At the edge of the morass, where we now were, there was a hollow, in
which, among the deeper marshy spots overgrown with long reed-grass,
there were higher patches, like islands, covered with thick clumps of
alders, hazels, and willows. For any other, who did not know every foot
of this wild region, it would have been impossible to find any way
here; but the old huntsman, who was now the fox upon whose track the
hounds were following hard, was not for a moment at fault either in the
direction to be taken, or the pathless way that was to lead us through
this wilderness. I have never been able to comprehend how a man of his
age, hard pressed as he had already been, and wounded besides, as I
presently learned, was able to overcome such difficulties as nearly
vanquished my youthful strength. Whenever, since, I have seen an old
thoroughbred, broken down under the saddle or in harness, who still,
when his generous blood is roused, by his fire, his strength, and
endurance, puts his younger rivals to shame, my mind reverts to the
Wild Zehren in this night of terror. He burst through almost
impenetrable thickets as though they were standing grain, he bounded
over wide chasms like a stag, and did not check his rapid course until
we came out of the hollow upon the dunes.
Here we took breath, and held a brief consultation which way we should
next pursue. To our right lay Zanowitz, and could we reach it safely,
certainly some friend or other would help us across the sea, or at the
worst I was sailor enough to handle a sail-boat alone; but it was only
too probable that the village and its vicinity were already beset with
soldiers sent to capture any of the fugitives who might seek refuge
there. To attempt to cross the heath between Zehrendorf and Trantowitz
and reach the house of some one of Herr von Zehren's friends, would
have been mere madness now that the whole sky was reddened with the
still increasing conflagration, and the heath illuminated with a light
that almost equalled that of day. But one chance was left us; to keep
to the left along the strand as far as the promontory, there ascend the
chalk-cliff in the vicinity of the ruined tower, and so reach the
beech-wood of the park, which was but the continuation of the forest
which bordered the coast for about eight miles.
"If I can only get so far," said he; "my arm begins to grow very
painful."
Now for the first time I learned that he was wounded in the arm. He had
not known it himself at first, and then supposed he had only struck it
against some sharp projecting bough, until the increasing pain showed
what was really the matter. I asked him to let me examine the wound;
but he said we had no time for anything of that sort, and I had to
content myself with binding up the arm as firmly as I could with his
handkerchief, which indeed did but little good.
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