At last it was evening again. The man came and went.
He said not a word, and Toni had nothing to say either.
Thus passed one day after another. They were all so long! so long! In the
evening, when it began to grow dark it always seemed terrible to Toni, for
then the high mountains looked so black and threatening, as if they would
suddenly do him some harm. Then he would rush back into the hut and crawl
into his bed of hay.
Many days had passed like this, one exactly the same as the other. The
sun had always shone in a cloudless sky; always at evening the friendly
little star had gleamed above the dark mountain. But one afternoon, thick,
gray clouds began to chase one another across the sky; now and then
blinding lightning flashed, and suddenly frightful thunder-bolts sounded,
which echoed roaring from the mountains, as if there were twice as many
and then a terrible storm broke. It was as dark as night; the rain beat
against the hut, and meanwhile the thunder rolled with fearful
reverberations through the mountains; quivering lightning lighted up the
black, frightful giant-forms, which seemed quite specter-like to come
nearer and look down menacingly. The cattle ran together in alarm and
bellowed loudly, and great birds of prey flapped around with piercing
shrieks.
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