I think it must have been
several minutes before I had them under control again.
And then--in this night of weird things--the weirdest
sight of them all showed ahead.
I was just beginning to wonder, whether after all we had
not lost the road again, when the faintest of all faint
glimmers began to define itself somewhere in front.
And ... was I right? Yes, a small, thin voice came out of
the fog that incessantly floated into my cone of light
and was left behind in eddies. What did it mean?...
The glimmer was now defining itself more clearly. Somewhere,
not very far ahead and slightly to the left, a globe of
the faintest iridescent luminosity seemed suspended in
the brewing and waving mist. The horses turned at right
angles on to the bridge, the glimmer swinging round to
the other side of the buggy. Their hoofs struck wood,
and both beasts snorted and stopped.
In a flash a thought came. I had just broken through a
culvert--the bridge, too, must have broken down, and
somebody had put a light there to warn the chance traveller
who might stray along on a night like this! I was on the
point of getting out of my wraps, when a thinner wave in
the mist permitted me to see the flames of three lanterns
hung to the side-rails of the bridge.
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