Distance, as the crow flies, is about a hundred miles; road, which skirts the two HAFS [Pauli, v.

215-222; Stenzel, ii.
392-397.] (wide shallow WASHES, as we should name them), is of rough quality, and naturally circuitous.

It is ringing frost to-day, and for days back:--Friedrich Wilhelm hastily gathers all the sledges, all the horses of the district; mounts some four thousand men in sledges; starts, with the speed of light, in that fashion.

Scours along all day, and after the intervening bit of land, again along; awakening the ice-bound silences.

Gloomy Frische Haf, wrapt in its Winter cloud-coverlids, with its wastes of tumbled sand, its poor frost-bound fishing-hamlets, pine-hillocks,--desolate-looking, stern as Greenland or more so, says Busching, who travelled there in winter-time, [Busching's _Beitrage_ (Halle, 1789), vi.