In spite of the invading obscurity one may still distinguish the hedges, white with hawthorn, the woods white with acacia flowers; into the open carriages penetrates a fragrance at once violent and suave, which the country exhales.

And on all this white bloom of April, which the night little by little effaces, the train throws in passing a furrow of joy, the refrain of some old song of Navarre, sung and resung infinitely by these girls and these boys, in the noise of the wheels and of the steam-- Erribiague! At the doors, this name, which makes all three start, is cried.

The singing band had already stepped out, leaving them almost alone in the train, which had become silent.

High mountains had made the night very thick--and the three were almost sleeping.
Astounded, they jump down, in the midst of an obscurity which even their smugglers' eyes cannot pierce.

Stars above hardly shine, so encumbered is the sky by the overhanging summits.
"Where is the village ?" they ask of a man who is there alone to receive them.
"Three miles from here on the right." They begin to distinguish the gray trail of a road, suddenly lost in the heart of the shade.