"My daughter!—man—my daughter!—where is my daughter!" cried he in a rage.
"Where the wretch, the fiend, should be, I trust," replied my father, starting up and displaying equal choler; "where she should be—in hell!—Leave this cottage or you may fare worse."
"Ha-ha!" replied the hunter, "would you harm a potent spirit of the Hartz Mountains? Poor mortal, who must needs wed a were wolf."
"Out, demon! I defy thee and thy power."
"Yet shall you feel it; remember your oath—your solemn oath—never to raise your hand against her to harm her."
"I made no compact with evil spirits."
"You did; and if you failed in your vow, you were to meet the vengeance of the spirits. Your children were to perish by the vulture, the wolf——"
"Out, out, demon!"
"And their bones blanch in the wilderness. Ha!-ha!"
My father, frantic with rage, seized his axe, and raised it over Wilfred's head to strike.