When midway the bridge he pulled his reins and the horse stood still.

The dark waters of the small river swept on beneath them.

Night had just begun to spread out her sombre wings, bedecked with silent stars.

Just in front of them, as they looked out upon the center of the river, the river took a bend which brought a shore directly facing them.

A green lawn began from the shore and ran back to be lost in the shadows of the evening.