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"
Give
me
the
Herr
's
luggage
,
"
said
the
driver
,
and
with
exceeding
alacrity
my
bags
were
handed
out
and
put
in
the
caleche
.
Then
I
descended
from
the
side
of
the
coach
,
as
the
caleche
was
close
alongside
,
the
driver
helping
me
with
a
hand
which
caught
my
arm
in
a
grip
of
steel
.
His
strength
must
have
been
prodigious
.
Without
a
word
he
shook
his
reins
,
the
horses
turned
,
and
we
swept
into
the
darkness
of
the
pass
.
As
I
looked
back
I
saw
the
steam
from
the
horses
of
the
coach
by
the
light
of
the
lamps
,
and
projected
against
it
the
figures
of
my
late
companions
crossing
themselves
.
Then
the
driver
cracked
his
whip
and
called
to
his
horses
,
and
off
they
swept
on
their
way
to
Bukovina
.
As
they
sank
into
the
darkness
I
felt
a
strange
chill
,
and
a
lonely
feeling
come
over
me
.
But
a
cloak
was
thrown
over
my
shoulders
,
and
a
rug
across
my
knees
,
and
the
driver
said
in
excellent
German
--
"
The
night
is
chill
,
mein
Herr
,
and
my
master
the
Count
bade
me
take
all
care
of
you
.
There
is
a
flask
of
slivovitz
(
the
plum
brandy
of
the
country
)
underneath
the
seat
,
if
you
should
require
it
.
"
I
did
not
take
any
,
but
it
was
a
comfort
to
know
it
was
there
all
the
same
.
I
felt
a
little
strangely
,
and
not
a
little
frightened
.
I
think
had
there
been
any
alternative
I
should
have
taken
it
,
instead
of
prosecuting
that
unknown
night
journey
.
The
carriage
went
at
a
hard
pace
straight
along
,
then
we
made
a
complete
turn
and
went
along
another
straight
road
.
It
seemed
to
me
that
we
were
simply
going
over
and
over
the
same
ground
again
,
and
so
I
took
note
of
some
salient
point
,
and
found
that
this
was
so
.
I
would
have
liked
to
have
asked
the
driver
what
this
all
meant
,
but
I
really
feared
to
do
so
,
for
I
thought
that
,
placed
as
I
was
,
any
protest
would
have
had
no
effect
in
case
there
had
been
an
intention
to
delay
.
By-and-by
,
however
,
as
I
was
curious
to
know
how
time
was
passing
,
I
struck
a
match
,
and
by
its
flame
looked
at
my
watch
.
It
was
within
a
few
minutes
of
midnight
.
This
gave
me
a
sort
of
shock
,
for
I
suppose
the
general
superstition
about
midnight
was
increased
by
my
recent
experiences
.
I
waited
with
a
sick
feeling
of
suspense
.
Then
a
dog
began
to
howl
somewhere
in
a
farmhouse
far
down
the
road
,
a
long
,
agonized
wailing
,
as
if
from
fear
.
The
sound
was
taken
up
by
another
dog
,
and
then
another
and
another
,
till
,
borne
on
the
wind
which
now
sighed
softly
through
the
Pass
,
a
wild
howling
began
,
which
seemed
to
come
from
all
over
the
country
,
as
far
as
the
imagination
could
grasp
it
through
the
gloom
of
the
night
.
At
the
first
howl
the
horses
began
to
strain
and
rear
,
but
the
driver
spoke
to
them
soothingly
,
and
they
quieted
down
,
but
shivered
and
sweated
as
though
after
a
runaway
from
sudden
fright
.
Then
,
far
off
in
the
distance
,
from
the
mountains
on
each
side
of
us
began
a
louder
and
a
sharper
howling
,
that
of
wolves
,
which
affected
both
the
horses
and
myself
in
the
same
way
.
For
I
was
minded
to
jump
from
the
caleche
and
run
,
whilst
they
reared
again
and
plunged
madly
,
so
that
the
driver
had
to
use
all
his
great
strength
to
keep
them
from
bolting
.
In
a
few
minutes
,
however
,
my
own
ears
got
accustomed
to
the
sound
,
and
the
horses
so
far
became
quiet
that
the
driver
was
able
to
descend
and
to
stand
before
them
.
He
petted
and
soothed
them
,
and
whispered
something
in
their
ears
,
as
I
have
heard
of
horse-tamers
doing
,
and
with
extraordinary
effect
,
for
under
his
caresses
they
became
quite
manageable
again
,
though
they
still
trembled
.
The
driver
again
took
his
seat
,
and
shaking
his
reins
,
started
off
at
a
great
pace
.
This
time
,
after
going
to
the
far
side
of
the
Pass
,
he
suddenly
turned
down
a
narrow
roadway
which
ran
sharply
to
the
right
.
Soon
we
were
hemmed
in
with
trees
,
which
in
places
arched
right
over
the
roadway
till
we
passed
as
through
a
tunnel
.
And
again
great
frowning
rocks
guarded
us
boldly
on
either
side
.
Though
we
were
in
shelter
,
we
could
hear
the
rising
wind
,
for
it
moaned
and
whistled
through
the
rocks
,
and
the
branches
of
the
trees
crashed
together
as
we
swept
along
.
It
grew
colder
and
colder
still
,
and
fine
,
powdery
snow
began
to
fall
,
so
that
soon
we
and
all
around
us
were
covered
with
a
white
blanket
.
The
keen
wind
still
carried
the
howling
of
the
dogs
,
though
this
grew
fainter
as
we
went
on
our
way
.
The
baying
of
the
wolves
sounded
nearer
and
nearer
,
as
though
they
were
closing
round
on
us
from
every
side
.
I
grew
dreadfully
afraid
,
and
the
horses
shared
my
fear
.
The
driver
,
however
,
was
not
in
the
least
disturbed
.
He
kept
turning
his
head
to
left
and
right
,
but
I
could
not
see
anything
through
the
darkness
.
Suddenly
,
away
on
our
left
I
saw
a
faint
flickering
blue
flame
.
The
driver
saw
it
at
the
same
moment
.
He
at
once
checked
the
horses
,
and
,
jumping
to
the
ground
,
disappeared
into
the
darkness
.
I
did
not
know
what
to
do
,
the
less
as
the
howling
of
the
wolves
grew
closer
.
But
while
I
wondered
,
the
driver
suddenly
appeared
again
,
and
without
a
word
took
his
seat
,
and
we
resumed
our
journey
.
I
think
I
must
have
fallen
asleep
and
kept
dreaming
of
the
incident
,
for
it
seemed
to
be
repeated
endlessly
,
and
now
looking
back
,
it
is
like
a
sort
of
awful
nightmare
.
Once
the
flame
appeared
so
near
the
road
,
that
even
in
the
darkness
around
us
I
could
watch
the
driver
's
motions
.
He
went
rapidly
to
where
the
blue
flame
arose
,
it
must
have
been
very
faint
,
for
it
did
not
seem
to
illumine
the
place
around
it
at
all
,
and
gathering
a
few
stones
,
formed
them
into
some
device
.
Once
there
appeared
a
strange
optical
effect
.
