“There they are—­there they are—­praised be the Lord,” answered the dyer, “I knew already that they had been on the mountain when your messenger came to us in the night, and we had searched through the whole forest with lanterns and had not found anything—­and then, when it dawned, I observed that on the road which leads on the left up toward the snow-mountain, on the spot where the post stands—­that there some twigs and stalks were broken off, as children like to do on their way—­and then I knew it, and then they could not get away, because they walked in the hollow, and then between the rocks on to the ridge which is so steep on either side that they could not get down.  They just had to ascend.  After making this observation I sent a message to Gschaid, but the wood-cutter Michael who carried it told us at his return, when he joined us up there near the ice, that you had found them already, and so we came down again.”

“Yes,” said Michael, “I told you so because the red flag is hung out on the Krebsstein, and this was the sign agreed upon in Gschaid.  And I told you that they all would come down this way, as one cannot climb down the precipice.”

“And kneel down and thank God on your knees, my son-in-law,” continued the dyer, “that there was no wind.  A hundred years will pass before there will be another such fall of snow that will come down straight like wet cords hanging from a pole.  If there had been any wind the children would have perished.”

“Yes, let us thank God, let us thank God,” said the shoemaker.

The dyer who since the marriage of his daughter had never been in Gschaid decided to accompany the men to the village.

When they approached the red post where the side-road began they saw the sleigh waiting for them which the shoemaker had ordered there, whatever the outcome.  They let mother and children get into it, covered them well up in the rugs and furs provided for them and let them ride ahead to Gschaid.

The others followed and arrived in Gschaid by afternoon.  Those who still were on the mountain and had only learned through the smoke that the signal for returning had been given, gradually also found their way into the valley.  The last to appear in the evening was the son of the shepherd Philip who had carried the red flag to the Krebsstein and planted it there.

In Gschaid there was also grandmother waiting for them who had driven across the “neck.”

“Never, never,” she cried, “will I permit the children to cross the ‘neck’ in winter!”

The children were confused by all this commotion.  They received something more to eat and were put to bed then.  Late in the evening, when they had recovered somewhat, and some neighbors and friends had assembled in the living-room and were talking about the event, their mother came into the sleeping-room.  As she sat by Sanna’s bed and caressed her, the little girl said:  “Mother, last night, when we sat on the mountain, I saw the holy Christ-child.”