“ The Baron loses his horse, and finds a wolf;—Makes him draw his sledge.
I set off from Rome on a journey to Russia, in the midst of winter, on horseback, as the most convenient manner of travelling; I was but lightly clothed, and of this I felt the inconvenience the more I advanced north-east. Charity, however induced me to throw my mantle over an old man lying almost naked, on a bleak common in Poland. At length night and darkness overtook me. No village was to be seen. The country was covered in snow. ”