Overview
“The night, an October one, was cold, and the wind was rising and sighing amongst the branches of the pine trees. Darker and darker gathered the shades, as mother and son stood again at the door of their hut after Hans had returned from his useless quest. No sign of his father had he seen, and boy though he was, he knew too much of the dangers that attend a wood-cutter’s life in the Forest not to fear that some evil might have befallen his father; but he had a brave young heart, and tried to comfort his mother.”