The huntsman, bending forward over his horse's neck, encouraged him with voice and action.
He rode so fast that his tall Mecklemburger, her mane flying, tail outstretched, and legs extended wide, seemed almost motionless, so swiftly did she cleave1 the air. As for my little Ardenne pony3, I think he was running right away with his rider. Lieverlé accompanied us, flying alongside of us like an arrow from the bow. A whirlwind seemed to sweep us in our headlong way.
The towers of Nideck were far away, and Sperver was keeping ahead as usual when I shouted—
"Halloo, comrade, pull up! Halt! Before we go any farther let us know what we are about."
He faced round.
"Only just tell me, Fritz, is it right or is it left?"
"No; that won't do. It is of the first importance that you should know the object of our journey. In short, we are going to catch the hag."
A flush of pleasure brightened up the long sallow face of the old poacher, and his eyes sparkled.
"Ha, ha!" he cried, "I knew we should come to that at last!"
And he slipped his rifle round from his shoulder into his hand.
This significant action roused me.
"Wait, Sperver; we are not going to kill the Black Pest, but to take her alive!"
"Alive?"
"No doubt, and it will spare you a good deal of remorse4 perhaps if I declare to you that the life of this old woman is bound up with that of your master. The ball that hits her hits your lord."
Sperver gazed at me in astonishment5.
"Is this really true, Fritz?"
"Positively6 true."
There was a long silence; our mounts, Fox and Rappel, tossed their heads at each other as if in the act of saluting7 one another, scraping up the snow with their hoofs8 in congratulation upon so pleasant an expedition. Lieverlé opened wide his red mouth, gaping9 with impatience10, extending and bending his long meagre body like a snake, and Sperver sat motionless, his hand still upon his gun.
"Well, let us try and catch her alive. We will put on gloves if we have to touch her, but it is not so easy as you think, Fritz."
And pointing out with extended hand the panorama11 of mountains which lay unrolled about us like a vast amphitheatre, he added—
"Look! there's the Altenberg, the Schnéeberg, the Oxenhorn, the Rhéthal, the Behrenkopf, and if we only got up a little higher we should see fifty more mountain-tops far away, right into the Palatinate. There are rocks and ravines, passes and valleys, torrents12 and waterfalls, forests, and more mountains; here beeches13, there firs, then oaks, and the old woman has got all that for her camping-ground. She tramps everywhere, and lives in a hole wherever she pleases. She has a sure foot, a keen eye, and can scent14 you a couple of miles off. How are you going to catch her, then?"
"If it was an easy matter where would be the merit? I should not then have chosen you to take a part in it."
"That is all very fine, Fritz. If we only had one end of her trail, who knows but with courage and perseverance—"
"As for her trail, don't trouble about that; that's my business."
"Yours?"
"Yes, mine."
"What do you know about following up a trail?"
"Why should not I?"
"Oh, if you are so sure of it, and you know more about it than I do, of course march on, and I'll follow!"
It was easy to see that the old hunter was vexed15 that I should presume to trespass16 upon his special province; therefore, only laughing inwardly, I required no repetition of the request to lead on, and I turned sharply to the left, sure of coming across the old woman's trail, who, after having left the count at the postern gate, must have crossed the plain to reach the mountain. Sperver rode behind me now, whistling rather contemptuously, and I could hear him now and then grumbling—
"What is the use of looking for the track of the she-wolf in the plain? Of course she went along the forest side just as usual. But it seems she has altered her habits, and now walks about with her hands in her pockets, like a respectable Fribourg tradesman out for a walk."
I turned a deaf ear to his hints, but in a moment I heard him utter an exclamation17 of surprise; then, fixing a keen eye upon me, he said—
"Fritz, you know more than you choose to tell."
"How so, Gideon?"
"The track that I should have been a week finding, you have got it at once. Come, that's not all right!"
"Where do you see it, then?"
"Oh, don't pretend to be looking at your feet."
"There she is!"
Immediately he galloped19 up to it; I followed in a couple of minutes; we had dismounted, and were examining the track of the Black Pest.
"I should like to know," cried Sperver, "how that track came here?"
"Don't let that trouble you," I replied.
"You are right, Fritz; don't mind what I say; sometimes I do speak rather at random21. What we want now is to know where that track will lead us to."
And now the huntsman knelt on the ground.
I was all ears; he was closely examining.
"It is a fresh track," he pronounced, "last night's. It is a strange thing, Fritz, during the count's last attack that old witch was hanging about the castle."
Then examining with greater care—
"She passed here between three and four o'clock this morning."
"How can you tell that?"
"It is quite a fresh track; there is sleet22 all round it. Last night, about twelve, I came out to shut the doors; there was sleet falling then, there is none upon the footsteps, therefore she has passed since."
"That is true enough, Sperver, but it may have been made much later; for instance, at eight or nine."
"No, look, there is frost upon it! The fog that freezes on the snow only comes at daybreak. The creature passed here after the sleet and before the fog—that is, about three or four this morning."
I was astonished at Sperver's exactitude.
He rose from his knee, clapping his hands together to get rid of the snow, and looking at me thoughtfully, as if speaking to himself, said—
"It is twelve, is it not, Fritz?"
"A quarter to twelve."
"Very well; then the old woman has got seven hours' start of us. We must follow upon her trail step by step; on horseback we can do it in half the time, and, if she is still going, about seven or eight to-night we have got her, Fritz. Now then, we're off."
And we started afresh upon the track. It led us straight to the mountains.
"If good luck only would have it that she had rested an hour or two in a hole in a rock, we might be up with her before the daylight is gone."
"Let us hope so, Gideon."
"Oh, don't think of it. The old she-wolf is always moving; she never tires; she tramps along all the hollows in the Black Forest. We must not flatter ourselves with vain hopes. If, perhaps, she has stopped on her journey, so much the better for us; and if she still keeps going, we won't let that discourage us. Come on at a gallop20."
It is a very strange feeling to be hunting down a fellow-creature; for, after all, that unhappy woman was of our own kind and nature; endowed like ourselves with an immortal24 soul to be saved, she felt, and thought, and reflected like ourselves. It is true that a strange perversion25 of human nature had brought her near to the nature of the wolf, and that some great mystery overshadowed her being. No doubt a wandering life had obliterated26 the moral sense in her, and even almost effaced27 the human character; but still nothing in the world can give one man a right to exercise over another the dominion28 of the man over the brute29.
And yet a burning ardour hurried us on in pursuit; my blood was at fever heat; I was determined30 to stand at no obstacle in laying hold of this extraordinary being. A wolf-hunt or a boar-hunt would not have excited me near so much.
The snow was flying in our rear; sometimes splinters of ice, bitten off by the horse-shoes, like shavings of iron from machinery31, whizzed past our ears.
Sperver, sometimes with his nose in the air and his red moustache floating in the wind, sometimes with his grey eyes intently following the track, reminded me of those famous Cossacks that I had seen pass through Germany when I was a boy; and his tall, lanky32 horse, muscular and full-maned, its body as slender as a greyhound's, completed the illusion.
Lieverlé, in a high state of enthusiasm and excitement, took bounds sometimes as high as our horses' backs, and I could not but tremble at the thought that when we came up at last with the Pest he might tear her in pieces before we could prevent him.
But the old woman gave us all the trouble she could; on every hill she doubled, at every hillock there was a false track.
"After all, it is easy here," cried Sperver, "to what it will be in the wood. We shall have to keep our eyes open there! Do you see the accursed beast? Here she has confused the track! There she has been amusing herself sweeping33 the trail, and then from that height which is exposed to the wind she has slipped down to the stream, and has crept along through the cresses to get to the underwood. But for those two footsteps she would have sold us completely."
We had just reached the edge of a pine-forest. In woods of this description the snow never reaches the ground except in the open spaces between the trees, the dense34 foliage35 intercepting36 it in its fall. This was a difficult part of our enterprise. Sperver dismounted to see our way better, and placed me on his left so as not to be hindered by my shadow.
Here were large spaces covered with dead leaves and the needles and cones37 of the fir-trees, which retain no footprint. It was, therefore, only in the open patches where the snow had fallen on the ground that Sperver found the track again.
It took us an hour to get through this thicket38. The old poacher bit his moustache with excitement and vexation, and his long nose visibly bent39 into a hook. When I was only opening my mouth to speak, he would impatiently say—
"Don't speak—it bothers me!"
At last we descended40 a valley to the left and Gideon pointing to the track of the she-wolf outside the edge of the brushwood, triumphantly41 remarked—
"There is no feint in this sortie, for once. We may follow this track confidently."
"Why so?"
"Because the Pest has a habit every time she doubles of going three paces to the right; then she retraces42 her steps four, five, or six in the other direction, and jumps away into a clear place. But when she thinks she has sufficiently43 disguised her trail she breaks out without troubling herself to make any feints. There now! What did I say? Now she is burrowing44 beneath the brushwood like a wild boar, and it won't be so difficult to follow her up."
"Well, let us put the track between us and smoke a pipe."
We halted, and the honest fellow, whose countenance45 was beginning to brighten up, looking up at me with enthusiasm, cried—
"Fritz, if we have luck this will be one of the finest days in my life. If we catch the old hag I will strap46 her across my horse behind me like a bundle of old rags. There is only one thing troubles me."
"And what is that?"
"That I forgot my bugle47. I should have liked to have sounded the return on getting near the castle! Ha, ha, ha!"
The track of the she-wolf now passed on to the heights of the forest by so steep an ascent49 that several times we had to dismount and lead our horses by the bridle50.
"There she is, turning to the right," said Sperver. "In this direction the mountains are craggy; perhaps one of us will have to lead both horses while the other climbs to look after the trail. But don't you think the light is going?"
The landscape now was assuming an aspect of grandeur51 and magnificence. Vast grey rocks, sparkling with long icicles, raised here and there their sharp peaks like breakers amidst a snowy sea.
There is nothing more sadly impressive than the aspect of winter in a mountainous region. The jagged crests52 of the precipices53, the deep, dark ravines, the woods sparkling with boar-frost like diamonds, all form a picture of desertion, desolation, and unspeakable melancholy54. The silence is so profound that you hear a dead leaf rustling55 on the snow, or the needle of the fir dropping to the ground. Such a silence is oppressive as the tomb; it urges on the mind the idea of man's nothingness in the vastness of creation.
How frail56 a being is man! Two winters together, without a summer between, would sweep him off the earth!
At times we felt it a necessity to be saying something if only to show that we were keeping up our spirits.
"Ah, we are getting on! How fearfully cold! Lieverlé, what is the matter? what have you found now?"
Unfortunately Fox and Rappel were beginning to tire; they sank deeper in the snow and no longer neighed joyfully57.
And added to this the endless mazes58 of the Black Forest wearied us too. The old woman affected59 this solitary60 region greatly; here she had trotted61 round a deserted62 charcoal-burner's hut; farther on she had torn out the roots that projected from a moss-grown rock; there she had sat at the foot of a tree, and that very recently—not more than two hours since, for the track was quite fresh—and our hope and our ardour rose together. But the daylight was slowly fading away!
Very strangely, ever since our departure from Nideck we had met neither wood-cutters, nor charcoal-burners, nor timber-carriers. At this season the silence and solitude63 of the Black Forest is as deep as that of the North-American steppes.
At five o'clock it was almost dark. Sperver halted and said—
"Fritz, my lad, we have started a couple of hours too late. The she-wolf has had too long a start. In ten minutes it will be as dark as a dungeon64. The best way would be to reach Roche Creuse, which is twenty minutes' ride from here, light a good fire, and eat our provisions and empty our flasks65. When the moon is up we will follow the trail again, and unless the old hag is the foul66 fiend himself, ten to one we shall find her dead and stiff with cold against the foot of a tree, for nothing can live after such a tremendous tramp in weather like this. Sébalt is the best walker in the Black Forest, and he would not have stood it. Come, Fritz, what is your opinion?"
"I am not so mad as to think differently. Besides, I am perishing with hunger!"
"Well, let us start again."
He took the lead and passed into a close and narrow glen between two precipitous faces of rock. The fir-trees met over our heads; under our feet ran a mere67 thread of the stream, and from time to time some ray from above was dimly reflected in the depths below and glinted with a dull leaden light.
The darkness was now such that I thought it prudent68 to drop my bridle on Rappel's neck. The steps of our horses on the slippery gravel69 awoke strange discordant70 sounds like the screaming of monkeys at play. The echoes from rock to rock caught up and repeated every sound, and in the distance a tiny space of deep blue widened as we advanced; it was the issue from the glen.
"Fritz," said Sperver, "we are in the bed of the Tunkelbach. This is the wildest spot in the Black Forest. The end is a pit called La Marmite du Grand Gueulard, the muckle-mouthed giant's kettle. In the spring, when the snow is melting, the Tunkelbach hurls71 all its waters into it, a depth of two hundred feet. There is an awful uproar72; the waters dash down and then splash up again and fall in spray on all the hills around. Sometimes it even fills the Roche Creuse, but just now it must be as dry as a powder-flask."
Whilst I was listening to Gideon's explanations I was at the same time meditating73 upon this dark and fearful glen, and I reflected that the instinct which attracts the brutes74 into such retreats as these, far from the light of heaven, away from everything bright and cheerful, must partake of the nature of remorse. Those animals which love the open sunshine—the goat aloft upon a high conspicuous75 peak, the horse flying across the wide plain, the dog capering76 round his master, the bird bathed in sunlight—all breathe joy and happiness; they bask77, and sing, and rejoice in dancing and delight. The kid nibbling78 the tender grass under the shade of the great trees is as poetic79 an object as the shelter that it loves; the fierce boar is as rough as the tangled80 brakes through which he loves to run his huge bristly back; the eagle is as proud and lofty as the sky-piercing crags on which he perches81 as his home; the lion is as majestic82 as the arching vaults83 of the caves where he makes his den2; but the wolf, the fox, and the ferret seek the darkness that conforms to their ugly deeds; fear and remorse dog their steps.
I was still dreamily pursuing these thoughts, and I was beginning to feel the keen air moving upon my face, for we were approaching the outlet85 of the gorge86, when all at once a red light struck the rock a hundred feet above us, purpling the dark green of the fir-trees and lighting87 up the wreaths of snow.
"Ha!" cried Sperver, "we have got her at last!"
My heart leaped; we stood, closely pressed, the one against the other.
"Cannot she escape?" I asked in a whisper.
"No; she is caught like a rat in a trap. There is no way out of La Marmite du Grand Gueulard but this, and everywhere all round the rocks are two hundred feet high. Now, vile90 hag, I hold you!"
He alighted in the ice-cold stream, handing me his bridle. I caught in the silence the click of the lock of his gun, and that slight noise threw me into a tremor91 of apprehension92.
"Sperver, what are you about?"
"Don't be alarmed; it is only to frighten her."
"Very well, then, but no blood. Remember what I told you—the ball which strikes the Pest slays93 the count!"
"Don't trouble yourself," was the answer.
He went away without further parley94. I could hear the splash of his feet in the water; then I saw his tall figure emerge at the opening of the dark glen, black against a purple background. He stood five minutes motionless. Attentive95, bending forward, I looked and listened, still moving onward96. As he returned I was but a few yards from him.
"Hark!" he whispered mysteriously. "Look there!"
At the end of the hollow, scooped97 out perpendicularly98 like a quarry99 in the mountain side, I saw a bright fire unrolling its golden spires100 beneath the vault84 of a cave, and before the fire sat a man with his hands clasped about his knees, whom I recognised by his dress as the Baron101 de Zimmer-Bluderich.
He sat motionless, his forehead resting between his hands. Behind him lay a dark gaunt form extended on the ground. Farther on, his horse, half lost in the shade, reared his neck, gazed on us with eyes fixed102, ears erect103, and nostrils104 distended105.
I stood rooted to the ground.
How did the Baron de Zimmer happen to be in that lonely wilderness106 at such a time? What did he want here? Had he lost his way?
The most contradictory107 conjectures108 were passing in confusion through my excited brain, and I could not tell what conclusion to arrive at, when the baron's horse began to neigh, and the master raised his head.
"Well, Donner, what is the matter now?" said he.
Then he, too, directed his gaze our way, straining his eyes through the darkness.
That pale face, with its strongly-marked features, thin lips, and thick black eyebrows109 meeting together, and forming a deep hollow on the brow in the form of a long vertical110 wrinkle, would have struck me with admiration111 at any other time; while now an inexplicable112 anxiety laid hold of me, and I was filled with vague apprehensions113.
Suddenly the young man exclaimed—
"Who goes there?"
"I, monseigneur," answered Sperver, coming forward—"Sperver, chief huntsman to the lord of Nideck."
A flash shot from the baron's quick eye; not a muscle of his countenance quailed114. He rose to his feet, gathering115 his pelisse over his shoulders. I drew towards me the horses and the dog, and this animal suddenly began howling fearfully.
Is not every one, more or less, subject to superstitious116 fears? At these dismal117 sounds I trembled, and a cold shudder118 crept through my whole body.
Sperver and the baron stood at a distance of fifty yards from each other; the first immovable in the midst of the deep glen, his gun unslung from his shoulder, the other erect upon the level platform outside of the cave, carrying his head high, fixing on us a haughty119 eye and a proud look of superiority.
"What do you want here?" he asked aggressively.
"We are looking for a woman," replied the old poacher—"a woman who comes every year prowling about Nideck, and our orders are to take her."
"Has she stolen anything?"
"No."
"Has she committed murder?"
"No, monseigneur."
"Then what do you want with her? What right have you to pursue her?"
"And you—what right have you over her?" answered Sperver with an ironical120 smile. "See, there she is. I can see her at the bottom of the cave. What right have you to meddle121 with our affairs? Don't you know that we are here in the domains122 of Nideck, and that we administer justice and execute our own decrees?"
The young man changed colour, and said coldly—
"I have no account to render to you."
"Beware," replied Sperver. "I am come with proposals of peace and conciliation123. I am here on behalf of the lord Yeri-Hans. I am in the execution of my duty, and you are putting yourself in the wrong."
"Your duty!" cried the young man bitterly. "If you talk about your duty you will oblige me to do mine!"
"Well, do it!" cried the huntsman, whose features were becoming disturbed with anger.
"No," replied the baron, "I am not responsible to you, and you shall not come here!"
"That's what we shall soon see!" said Sperver, drawing nearer to the cave.
The young man drew his hunting-knife. Perceiving this menacing action, I was about to dart124 between them, but happily the hound which I was holding by his collar slipped from me with a violent shock and threw me on the ground. I thought the baron would be lost, but at that instant a wild shriek125 rose from the dark bottom of the cavern126, and as I rose to my feet I saw the old woman standing127 erect before the fire, her tattered128 garments hanging loosely about her, her grey and tangled locks floating wildly in the wind; she flung her bony arms in the air and uttered prolonged piercing howls like the cry of agony of the hungry wolf in the long cold nights of winter when famine is gnawing129 his entrails.
Never in my life have I seen a more fearful apparition130. Sperver, motionless, his eyes riveted131 on the fearful object before him, and his mouth open with astonishment, stood as if rooted to the earth. But the powerful dog, surprised himself at this unexpected sight, stood still for a moment; then with a bend of his bristling132 back in preparation for a mighty133 leap, he made a rush with a deep, impatient growl88 which made me tremble. The platform before the cave was about eight or nine feet from the level where we stood, or he would have reached it at a single bound. I can yet hear him clearing a way through the snowy brambles, the baron flinging himself before the woman with a piercing cry, "My mother!" then the dog taking another spring, and Sperver, quick as lightning, raising his gun, and bringing down the poor animal dead at the young man's feet.
This was but the work of a second. The gulf134 had been illuminated135 with a momentary136 flash, and the wild echoes were vibrating with the explosion from rock to rock, till it died in the far distance. Then silence again settled on the gloomy scene, as darkness after the lightning.
When the smoke of the explosion had cleared away I saw Lieverlé lying outstretched at the foot of the rock, and the woman fainting in the arms of the young man. Sperver, pale with concentrated rage and excitement, and eyeing the young baron darkly, dropped the butt137 of his gun to the ground, his features discomposed, and his eyes half-hid in his gloomy frown.
"Seigneur de Bluderich," he cried, with his hand extended, "I have killed my best friend to save the life of that unhappy woman, your mother! Thank God that her life is bound up with that of the Count of Nideck! Take her away! take her hence, and never let her return here again; if you do I cannot answer for what old Sperver may be driven to do!"
Then, with a glance at the poor dog—
"Oh! Lieverlé, Lieverlé!" he cried, "was it to end thus? Come, Fritz, let us go. I cannot stay here. I might do something that I should have to repent138 of!"
And, laying hold of Fox by the mane, he was going to throw himself into the saddle, but suddenly his feelings of distress139 overcame all restraint, and bowing his head upon his horse's neck, he burst into sobs140 and tears, and wept like a child.
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