"He jumped out of bed, threw on his clothes, and in his anxiety did not appear to perceive the absence of his wife. As soon as he was ready, I opened the door, he went out, and I followed him. "Imagine his horror, when (unprepared as he was for such a sight) he beheld, as he advanced towards the grave, not a wolf, but his wife, in her night-dress, on her hands and knees, crouching by the body of my sister, and tearing off large pieces of the flesh, and devouring them with all the avidity of a wolf. She was too busy to be aware of our approach. My father dropped his gun, his hair stood on end; so did mine; he breathed heavily, and then his breath for a time stopped. I picked up the gun and put it into his hand. Suddenly he appeared as if concentrated rage had restored him to double vigour; he levelled his piece, fired, and with a loud shriek, down fell the wretch whom he had fostered in his bosom. "'God of Heaven!' cried my father, sinking down upon the earth in a swoon, as soon as he had discharged his gun. "I remained some time by his side before he recovered. 'Where am I?' said he, 'what has happened?--Oh!--yes, yes! I recollect now. Heaven forgive me!' "He rose and we walked up to the grave; what again was our astonishment and horror to find that instead of the dead body of my mother-in-law, as we expected, there was lying over the remains of my poor sister, a large, white she wolf. "'The white wolf!' exclaimed my father, 'the white wolf which decoyed me into the forest--I see it all now--I have dealt with the spirits of the Hartz Mountains.' "For some time my father remained in silence and deep thought. He then carefully lifted up the body of my sister, replaced it in the grave, and covered it over as before, having struck the head of the dead animal with the heel of his boot, and raving like a madman. He walked back to the cottage, shut the door, and threw himself on the bed; I did the same, for I was in a stupor of amazement. "Early in the morning we were both roused by a loud knocking at the door, and in rushed the hunter Wilfred. "'My daughter!--man--my daughter!--where is my daughter!' cried he in a rage. "'Where the wretch, the fiend, should be, I trust,' replied my father, starting up and displaying equal choler; 'where she should be--in hell!--Leave this cottage or you may fare worse.' "'Ha--ha!' replied the hunter, 'would you harm a potent spirit of the Hartz Mountains. Poor mortal, who must needs wed a weir wolf.' "'Out demon! I defy thee and thy power.' "'Yet shall you feel it; remember your oath--your solemn oath--never to raise your hand against her to harm her.' "'I made no compact with evil spirits.' "'You did; and if you failed in your vow, you were to meet the vengeance of the spirits. Your children were to perish by the vulture, the wolf--' "'Out, out, demon!' "'And their bones blanch in the wilderness. Ha!--ha!' "My father, frantic with rage, seized his axe, and raised it over Wilfred's head to strike.