In  this  direction  at  once  every  eye  was
turned,  but  nothing  could  we  see.  The
road  led  through  a  wide  open  country  for
some  miles,  and  at  \ast  disappeared  in  the
recesses  of  a  dark  pine  wood,  that  covered
the  horizon  for  miles  on  either  side.  Mean-
while Napoleon,  with  his  hands  clasped
behind  his  back,   walked   hurriedly  back-


ward and  forward  beside  the  blazing  fires,
stopping  at  intervals  to  look  along  the  road,
and  then  resuming  his  walk  as  before.  He
was  not  more  than  two  hundred  paces  from
where  we  stood,  and  I  could  mark  well  his
gesture  of  impatience,  as  he  closed  his  glass
each  time,  after  looking  in  vain  toward
Holitsch.
