The Mysteries of Udolpho

The sun was now setting upon the valley; its last light gleamed upon the

water, and heightened the rich yellow and purple tints of the heath and

broom, that overspread the mountains. St. Aubert enquired of Michael

the distance to the hamlet he had mentioned, but the man could not with

certainty tell; and Emily began to fear that he had mistaken the road.

Here was no human being to assist, or direct them; they had left the

shepherd and his cabin far behind, and the scene became so obscured in

twilight, that the eye could not follow the distant perspective of the

valley in search of a cottage, or a hamlet. A glow of the horizon still

marked the west, and this was of some little use to the travellers.

Michael seemed endeavouring to keep up his courage by singing; his

music, however, was not of a kind to disperse melancholy; he sung, in a

sort of chant, one of the most dismal ditties his present auditors had

ever heard, and St. Aubert at length discovered it to be a vesper-hymn

to his favourite saint.

They travelled on, sunk in that thoughtful melancholy, with which

twilight and solitude impress the mind. Michael had now ended his ditty,

and nothing was heard but the drowsy murmur of the breeze among the

woods, and its light flutter, as it blew freshly into the carriage. They

were at length roused by the sound of fire-arms. St. Aubert called to

the muleteer to stop, and they listened. The noise was not repeated; but

presently they heard a rustling among the brakes. St. Aubert drew forth

a pistol, and ordered Michael to proceed as fast as possible; who had

not long obeyed, before a horn sounded, that made the mountains ring. He

looked again from the window, and then saw a young man spring from the

bushes into the road, followed by a couple of dogs. The stranger was in

a hunter's dress. His gun was slung across his shoulders, the hunter's

horn hung from his belt, and in his hand was a small pike, which, as

he held it, added to the manly grace of his figure, and assisted the

agility of his steps.

After a moment's hesitation, St. Aubert again stopped the carriage, and

waited till he came up, that they might enquire concerning the hamlet

they were in search of. The stranger informed him, that it was only half

a league distant, that he was going thither himself, and would readily

shew the way. St. Aubert thanked him for the offer, and, pleased with

his chevalier-like air and open countenance, asked him to take a seat

in the carriage; which the stranger, with an acknowledgment, declined,

adding that he would keep pace with the mules. 'But I fear you will be

wretchedly accommodated,' said he: 'the inhabitants of these mountains

are a simple people, who are not only without the luxuries of life,

but almost destitute of what in other places are held to be its

necessaries.'