“‘And so we are somewhat excited.’

“I reassured him as best I could, happy to have arrived on that particular evening and to witness this superstitious terror.  I told stories and almost succeeded in calming the whole household.

“Near the fireplace slept an old dog, mustached and almost blind, with his head between his paws, such a dog as reminds you of people you have known.

“Outside, the raging storm was beating against the little house, and suddenly through a small pane of glass, a sort of peep-window placed near the door, I saw in a brilliant flash of lightning a whole mass of trees thrashed by the wind.

“In spite of my efforts, I realized that terror was laying hold of these people, and each time that I ceased to speak, all ears listened for distant sounds.  Annoyed at these foolish fears, I was about to retire to my bed, when the old gamekeeper suddenly leaped from his chair, seized his gun and stammered wildly:  ’There he is, there he is!  I hear him!’ The two women again sank upon their knees in the corner and hid their faces, while the sons took up the axes.  I was going to try to pacify them once more, when the sleeping dog awakened suddenly and, raising his head and stretching his neck, looked at the fire with his dim eyes and uttered one of those mournful howls which make travelers shudder in the darkness and solitude of the country.  All eyes were focused upon him now as he rose on his front feet, as though haunted by a vision, and began to howl at something invisible, unknown, and doubtless horrible, for he was bristling all over.  The gamekeeper with livid face cried:  ’He scents him!  He scents him!  He was there when I killed him.’  The two women, terrified, began to wail in concert with the dog.

“In spite of myself, cold chills ran down my spine.  This vision of the animal at such a time and place, in the midst of these startled people, was something frightful to witness.

“Then for an hour the dog howled without stirring; he howled as though in the anguish of a nightmare; and fear, horrible fear came over me.  Fear of what?  How can I say?  It was fear, and that is all I know.

“We remained motionless and pale, expecting something awful to happen.  Our ears were strained and our hearts beat loudly while the slightest noise startled us.  Then the beast began to walk around the room, sniffing at the walls and growling constantly.  His maneuvers were driving us mad!  Then the countryman, who had brought me thither, in a paroxysm of rage, seized the dog, and carrying him to a door, which opened into a small court, thrust him forth.

“The noise was suppressed and we were left plunged in a silence still more terrible.  Then suddenly we all started.  Some one was gliding along the outside wall toward the forest; then he seemed to be feeling of the door with a trembling hand; then for two minutes nothing was heard and we almost lost our minds.  Then he returned, still feeling along the wall, and scratched lightly upon the door as a child might do with his finger nails.  Suddenly a face appeared behind the glass of the peep-window, a white face with eyes shining like those of the cat tribe.  A sound was heard, an indistinct plaintive murmur.