Mina
Harker's Journal2 November, night All day long driving. The country
gets wilder as we go, and the great spurs of the Carpathians, which at Veresti
seemed so far from us and so low on the horizon, now seem to gather round us and
tower in front. We both seem in good spirits. I think we make an effort each to
cheer the other, in the doing so we cheer ourselves. Dr. Van Helsing says that
by morning we shall reach the Borgo Pass. The houses are very few here
now, and the Professor says that the last horse we got will have to go on with
us, as we may not be able to change. He got two in addition to the two we changed,
so that now we have a rude four-in-hand. The dear horses are patient and good,
and they give us no trouble. We are not worried with other travellers, and so
even I can drive. We shall get to the Pass in daylight. We do not want to arrive
before. So we take it easy, and have each a long rest in turn. Oh, what
will tomorrow bring to us? We go to seek the place where my poor darling suffered
so much. God grant that we may be guided aright, and that He will deign to watch
over my husband and those dear to us both, and who are in such deadly peril. As
for me, I am not worthy in His sight. Alas! I am unclean to His eyes, and shall
be until He may deign to let me stand forth in His sight as one of those who have
not incurred His wrath. |
