? ? ? ? I remembered the old custom of burying suicides at cross roads: "Ah! I see, a suicide. How interesting!" But for the life of me I could not make out why the horses were frighten- ed.
? ? ? ? Whilst we were talking, we heard a sort of sound between a yelp and a bark.It was far away; but the horses got very rest- less, and it took Johann all his time to quiet them. He was pale and said, "It sounds like a wolf--but yet there are no wolves here now."
? ? ? ? "No?" I said, questioning him. "Isn't it long since the wolves were so near the city?"
? ? ? ? "Long, long," he answered, "in the spring and summer; but with the snow the wolves have been here not so long."
? ? ? ? Whilst he was petting the horses and trying to quiet them, dark clouds drifted rapidly across the sky. The sunshine pass- ed away, and a breath of cold wind seemed to drift over us.It was only a breath, however, and more of a warning than a fact, for the sun came out brightly again.
? ? ? ? Johann looked under his lifted hand at the horizon and said, "The storm of snow, he comes before long time.
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