Iturnedthentotheother:thereweretheshapesoftheformervision——distinguishableindeed,buttremulouslikealandscapeinapoolruffledby\"asmallpiplingwind！\"Itouchedtheglass;itwasimpermeable。
Suspectingpolarisationasthethingrequired,Ishiftedandshiftedthemirrors,changingtheirrelation,untilatlast,inagreatdegree,sofarasIwasconcerned,bychance,thingscamerightbetweenthem,andIsawthemountainsblueandsteadyandclear。I
steppedforward,andmyfeetwereamongtheheather。
AllIknewofthewaytothecottagewasthatwehadgonethroughapine—forest。Ipassedthroughmanythicketsandseveralsmallfir—woods,continuallyfancyingafreshthatIrecognisedsomethingofthecountry;butIhadcomeuponnoforest,andnowthesunwasnearthehorizon,andtheairhadbeguntogrowchillwiththecomingwinter,when,tomydelight,Isawalittleblackobjectcomingtowardme:itwasindeedtheraven！
Ihastenedtomeethim。