Quickly they passed over the square and along the rows of houses, and finally between the railings of the orchards out into the open.  The sun already stood above the wooded heights that were woven through with milky wisps of cloud, and its dim reddish disk proceeded along with them through the leafless branches of the crab-apple trees.

There was no snow in the whole valley, but the higher mountains that had been glistening with it for many weeks already were thoroughly covered.  The lower ridges, however, remained snowless and silent in the mantle of their pine forests and the fallow red of their bare branches.  The ground was not frozen yet and would have been entirely dry, after the long dry period that had been prevailing, if the cold of the season had not covered it with a film of moisture.  This did not render the ground slippery, however, but rather firm and resilient so that the children made good progress.  The scanty grass still standing on the meadows and especially along the ditches in them bore the colors of autumn.  There was no frost on the ground and a closer inspection did not reveal any dew, either, which signifies rain, according to the country people.

Toward the edge of the meadows there was a mountain brook over which led a high, narrow wooden bridge.  The children walked over it and looked down.  There was hardly any water in the brook, only a thin streak of intensely blue color wound through the dry white pebbles of its stony bed, and both the small amount and the color of the water indicated that cold was prevailing in the greater altitudes; for this rendered the soil on the mountains dry so that it did not make the water of the brook turbid and hardened the ice so that it could give off but a few clear drops.

From the bridge, the children passed through the valleys in the hills and came closer and closer to the woods.  Finally they reached the edge of the woods and walked on through them.

When they had climbed up into the higher woodlands of the “neck,” the long furrows of the road were no longer soft, as had been the case in the valley, but were firm, not from dryness, but, as the children soon perceived, because they were frozen over.  In some places, the frost had rendered them so hard that they could bear the weight of their bodies.  From now on, they did not persist any longer in the slippery path beside the road, but in the ruts, as children will, trying whether this or that furrow would carry them.  When, after an hour’s time, they had arrived at the height of the “neck,” the ground was so hard that their steps resounded on it and the clods were hard like stones.