This circumstance led to something like a romantic incident, for as the driver was unacquainted with the bye-roads, they got into a small brook, "as clear and silvery bright as brooks in fairytales," and having walls of rock on the right and left, they were unable to extricate themselves "from this labyrinth." Fortunately they met towards nine o'clock in the evening two peasants who conducted them to their destination, the inn of Mr.Indyk, in which also the Polish authoress Clementina Tanska, who has described this district in one of her works, had lodged--a fact duly reported by Chopin to his sister Isabella and friend Titus.

Arriving not only tired but also wet to above the knees, his first business was to guard against taking a cold.

He bought a Cracow double-woven woollen night-cap, which he cut in two pieces and wrapped round his feet.

Then he sat down by the fire, drank a glass of red wine, and, after talking for a little while longer, betook himself to bed, and slept the sleep of the just.

Thus ended the adventure of that day, and, to all appearance, without the dreaded consequences of a cold.