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We thought we would try, nevertheless. For it did not seem particularly hard at first.

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No, at first nothing seems hard. But presently you may come to a tight place where you can neither get forward nor back. And then you stick fast, Professor! Mountain-fast, as we hunters call it.

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[Smiles and looks at him.] Am I to take these as oracular utterances, Mr. Ulfheim?

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Lord preserve me from playing the oracle! [Urgently, pointing up towards the heights.] But don't you see that the storm is upon us? Don't you near the blasts of wind?

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[Listening.] They sound like the prelude to the Resurrection Day.

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They are storm-blasts from the peaks, man! Just look how the clouds are rolling and sinking—soon they'll be all around us like a winding-sheet!

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[With a start and shiver.] I know that sheet!