Now a long, long day followed.  It was perfectly still all around.  The cows grazed and lay down around in the sun-bathed pasture.  Tom went into the hut two or three times, drank some milk and ate some bread and cheese.  Then he came out again, sat down on the ground and carved on a piece of wood he had in his pocket, for although he no longer dared to cherish the hope of becoming a wood-carver, yet he could not help carving for himself as well as he could.  At last it was evening again.  The man came and went.  He said not a word, and Toni had nothing to say either.

Thus passed one day after another.  They were all so long! so long!  In the evening, when it began to grow dark it always seemed terrible to Toni, for then the high mountains looked so black and threatening, as if they would suddenly do him some harm.  Then he would rush back into the hut and crawl into his bed of hay.

Many days had passed like this, one exactly the same as the other.  The sun had always shone in a cloudless sky; always at evening the friendly little star had gleamed above the dark mountain.  But one afternoon, thick, gray clouds began to chase one another across the sky; now and then blinding lightning flashed, and suddenly frightful thunder-bolts sounded, which echoed roaring from the mountains, as if there were twice as many and then a terrible storm broke.  It was as dark as night; the rain beat against the hut, and meanwhile the thunder rolled with fearful reverberations through the mountains; quivering lightning lighted up the black, frightful giant-forms, which seemed quite specter-like to come nearer and look down menacingly.  The cattle ran together in alarm and bellowed loudly, and great birds of prey flapped around with piercing shrieks.

Toni had long since fled into the hut, but the lightning showed him the frightful forms and it seemed every minute as if the rolling thunder would overthrow the hut to the ground.  Toni was so alarmed he could hardly breathe.  He climbed up on the table expecting every minute that the hut would fall and crush him.  The storm lasted for hours, and the man never came over.  It was now really night but still the blinding lightning flashed and new peals of thunder rolled and the storm howled and raged as if it would sweep the hut away.

Toni stood half the night stiff with fright, clinging to the table, and with no thought, only a feeling of a frightful power, which was crushing everything.  How he reached his bed he did not know, but in the morning he lay stretched across the hay, so exhausted he could hardly rise.  He looked anxiously out of the window.  How must it look outside after such a night?  Then he went out to see about the cows.  The ground was still wet, but the animals were peacefully grazing.

The sky was gray, and thick, black clouds were passing over it.  Gloomy and frightful the high mountains stood there.  They had come so near and looked more threateningly than ever at Toni.  He ran back into the hut.