ABSTRACT
In the interim the goat-herds returned to their innocent retreat, which had so suddenly become the scene of murder. Surprise and horror struck the peaceful cottagers at the horrid sight: they forbore, however, to express their emotions / till they had seen if every spark of life was extinct in the bleeding victims. They raised the child which had so lately been alive and happy; then bound up his gaping wound, and, with looks of horror, chased his stiff and clay-cold hands. They strove to draw the stiletto from the gashed bosom of Gravenitz, then washed the wound, and laid them both on their rustic bed; then, drawing the clothes over their pale countenances, quitted the chamber of death.
