...dewy greensward, his figure, weird and mysterious in the dim light, looking like some Er,l-Hdnnchen as it moved about. From out the veil above the stars...mighty altar-fires, glowed the snowy pinnacles of the Transylvanian Alps, as, mounting our mules, we started on our journey, one of the Terzburg herdsmen...

...persons who have been keeping vigi! all night, they look down upon us weak and blinking. The air that fans our cheeks comes fresh and moist from its bath...of small, tremulous, and intermittent sounds, like that of things aroused from a state of inaction into new life. I must have gone to sleep again after...