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A sight so vast and magnificent held them silent for a little; then suddenly, Jim, looking at Alice, saw that she was shivering. "What is the matter, Alice, my dear?" he said; "let us come away; the snow-wind is too much for you." "Oh! it is not that!" she said. "Somebody is walking over my grave." "Oh, that's all!" said Jim; "they are always at it with me, in cold weather. Let 'em.
"Thank goodness the Italians are better than they used to be." "Are they better than they used to be?" "Oh, much. They have learnt it from us." She then enquired if her guest had slept, and if he were rested from his journey. Aaron, into whose face the faint snow-wind and the sun had brought a glow, replied that he had slept well and enjoyed the morning, thank you.
Her husband calls her away, both depart. The stranger, left alone, listens awhile to the muffled snow-wind, the remote, swollen sound of the river, and then he speaks.
She heard the wind raving, but it sounded afar off. Who had guided her thither? One of Steenie's storm-angels, or the Shepherd of the sheep? It was all one, for the storm-angels were his sheep-dogs! She had been bewildered by the terrible beating of the snow-wind, but her own wandering was another's guiding! Beyond the turmoil of life and unutterably glad, she fell asleep, and the dream left her.
All these I passed, without the smallest risk or difficulty, walking up the channel of drift which I spoke of once before. And then I crossed, with more of care, and to the door of Lorna's house, and made the sign, and listened, after taking my snow-shoes off. But no one came, as I expected, neither could I espy a light. And I seemed to hear a faint low sound, like the moaning of the snow-wind.
It was very awesome sitting there by the firelight in the lonely barn, hearing the strange moan of the snow-wind. When Mrs Cottier finished her story we talked of all sorts of things; I think that we were both a little afraid of being silent in such a place, so, as we ate, we kept talking just as though we were by the fireside at home.
Tigers prowling between the north and the south. And this beautiful city lying nearest exposed. The snow-wind brushed her this morning like the icy whiskers of a tiger. And clear in the light lay Novara, wide, fearless, violent Novara. Beautiful the perfect air, the perfect and unblemished Alp-sky. And like the first southern flower, Novara. Aaron sat watching in silence.
At dusk when the snow-wind was rushing through the darkness of the night a wild turbulent cataract of icy air the wolf-pack gathered together in the valley and howled. They were calling for a leader. The sky spread above them, wan and pallid, the wind moaned and whistled through the feathery tops of the pine-trees. Amid the snow the wolves sat in a circle on their haunches and howled dismally.
He was thinking what a dreary tramp home it would be by the road for the wind was threatening to wake, and in a snow-wind the moor was a place to be avoided when he struck his foot against something soft, in the path his own feet had worn to the wilderness, and fell over it. A groan followed, and John rose with the miserable feeling of having hurt some creature.
Polunin accompanied her. The snow-wind blew violently, whistling and cutting at them viciously. The moon seemed to be leaping among the clouds; around them the green, snowy twilight hung like a thick curtain. The horses jogged along slowly. Darkness lay over the land. Polunin returned alone over a tractless road-way; the gale blew in his face; the snow blinded him.
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