Certain hills, which his eyes had hitherto noted on the right, had disappeared wholly from sight.

He had evidently deflected greatly from his proper course, and the horizon was now too circumscribed to permit him to distinguish any of those guiding signs upon which he had relied for his progress.

From a bald tract he had unwittingly passed into the mazes of a somewhat thickly-growing wood.
"Old Blucher," he said, addressing his horse, and speaking in clear silvery tones--"what have you done, old fellow?
Whither have you brought us ?" The philosophy which tells us, when lost, to give the reins to the steed, will avail but little in a region where the horse has never been before.

This our traveller seemed very well to know.

But the blame was not chargeable upon Blucher.