has become dreadful a howl is comforting.

That fierce growl reassured him; that threat was a promise. There was
there a being alive and awake, though it might be a wild beast. He
advanced in the direction whence came the snarl.

He turned the corner of a wall, and, behind in the vast sepulchral light
made by the reflection of snow and sea, he saw a thing placed as if for
shelter. It was a cart, unless it was a hovel. It had wheels--it was a
carriage. It had a roof--it was a dwelling. From the roof arose a
funnel, and out of the funnel smoke. This smoke was red, and seemed to
imply a good fire in the interior. Behind, projecting hinges indicated a
door, and in the centre of this door a square opening showed a light
inside the caravan. He approached.

Whatever had growled perceived his approach, and became furious. It was
no longer a growl which he had to meet; it was a roar. He heard a sharp
sound, as of a chain violently pulled to its full length, and suddenly,
under the door, between the hind wheels, two rows of sharp white teeth
appeared. At the same time as the mouth between the wheels a head was
put through the window.

"Peace there!" said the head.

The mouth was silent.

The head began again,--

"Is any one there?"