BRAND.
ACT FIRST.
High up in the mountain snowfields. The mist lies thick and close; it is raining, and nearly dark.[dark.]
Brand in black, with stick and wallet, is struggling on westward. A Peasant and his Young Son, who have joined him, are a little way behind.
The Peasant.
[Calling after Brand.]
Hullo, you stranger fellow, stay!
Where are you?
Brand.
Here!