? ? ? ? I felt a little obstinate and did not at once get into the carriage.
? ? ? ? "Tell me," I said, "about this place where the road leads," and I pointed down.
? ? ? ? Again he crossed himself and mumbled a prayer before he an- swered, "It is unholy."
? ? ? ? "What is unholy?" I enquired.
? ? ? ? "The village."
? ? ? ? "Then there is a village?"
? ? ? ? "No, no. No one lives there hundreds of years."
? ? ? ? My curiosity was piqued, "But you said there was a village."
? ? ? ? "There was."
? ? ? ? "Where is it now?"
? ? ? ? Whereupon he burst out into a long story in German and Eng- lish, so mixed up that I could not quite understand exactly what he said. Roughly I gathered that long ago, hundreds of years, men had died there and been buried in their graves; but sounds were heard under the clay, and when the graves were opened,men and women were found rosy with life and their mouths red with blood.
Pages:
1
2
3
4
5
6
7
8
9
10
11
12
13
14
15
16
17
18
19
20
21
22
23
24