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17 June .-- This morning, as I was sitting on the edge of my bed cudgelling my brains, I heard without a crackling of whips and pounding and scraping of horses' feet up the rocky path beyond the courtyard.

With joy I hurried to the window, and saw drive into the yard two great leiter-wagons, each drawn by eight sturdy horses, and at the head of each pair a Slovak, with his wide hat, great nail-studded belt, dirty sheepskin, and high boots.

They had also their long staves in hand.

I ran to the door, intending to descend and try and join them through the main hall, as I thought that way might be opened for them.

Again a shock, my door was fastened on the outside.
Then I ran to the window and cried to them.