Our own comes next.

May it light the enemies of our holy Church to perdition!" With this, he applied the burning brand to the combustible matter of the beacon.

The monks did the same; and in an instant a tall, pointed flame, rose up from a thick cloud of smoke.

Ere another minute had elapsed, similar fires shot up to the right and the left, on the high lands of Trawden Forest, on the jagged points of Foulridge, on the summit of Cowling Hill, and so on to Skipton.

Other fires again blazed on the towers of Clithero, on Longridge and Ribchester, on the woody eminences of Bowland, on Wolf Crag, and on fell and scar all the way to Lancaster.
It seemed the work of enchantment, so suddenly and so strangely did the fires shoot forth.