I was for setting out thither,--Culmbach is twenty miles from Berneck; but the roads are frightful," White Mayn, still a young River, dashing through the rock-labyrinths there, "and full of precipices:--everybody rose in opposition, and, whether I would or not, they put me into the carriage for Himmelkron [partly on the road thither], which is only about ten miles off.

We had like to have got drowned on the road; the waters were so swoln [White Mayn and its angry brooks], the horses could not cross but by swimming.
"I arrived at last, about one in the morning.

I instantly threw myself on a bed.

I was like to die with weariness; and in mortal terrors that something had happened to my Brother or the Hereditary Prince.

This latter relieved me on his own score; he arrived at last, about four o'clock,--had still no news farther of my Brother.