ing asleep when the voice of the watchman, crying one o'clock, roused me from my slumber. No sooner had he finished his round than the former noise was heard again at a small distance. I started up and ran to the window, but before I could open it the whole troop was rushed by like a hurricane. A little while after all was silent again, yet I did in vain beseech the brown god of slumber to take me in his arms."
"The Baron had heard nothing the second time, snoring quietly by my side, whilst I was ardently wishing for the morning, in order to satisfy my curiosity. I was too impatient to await the landlord's account of the castle, and when the watchman was crying two o'clock I hastened to the window, and began to converse with him."
"Watchman," exclaimed I, "what did that noise at twelve and one o'clock mean?"
"Hum,"
