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As
the
evening
fell
it
began
to
get
very
cold
,
and
the
growing
twilight
seemed
to
merge
into
one
dark
mistiness
the
gloom
of
the
trees
,
oak
,
beech
,
and
pine
,
though
in
the
valleys
which
ran
deep
between
the
spurs
of
the
hills
,
as
we
ascended
through
the
Pass
,
the
dark
firs
stood
out
here
and
there
against
the
background
of
late-lying
snow
.
Sometimes
,
as
the
road
was
cut
through
the
pine
woods
that
seemed
in
the
darkness
to
be
closing
down
upon
us
,
great
masses
of
greyness
which
here
and
there
bestrewed
the
trees
,
produced
a
peculiarly
weird
and
solemn
effect
,
which
carried
on
the
thoughts
and
grim
fancies
engendered
earlier
in
the
evening
,
when
the
falling
sunset
threw
into
strange
relief
the
ghost-like
clouds
which
amongst
the
Carpathians
seem
to
wind
ceaselessly
through
the
valleys
.
Sometimes
the
hills
were
so
steep
that
,
despite
our
driver
's
haste
,
the
horses
could
only
go
slowly
.
I
wished
to
get
down
and
walk
up
them
,
as
we
do
at
home
,
but
the
driver
would
not
hear
of
it
.
"
No
,
no
,
"
he
said
.
"
You
must
not
walk
here
.
The
dogs
are
too
fierce
.
"
And
then
he
added
,
with
what
he
evidently
meant
for
grim
pleasantry
--
for
he
looked
round
to
catch
the
approving
smile
of
the
rest
--
"
And
you
may
have
enough
of
such
matters
before
you
go
to
sleep
.
"
The
only
stop
he
would
make
was
a
moment
's
pause
to
light
his
lamps
.
When
it
grew
dark
there
seemed
to
be
some
excitement
amongst
the
passengers
,
and
they
kept
speaking
to
him
,
one
after
the
other
,
as
though
urging
him
to
further
speed
.
He
lashed
the
horses
unmercifully
with
his
long
whip
,
and
with
wild
cries
of
encouragement
urged
them
on
to
further
exertions
.
Then
through
the
darkness
I
could
see
a
sort
of
patch
of
grey
light
ahead
of
us
,
as
though
there
were
a
cleft
in
the
hills
.
The
excitement
of
the
passengers
grew
greater
.
The
crazy
coach
rocked
on
its
great
leather
springs
,
and
swayed
like
a
boat
tossed
on
a
stormy
sea
.
I
had
to
hold
on
.
The
road
grew
more
level
,
and
we
appeared
to
fly
along
.
Then
the
mountains
seemed
to
come
nearer
to
us
on
each
side
and
to
frown
down
upon
us
.
We
were
entering
on
the
Borgo
Pass
.
One
by
one
several
of
the
passengers
offered
me
gifts
,
which
they
pressed
upon
me
with
an
earnestness
which
would
take
no
denial
.
These
were
certainly
of
an
odd
and
varied
kind
,
but
each
was
given
in
simple
good
faith
,
with
a
kindly
word
,
and
a
blessing
,
and
that
same
strange
mixture
of
fear-meaning
movements
which
I
had
seen
outside
the
hotel
at
Bistritz
--
the
sign
of
the
cross
and
the
guard
against
the
evil
eye
.
Then
,
as
we
flew
along
,
the
driver
leaned
forward
,
and
on
each
side
the
passengers
,
craning
over
the
edge
of
the
coach
,
peered
eagerly
into
the
darkness
.
It
was
evident
that
something
very
exciting
was
either
happening
or
expected
,
but
though
I
asked
each
passenger
,
no
one
would
give
me
the
slightest
explanation
.
This
state
of
excitement
kept
on
for
some
little
time
.
And
at
last
we
saw
before
us
the
Pass
opening
out
on
the
eastern
side
.
There
were
dark
,
rolling
clouds
overhead
,
and
in
the
air
the
heavy
,
oppressive
sense
of
thunder
.
It
seemed
as
though
the
mountain
range
had
separated
two
atmospheres
,
and
that
now
we
had
got
into
the
thunderous
one
.
I
was
now
myself
looking
out
for
the
conveyance
which
was
to
take
me
to
the
Count
.
Each
moment
I
expected
to
see
the
glare
of
lamps
through
the
blackness
,
but
all
was
dark
.
The
only
light
was
the
flickering
rays
of
our
own
lamps
,
in
which
the
steam
from
our
hard-driven
horses
rose
in
a
white
cloud
.
We
could
see
now
the
sandy
road
lying
white
before
us
,
but
there
was
on
it
no
sign
of
a
vehicle
.
The
passengers
drew
back
with
a
sigh
of
gladness
,
which
seemed
to
mock
my
own
disappointment
.
I
was
already
thinking
what
I
had
best
do
,
when
the
driver
,
looking
at
his
watch
,
said
to
the
others
something
which
I
could
hardly
hear
,
it
was
spoken
so
quietly
and
in
so
low
a
tone
,
I
thought
it
was
"
An
hour
less
than
the
time
.
"
Then
turning
to
me
,
he
spoke
in
German
worse
than
my
own
.
"
There
is
no
carriage
here
.
The
Herr
is
not
expected
after
all
.
He
will
now
come
on
to
Bukovina
,
and
return
tomorrow
or
the
next
day
,
better
the
next
day
.
"
Whilst
he
was
speaking
the
horses
began
to
neigh
and
snort
and
plunge
wildly
,
so
that
the
driver
had
to
hold
them
up
.
Then
,
amongst
a
chorus
of
screams
from
the
peasants
and
a
universal
crossing
of
themselves
,
a
caleche
,
with
four
horses
,
drove
up
behind
us
,
overtook
us
,
and
drew
up
beside
the
coach
.
I
could
see
from
the
flash
of
our
lamps
as
the
rays
fell
on
them
,
that
the
horses
were
coal-black
and
splendid
animals
.
They
were
driven
by
a
tall
man
,
with
a
long
brown
beard
and
a
great
black
hat
,
which
seemed
to
hide
his
face
from
us
.
I
could
only
see
the
gleam
of
a
pair
of
very
bright
eyes
,
which
seemed
red
in
the
lamplight
,
as
he
turned
to
us
.
He
said
to
the
driver
,
"
You
are
early
tonight
,
my
friend
.
"
The
man
stammered
in
reply
,
"
The
English
Herr
was
in
a
hurry
.
"
To
which
the
stranger
replied
,
"
That
is
why
,
I
suppose
,
you
wished
him
to
go
on
to
Bukovina
.
You
can
not
deceive
me
,
my
friend
.
I
know
too
much
,
and
my
horses
are
swift
.
"
As
he
spoke
he
smiled
,
and
the
lamplight
fell
on
a
hard-looking
mouth
,
with
very
red
lips
and
sharp-looking
teeth
,
as
white
as
ivory
.
One
of
my
companions
whispered
to
another
the
line
from
Burger
's
"
Lenore
"
.
"
Denn
die
Todten
reiten
Schnell
.
"
(
"
For
the
dead
travel
fast
.
"
)
The
strange
driver
evidently
heard
the
words
,
for
he
looked
up
with
a
gleaming
smile
.
The
passenger
turned
his
face
away
,
at
the
same
time
putting
out
his
two
fingers
and
crossing
himself
.
