"There's wind and dust, a crash, rain and hail; is it possible to fight amidst such a commotion? Yes! the fight goes on; again the boy strikes the man full on the brow, but it is no use striking that man, his frame is of adamant. 'Boy, thy strength is beginning to give way, thou art becoming confused'; the man now goes to work, amidst rain and hail. 'Boy, thou wilt not hold out ten minutes longer against rain, hail, and the blows of such an antagonist.' "And now the storm was at its height; the black thundercloud had broken into many, which assumed the wildest shapes and the strangest colours, some of them unspeakably glorious; the rain poured in a deluge, and more than one water-spout was seen at no great distance: an immense rabble is hurrying in one direction; a multitude of men of all ranks, peers and yokels, prize-fighters and Jews, and the last came to plunder, and are now plundering amidst that wild confusion of hail and rain, men and horses, carts and carriages. But all hurry in one direction, through mud and mire; there's a town only three miles distant which is soon reached, and soon filled, it will not contain one-third of that mighty rabble; but there's another town farther on--the good old city is farther on, only twelve miles; what's that! who'll stay here? onward to the old town. "Hurry skurry, a mixed multitude of men and horses, carts and carriages, all in the direction of the old town; and, in the midst of all that mad throng, at a moment when the rain gushes were coming down with particular fury, and the artillery of the sky was pealing as I had never heard it peal before, I felt some one seize me by the arm--I turned round and beheld Mr. Petulengro. "'I can't hear you, Mr. Petulengro,' said I; for the thunder drowned the words which he appeared to be uttering. "'Dearginni,' I heard Mr. Petulengro say, 'it thundereth. I was asking, brother, whether you believe in dukkeripens?' "'I do not, Mr. Petulengro; but this is strange weather to be asking me whether I believe in fortunes.' "'Grondinni,' said Mr. Petulengro, 'it haileth. I believe in dukkeripens, brother.' "'And who has more right,' said I, 'seeing that you live by them? But this tempest is truly horrible.' "'Dearginni, grondinni ta villaminni! It thundereth, it haileth, and also flameth,' said Mr. Petulengro. 'Look up there, brother!' "I looked up. Connected with this tempest there was one feature to which I have already alluded--the wonderful colours of the clouds. Some were of vivid green; others of the brightest orange; others as black as pitch. The Gypsy's finger was pointed to a particular part of the sky. "'What do you see there, brother?' "'A strange kind of cloud.' "'What does it look like, brother?' "'Something like a stream of blood.' "'That cloud foreshoweth a bloody dukkeripen.' "'A bloody fortune!' said I. 'And whom may it betide?' "'Who knows?' said the Gypsy.