But I knew there was peril of death. I sat on the cart and heard through the storm the moans of the woman and the crack of the husband's finger-joints: he wrings his hands; and I see Reb Yechiel's dark face with the sunken, burning eyes: "Drive on," he says, "drive on!" And we drive on. And it pours and pours, it pours from above and splashes from below, from underneath the wheels and the horse's feet, and the road is swamped, literally covered with water. The water frothed, the cart seemed to swim--what am I to tell you? Besides that we lost our way--but I lived through it! I brought back the Brisk Rabbi by the Great Hosanna.[142] II I must tell you the truth, that no sooner had the Brisk Rabbi taken his seat in the cart than it grew still! The cloud broke up and the sun shone through the rift, and we drove into Byàle quite dry and comfortable. Even the peasant remarked it, and said in his own language: "A great Rabbi! a powerful Rabbi!" But the main thing was our arrival in Byàle. The women who were in the house crowded to the Rabbi like locusts--they nearly fell on their faces before him and wept--the daughter in the inner room was not heard, either because of the women's weeping, or else because she had no strength left to complain--Reb Yechiel did not see us, he was standing with his forehead pressed against a window-pane, as though his head were burning hot. The Brisk Rabbi's son-in-law did not turn round to greet us, either. He stood with his face against the wall, and I could see plainly how his whole body shook, and how his head knocked against the wall. I thought I should have fallen. Anxiety and terror had taken such hold on me that I was cold in every limb, I felt that my soul was chilled. Well, did you know the Brisk Rabbi? That was a man--a pillar of iron, I tell you! A tall, tall man, "from his shoulders and upward he was higher than any of the people;" he cast awe round him like a king. A long white beard, one point of it, I remember now, had tucked itself under his girdle, the other point quivered over it. His eyebrows were white, thick, and long, they seemed to cover part of his face. When he raised them--Lord of the world! The women fell back as though they were thunderstruck, he had such eyes! There were daggers in them, glittering daggers! And he gave a roar like a lion: "Women, be gone!" Then he asked in a lower and gentler voice: "And where is my daughter?" They showed him.