On Beulah Height
Reginald Hill
Then I saw that there was a way to hell, even from the gates of heaven.
O where is tinye Hew? And where is little Lenne? And where is bonny Lu? And Menie of the Glenne? And where's the place of rest-The ever changing hame? Is it the gowan's breast, Or 'neath the bells of faem?
Ay, lu, lan, dil y'u Anon: The Gloamyne Buchte
Wir holen sie ein auf jenen Hoh'n Im Sonnenschein. Der Tag ist schon auf jenen
DAY 1 A Happy Rural Seat of Various View
Betsy Allgood [PA/WWSTBLED-FROM-HH]
Transcript 1 No. 2 of 2 Copies
The day they drowned Dendale I were seven years old.
I'd been three when government said they could do it, and four when Inquiry came out in favor of Water Board, so I remember nowt of that.
I do remember something that can't have been long after, but. I remember climbing up ladder to our barn loft and my dad catching me there.
"What're you doing up here?" he said. "Tha knows it's no place for thee."
I said I were looking for Bonnie, which were a mistake. Dad had no time for animals that didn't earn their keep. Cat's job was keeping rats and mice down, and all that Bonnie ever caught was a few spiders.
"Yon useless object should've been drowned with rest," he said. "You come up here again after it and I'll get shut of it, nine lives or not."
Before I could start mizzling, sound of a machine starting up came through the morning air, not a farm machine but something a lot bigger down at Dale End. I knew there were men working down there, but I didn't understand yet what they were doing.