The stillness of a sleeping town, of a village, is nothing to the stillness of a remote farm; for the peace of day in such a place is so kindly that the ear is attuned to the subtlest sounds, and time is slow. If by chance a cow should low in the night it is like the abysmal cry of some hellish beast, bringing woe to the world. And who knows what hellish beasts might roam by night, for in the cave by the church five miles away they once found the bones of many strange animals, wolves and hyenas, and even the rusks of mammoths.
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THE NORTH RIDING PROJECT 
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