Syllabus . ource, and all of the empires andcities of men were far removed from these legendary hills, which had curioush- dwindled intomere tales of fancy for children and idle dreamers. At last there came to my ears a sound of dull rumbling, and I knew at once that I wasnearing the object of my quest. Upon a sudden turn in the stream, I found myself in fullview of a sort of settlement, con-sisting of a number of buildings,the central object of which was thevenerable Mill itself. I approached, but had not pro-ceeded far before an individualwhom I had never seen before camerushing up, and, gra
Syllabus . ource, and all of the empires andcities of men were far removed from these legendary hills, which had curioush- dwindled intomere tales of fancy for children and idle dreamers. At last there came to my ears a sound of dull rumbling, and I knew at once that I wasnearing the object of my quest. Upon a sudden turn in the stream, I found myself in fullview of a sort of settlement, con-sisting of a number of buildings,the central object of which was thevenerable Mill itself. I approached, but had not pro-ceeded far before an individualwhom I had never seen before camerushing up, and, grasping me bjthe hand, exclaimed, How areyou, old iellow? Glad to see did you get here? Ianswered, Just now, and askedhim what his name was. Bid-quick, he replied, and then said,Come, I want you to meet theboys. This impressed me as un-usual hospitalitj, and I rejoicedthat I had fallen among people whotook such kindly interest in a new-comer. Time for the grist bulletin,said my new acquaintance, Xiterar^ taking my arm, he started towards the Mill. It was a large, gloomy building of grey stone,with its walls covered with ivy. As I looked at its little narrow windows, I imagined that theygave the structure a certain squint-eyed appearance. The whole external aspect of the Mill wassuggestive of a dim and cheerless interior, which, upon entering, I found to be such as theoutside had indicated. There was a constant rumble of machinery. Oh, so ponderous it must havebeen to jar the building so ! The air was filled with dust, and seemed to throb with a regularpulse beat, as it were, which was timed b}^ the movement of the machinery. I went with Bidquick directly to a room on the fourth floor, which we reached afterclimbing dark, gloomy passageways, but poorly lighted by occasional windows. While climbing the stairs I heard footsteps ahead and the voices of people who seemed tobe greeting each other after a period of separation. Bidquick gave me to understand that thiswas t
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