And so it was ; for , from the top of the mountain he could see -- what could he not see ? Behind him , far below , was Harthover , and the dark woods , and the shining salmon river ; and on his left , far below , was the town , and the smoking chimneys of the collieries ; and far , far away , the river widened to the shining sea ; and little white specks , which were ships , lay on its bosom . Before him lay , spread out like a map , great plains , and farms , and villages , amid dark knots of trees . They all seemed at his very feet ; but he had sense to see that they were long miles away . And to his right rose moor after moor , hill after hill , till they faded away , blue into blue sky . But between him and those moors , and really at his very feet , lay something , to which , as soon as Tom saw it , he determined to go , for that was the place for him . A deep , deep green and rocky valley , very narrow , and filled with wood ; but through the wood , hundreds of feet below him , he could see a clear stream glance . Oh , if he could but get down to that stream ! Then , by the stream , he saw the roof of a little cottage , and a little garden set out in squares and beds . And there was a tiny little red thing moving in the garden , no bigger than a fly . As Tom looked down , he saw that it was a woman in a red petticoat . Ah ! perhaps she would give him something to eat . And there were the church-bells ringing again . Surely there must be a village down there . Well , nobody would know him , or what had happened at the Place . The news could not have got there yet , even if Sir John had set all the policemen in the county after him ; and he could get down there in five minutes . Tom was quite right about the hue-and-cry not having got thither ; for he had come without knowing it , the best part of ten miles from Harthover ; but he was wrong about getting down in five minutes , for the cottage was more than a mile off , and a good thousand feet below . However , down he went ; like a brave little man as he was , though he was very footsore , and tired , and hungry , and thirsty ; while the church-bells rang so loud , he began to think that they must be inside his own head , and the river chimed and tinkled far below ; and this was the song which it sang : - Clear and cool , clear and cool , By laughing shallow , and dreaming pool ; Cool and clear , cool and clear , By shining shingle , and foaming wear ; Under the crag where the ouzel sings , And the ivied wall where the church-bell rings , Undefiled , for the undefiled ; Play by me , bathe in me , mother and child . Dank and foul , dank and foul , By the smoky town in its murky cowl ; Foul and dank , foul and dank , By wharf and sewer and slimy bank ; Darker and darker the farther I go , Baser and baser the richer I grow ; Who dares sport with the sin-defiled ?
Shrink XXXXX me , turn from me , mother and child .
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