. Wayfaring in France, from Auvergne to the Bay of Biscay. his tower is Romanesque. The interiorof the church is in the very simple pointed styleof the twelfth century, but the interest has sufferedmuch from restoration. What is chiefly remarkablehere is the carved oak of the reredoses and pulpit. The English, in 1422, took the town of and besieged the abbey, which was averitable citadel where the inhabitants in the lastresort found shelter. A French force coming,however, to the relief of the people, the English,who were probably not very numerous, deemed itprudent to retire. There
. Wayfaring in France, from Auvergne to the Bay of Biscay. his tower is Romanesque. The interiorof the church is in the very simple pointed styleof the twelfth century, but the interest has sufferedmuch from restoration. What is chiefly remarkablehere is the carved oak of the reredoses and pulpit. The English, in 1422, took the town of and besieged the abbey, which was averitable citadel where the inhabitants in the lastresort found shelter. A French force coming,however, to the relief of the people, the English,who were probably not very numerous, deemed itprudent to retire. There being still an hour or more of daylight, I A GHOSTLY PLACE 227 continued the ascent of the hill above the housesand the solemn old church to find a certain Chateaude Fages, which I knew to be somewhere in thelocality. A woman working her distaff and spindlewith that meditative air which the rustic spinners sooften have, her bare feet slowly and noiselesslymoving over the rough stones, pointed out to me alittle lane that wound up the deserted hill between. The Dordogne near Limeuil. briars bedecked with scarlet hips and bits of ancientwall to which ferns and moss and ivy clung, tingedby the waning golden light. I passed through vine-yards from which the grapes had been gathered,then rose by broom and blackthorn to the levelland. I looked in vain for the castle. I mioht havesearched for it until darkness came but for the helpof a boy who was taking home a goat. At length I Q 2 228 IN UPPER PERIGORD found it lying in a hollow, a sufficient sign that itwas never a stronghold. In feudal times it wasprobably a small castellated manor belongingperhaps to a knight who could not afford to buildhimself a donjon on some eminence and to fortify itwith walls ; but centuries later what remained of theoriginal structure was patched up and considerablyenlarged. Now, as I saw it in the dusk, it seemeda very ghost-haunted place. The building had notfallen into ruin ; it was still roofed, and mig
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