So saying, he went out in the rain, despite their entreaties that he
would at least stay with them until the storm was over.
Little sleep did they have that night, for wind and rain swept through
the valley. Torrents roared down the mountain side, flooding the wooden
houses, and even worse befell at daybreak. An enormous rock snapped off
from a topmost peak, and carrying with it great masses of stones and
uprooted firs, crashed down on the little village. All living things
were buried beneath its weight except the shepherd and his wife, whose
cottage yet was spared. Tremblingly they stood on the threshold, for
they thought their last hour had come.
'Thou hast been a good wife, my dear one,' breathed the shepherd, as he
drew her frail form close to him.
'It is well that we should go together, since thou hast lain by my side
for nigh sixty years,' she whispered, hiding her face against his
breast.
'How now?' cried a reassuring voice. 'Dost despair so easily?' And
looking up they saw their friend the Dwarf riding on a rough raft in
the centre of the stream, and steering before him the trunk of an
immense pine. This he proceeded to fix crosswise in front of their
little garden, so as to form a dam. The torrent now passed by the
cottage, leaving it undisturbed, and the voice of the wind was hushed.
The sun came out, and the birds sang; but the only people alive in
Schillingsdorf were the shepherd and his old wife."
[Illustration: "'How now?' cried a reassuring voice."]
[Illustration]
Chapter X
The Wild Huntsman.
The forest paths were dappled with sunlight as Father and I strolled
down its winding glades, and all the wood things were chirping and
chattering with joy. Now and then something brown and furry scuttled
across our path, and once I all but trod on a tiny mouse, who had hidden
herself under last year's leaves.
"You clumsy boy!" said a tiny voice, and I turned in time to catch sight
of a wee pink Elf as she sprang from the flower Father wore in his
button hole upon a bright blue butterfly which had been hovering above
her for some time, and now darted swiftly away.
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