In this way we crossed two considerable mountains, and, leaving the pony at the summit of the last, I pursued my companion's flight down the slope with the best speed my stiffened limbs could be forced to.

Arriving over a valley which is called, I think, Branlieu, situated in a western direction from Gougane Barra, he pointed to a lone house at the extremity of the valley, as my destination.

It was about four o'clock, but the rays of the sun had ceased to irradiate this gloomy valley, over which hung the shades of night.

At the western side the mountain was steep as a wall, and down from the summit dashed headlong torrents, swelled by the morning's rain.

The waters gleamed like sheeted ice through the haze, and their roar fell upon the ear with a dull sense of loneliness and pain.