"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 random. 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 p.r.o.nounced, "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 pa.s.sed here between three and four o"clock this morning."
"How can you tell that?"
"It is quite a fresh track; there is sleet 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 pa.s.sed 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 pa.s.sed here after the sleet and before the fog--that is, about three or four this morning."
I was astonished at Sperver"s exact.i.tude.
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.
Galloping away, Sperver said--
"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 gallop."
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 immortal soul to be saved, she felt, and thought, and reflected like ourselves. It is true that a strange perversion 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 obliterated the moral sense in her, and even almost effaced the human character; but still nothing in the world can give one man a right to exercise over another the dominion of the man over the brute.
And yet a burning ardour hurried us on in pursuit; my blood was at fever heat; I was determined 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 machinery, 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 pa.s.s through Germany when I was a boy; and his tall, lanky horse, muscular and full-maned, its body as slender as a greyhound"s, completed the illusion.
Lieverle, 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 sweeping 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 s.p.a.ces between the trees, the dense foliage intercepting 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 s.p.a.ces covered with dead leaves and the needles and cones 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 thicket. The old poacher bit his moustache with excitement and vexation, and his long nose visibly bent 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 descended a valley to the left and Gideon pointing to the track of the she-wolf outside the edge of the brushwood, triumphantly 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 retraces her steps four, five, or six in the other direction, and jumps away into a clear place. But when she thinks she has sufficiently disguised her trail she breaks out without troubling herself to make any feints. There now! What did I say? Now she is burrowing 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 countenance 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 strap 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 bugle. I should have liked to have sounded the return on getting near the castle! Ha, ha, ha!"
He lighted his stump of a pipe and we galloped off again.
The track of the she-wolf now pa.s.sed on to the heights of the forest by so steep an ascent that several times we had to dismount and lead our horses by the bridle.
"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 a.s.suming an aspect of grandeur 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 crests of the precipices, the deep, dark ravines, the woods sparkling with boar-frost like diamonds, all form a picture of desertion, desolation, and unspeakable melancholy. The silence is so profound that you hear a dead leaf rustling 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 frail 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.