Page:The Necromancer, or, The Tale of the Black Forest Vol. 1.djvu/13



HE hurricane was howling, the hailstones beating against the windows, the hoarse croaking of the raven bidding adieu to autumn, and the weather-cock's dismal creaking joined with the mournful dirge of the solitary owl, when Herrman and Hellfried, who had been united by the strongest bonds of friendship from their youthful days, were seated by the chearing fire side, hailing the approach of winter. Thirty long years were elapsed since they had been separated by different