"But, Gideon, my dear fellow, just look out at the weather; it has been snowing three days without cessation." "Oh, nonsense; we are not going out boar-hunting; put on your thick coat, buckle on your spurs, and let us prepare to start. I will order something to eat first." And he went out, first adding, "Be sure to put on your cape." I could never refuse old Gideon anything; from my childhood he could do anything with me with a nod or a sign; so I equipped myself and came into the coffee-room. "I knew," he said, "that you would not let me go back without you. Eat every bit of this slice of ham, and let us drink a stirrup cup, for the horses are getting impatient. I have had your portmanteau put in." "My portmanteau! what is that for?" "Yes, it will be all right; you will have to stay a few days at Nideck, that is indispensable, and I will tell you why presently." So we went down into the courtyard. At that moment two horsemen arrived, evidently tired out with riding, their horses in a perfect lather of foam. Sperver, who had always been a great admirer of a fine horse, expressed his surprise and admiration at these splendid animals. "What beauties! They are of the Wallachian breed, I can see, as finely formed as deer, and as swift. Nicholas, throw a cloth over them quickly, or they will take cold." The travellers, muffled in Siberian furs, passed close by us just as we were going to mount. I could only discern the long brown moustache of one, and his singularly bright and sparkling eyes. They entered the hotel. The groom was holding our horses by the bridle. He wished us _bon voyage_, removed his hand, and we were off. Sperver rode a pure Mecklemburg. I was mounted on a stout cob bred in the Ardennes, full of fire; we flew over the snowy ground. In ten minutes we had left Fribourg behind us. The sky was beginning to clear up. As far as the eye could reach we could distinguish neither road, path, nor track. Our only company were the ravens of the Black Forest spreading their hollow wings wide over the banks of snow, trying one place after another unsuccessfully for food, and croaking, "Misery! misery!" Gideon, with his weather-beaten countenance, his fur cloak and cap, galloped on ahead, whistling airs from the _Freyschuetz_; sometimes as he turned I could see the sparkling drops of moisture hanging from his long moustache. "Well, Fritz, my boy, this is a fine winter's morning." "So it is, but it is rather severe; don't you think so?" "I am fond of a clear hard frost," he replied; "it promotes circulation. If our old minister Tobias had but the courage to start out in weather like this he would soon put an end to his rheumatic pains." I smiled, I am afraid, involuntarily. After an hour of this rapid pace Sperver slackened his speed and let me come abreast of him. "Fritz, I shall have to tell you the object of this journey at some time, I suppose?" "I was beginning to think I ought to know what I am going about."