down diluvian showers, and having entered the hurt for shelter, it shook so violently, that I feared every moment to be crushed under its ruins. At one time, the place seemed to brighten up, at another the faint gleam of light darting in from the window-gap was dissolved again in chaotic darkness. My fancy floated on a sea of horrors, and every dismal traditionary tale I had ever heard of this forest, seized on my alarmed senses. My anguish was still more increased by the unruliness, the stamping, and neighing of my horse, which was tied to one of the beams of the miserable shed. In a word, it was one of the most frightful nights I ever passed in my life.
At last, I heard some stirring about TV cot, and a soft whispering like,that of human voices: It grew louder and louder by degrees, and at the end I could plainly distinguish some words. Instead of rejoicing in my dread solitude at the approach of company I really began to shudder.
Meanwhile a pale beam of light broke faster and faster throught he little window; the
