Roanoke of Roanoke Hall: A Romance — page 69: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

Roanoke of Roanoke Hall, 63 way; but though I walked all round it I could not discover any other means of de- parture save that by which I had come. The sweet singer had vanished, but she had by no means left silence behind her, for all round the house, through and among the whistling of the fresh sea-breeze, the wailing and crying of the white-winged gulls rang out, rising and falling like the lament- ing of lost spirits, a mournful symphony which to this day I never hear without the vision of that dark, strange house rising before my eyes. Attracted by this dolorous outcrying, I looked abroad through the embrasures, and sure a stranger landscape never greeted eyes from any human habitation. To the north stretched the vast expanse of quaking mud and sand which I had traversed under the conduct of my ill-omened guide the night be- fore. It was intersected by countless winding streams and shallow pools of water, while from the northeast a river, flowing south- west from where a range of low wooded hills hung upon the horizon, took a sharp bend to the east, just before the house, and, washing comichbooks.com