The solitude of the place impressed them with a strange feeling of dread. They felt the threatening aspect of the silent house. It was wild and savage. The naked and deserted plateau terminated in a precipice at a short distance from its steep incline. The sea below was quiet. There was no wind. Not a blade of gra.s.s stirred.
The birds"-nesters advanced by slow steps, the French boy at their head, and looking towards the house.
One of them, afterwards relating the story, or as much of it as had remained in his head, added, "It did not speak."
They came nearer, holding their breath, as one might approach a savage animal.
They had climbed the hill at the side of the house which descended to seaward towards a little isthmus of rocks almost inaccessible. Thus they had come pretty near to the building; but they saw only the southern side, which was all walled up. They did not dare to approach by the other side, where the terrible windows were.
They grew bolder, however; the caulker"s apprentice whispered, "Let"s veer to larboard. That"s the handsome side. Let"s have a look at the black windows."
The little band accordingly "veered to larboard," and came round to the other side of the house.
The two windows were lighted up.
The boys took to their heels.
When they had got to some distance, the French boy, however, returned.
"Hillo!" said he, "the lights have vanished."
The light at the windows had, indeed, disappeared. The outline of the building was seen as sharply defined as if stamped out with a punch against the livid sky.
Their fear was not abated, but their curiosity had increased. The birds"-nesters approached.
Suddenly the light reappeared at both windows at the same moment.
The two young urchins from Torteval took to their heels and vanished.
The daring French boy did not advance, but he kept his ground.
He remained motionless, confronting the house and watching it.
The light disappeared, and appeared again once more. Nothing could be more horrible. The reflection made a vague streak of light upon the gra.s.s, wet with the night dew. All of a moment the light cast upon the walls of the house two huge dark profiles, and the shadows of enormous heads.
The house, however, being without ceilings, and having nothing left but its four walls and roof, one window could not be lighted without the other.
Perceiving that the caulker"s apprentice kept his ground, the other birds"-nesters returned, step by step, and one after the other, trembling and curious. The caulker"s apprentice whispered to them, "There are ghosts in the house. I have seen the nose of one." The two Torteval boys got behind their companion, standing tiptoe against his shoulder; and thus sheltered, and taking him for their shield, felt bolder and watched also.
The house on its part seemed also to be watching them. There it stood in the midst of that vast darkness and silence, with its two glaring eyes.
These were its upper windows. The light vanished, reappeared, and vanished again, in the fashion of these unearthly illuminations. These sinister intermissions had, probably, some connection with the opening and shutting of the infernal regions. The air-hole of a sepulchre has thus been seen to produce effects like those from a dark lantern.
Suddenly a dark form, like that of a human being, ascended to one of the windows, as if from without, and plunged into the interior of the house.
To enter by the window is the custom with spirits.
The light was for a moment more brilliant, then went out, and appeared no more. The house became dark. The noises resembled voices. This is always the case. When there was anything to be seen it is silent. When all became invisible again, noises were heard.
There is a silence peculiar to night-time at sea. The repose of darkness is deeper on the water than on the land. When there is neither wind nor wave in that wild expanse, over which, in ordinary time, even the flight of eagles makes no sound, the movement of a fly could be heard. This sepulchral quiet gave a dismal relief to the noises which issued from the house.
"Let us look," said the French boy.
And he made a step towards the house.
The others were so frightened that they resolved to follow him. They did not dare even to run away alone.
Just as they had pa.s.sed a heap of f.a.gots, which for some mysterious reason seemed to inspire them with a little courage in that solitude, a white owl flew towards them from a bush. The owls have a suspicious sort of flight, a sidelong skim which is suggestive of mischief afloat. The bird pa.s.sed near the boys, fixing upon them its round eyes, bright amidst the darkness.
A shudder ran through the group behind the French boy.
He looked up at the owl and said:
"Too late, my bird; I _will_ look."
And he advanced.
The crackling sound made by his thick-nailed boots among the furze bushes did not prevent his hearing the noise in the house, which rose and fell with the continuousness and the calm accent of a dialogue.
A moment afterwards the boy added:
"Besides, it is only fools who believe in spirits."
Insolence in the face of danger rallies the cowardly, and inspirits them to go on.
The two Torteval lads resumed their march, quickening their steps behind the caulker"s apprentice.
The haunted house seemed to them to grow larger before their eyes. This optical illusion of fear is founded in reality. The house did indeed grow larger, for they were coming nearer to it.
Meanwhile the voices in the house took a tone more and more distinct.
The children listened. The ear, too, has its power of exaggerating. It was different to a murmur, more than a whispering, less than an uproar.
Now and then one or two words, clearly articulated, could be caught.
These words, impossible to be understood, sounded strangely. The boys stopped and listened; then went forward again.
"It"s the ghosts talking," said the caulker"s apprentice; "but I don"t believe in ghosts."
The Torteval boys were sorely tempted to shrink behind the heap of f.a.gots, but they had already left it far behind; and their friend the caulker continued to advance towards the house. They trembled at remaining with him; but they dared not leave him.
Step by step, and perplexed, they followed. The caulker"s apprentice turned towards them and said--
"You know it isn"t true. There are no such things."
The house grew taller and taller. The voices became more and more distinct.
They drew nearer.
And now they could perceive within the house something like a m.u.f.fled light. It was a faint glimmer, like one of those effects produced by dark lanterns, already referred to, and which are common at the midnight meetings of witches.
When they were close to the house they halted.