Dragos: A Narrative Fiction

We had not gone a rod when we found ourselves in a heap, in a heavy drift of snow. We took hold of each others’ hands, pulled ourselves out, got into the road, and the cold north wind blew us down the road a half mile south, where the Strelow boys and John Conrad had to go west a mile or more. When they reached a bridge in a ravine, the little fellows sheltered a while under the bridge, a wooden culvert, but Robert, the oldest, insisted that they push on thru the blinding storm for their homes. In the darkness they stumbled in, and by degrees their parents thawed them out, bathed their frozen hands, noses, ears and cheeks, while the boys cried in pain. “My brothers and I could not walk thru the deep snow in the road, so we took down the rows of corn stalks to keep from losing ourselves ’till we reached our pasture fence. Walter was too short to wade the deep snow in the field, so Henry and I dragged him over the top. For nearly a mile we followed the fence ’till we reached the corral and pens. In the howling storm, we could hear the pigs squeal as they were freezing in the mud and snow. Sister Ida had opened the gate and let the cows in from the field to the sheds, just as the cold wind struck and froze her skirts stiff around her like hoops. The barn and stables were drifted over when we reached there. The roaring wind and stifling snow blinded us so that we had to feel thru the yard to the door of our house. “The lamp was lighted. Mother was walking the floor, wringing her hands and calling for her boys. Pa was shaking the ice and snow from his coat and boots. He had gone out to meet us but was forced back by the storm. We stayed in the house all that night. It was so cold that many people froze.” Although most of the information that was collected or the stories that were told were in South Dakota, Nebraska, North Dakota the temperatures took

The character in “Stopping by Woods in a Snowy Evening” is a very old fashioned person because he is with a horse and rides his horse through the woods. “My little horse must think it queer. To stop without a farmhouse near - Between the woods and frozen lake” shows how even his horse is surprised to be stopping in the middle of the woods where there is no livelihood. It is very unusual even for the horse to stop at this hour of the night because they should be trying to get home as soon as possible since it is already dark. “He gives his harness bells a shake. To ask if there is some mistake.” express how the horse is also very attentive about what is going on around him and his master’s unusual behavior. The horse tries to confirm with the character whether or not they have stopped in the right place.

He waited until the night’s 11th hour. By now the Princess rested in the highest tower of the castle, locked away from the dangerous world, yet so oblivious to the dangers that which fated the rest of her life. Silently the peasant journeyed outside, where he stopped at the wall of the tower where she lay. He watched her in the darkness from below, lifting his face to her, letting the light rest on his every surface of darkness. The night was cloudless. The winds wailed between the motionless oak trees as its thin branches clawed out, ever so slightly disturbing the leaves with its hostile screeches. Not the thick moss of the trees nor the damp leaves squirming in his toes could distract the peasant from so enticing a scent. All that encircled him was the sweetness of lavender and rosewood, filling his entire being as he sunk into the grass, like sand washed over by the water, with every breeze passing

“I climbed through woods in the hour before dawn dark Evil air, a frost making stillness.” ( )These lines describe the Image of a early sunrise when atmosphere is still chilly, bringing out the the stillness and quiet. These lines also show how the narrator passed through the the woods with difficulty in spite of the dark chilly atmosphere and the stillness that is seen. Initially the narrator seems to be having a difficult time passing through woods.

On we hiked towards the cloud cover, passing by crystal clear ponds and fields of snow, left over from the winter before. As we gained elevation the temperature dropped and a wind came up out of the south, forcing us to stop after a few minutes to put on our extra jackets. We did our best to stick to the center of the ridge from that point onwards. If it hadn’t been as wide, we would have had to turn back for fear of being blown off the edge. The worsening conditions made continuing difficult, but we did so nevertheless.

Saying goodbye to the clan leader, Dondorian was one of the hardest things Moira had ever done. Her large amber eyes glistened with the strain of the moment, for it had the feel of forever to it. He was a savior, a father, a friend. It was he that set her free as a young slave. And he who invited her into his wagon as a child of his own. It was he that wrapped her in a hug that communicated more to her then he would ever voice. "We adapt, survive, maintain, circle through, but we come home. Remember that, Dreamdancer, and come home."

     In the next four lines, the speaker goes on to express the isolation of the woods and on the winter solstice, or “the darkest evening of the year”. The speaker lays the responsibility of saying that it is strange to be her on his little horse who “must think it queer”. The speaker is in isolation in the growing dark, yet he stops and stays in the lonely woods. The line, “between the woods and frozen lake” gives a sense of being trapped and having no escape. He is ensnared between the ever growing foreboding of the woods and an icy expanse that could prove deadly. Also, throughout history, the winter solstice has been a night of superstitions, of fear and loathing. It seems strange that with all of this, the man still desires to be alone in a dark wood when he has a long way to travel yet before he gets home. In a way, the speaker is intentionally isolating himself from society.

It was a dark cold night. The leafs were blowing through the wind. The horse rode into the town through the creepy forest.

It was a wild night on the Ohio River, and now he rode on into the night the blackness for so long. The wind buffeted him as all heaven burst open and rain came down torrentially , onto him, onto his horse, onto the letter. It was a dark and stormy night indeed. He rode on into

I struggle each step, four weeks I have walked, and the cold drenching flood of exhaustion hangs at my heels. The crow urges me on and onwards I go. Sometimes I stumble, and sometimes I fall, and the crow calls again and I raise. I refuse to die like this, I will not fall to the weary. I will not die from the frigid cold. Only by blade will I accept death, and so, I continue. Over mountains I tread, my beard growing long bushy and white, shielding my wrinkled skin from the elements. Bounding over ice-frozen streams with walking stick in hand. Soon, the land loses it’s green, and becomes painted in only black ice and grey stone. The chill of the winter changes in feeling. Not only was my body cold, but this dark land chilled the very essence of my soul. The ice loses it’s reflection and instead shows the bones of the damned. Lost bodies entrapped to frost prisoners of their fate. Their skulls empty of emotion aside from the layers of preserved flesh in the snow. Yet, I continue on. I know well that I may be among these bones soon. Be it either the shadow giant, or one of its beasts. I cross over a frejold of black muck once had been snow. It clasps at my wolf-fur boots as though it desires a great hunger, and with each tearing step forward I grow

The man from snowy river is a very descriptive poem about a very precious horse that joins the wild bush horses. The owner puts a hefty reward for its capture and all the riders around prepare to pursue the valuable horse. The riders cut the horse from the mob and the horse goes into rough terrain. The bush defeats all but the ‘man from snowy river’. His experience and courage drives him to go everywhere man and horse could go.

A shiver with every step The stench of sweat from all the bodies Men cramped together struggling to survive The mouth is dry, need a drink to quench Halt! Tempted by the haunting snow To sleep… To move is better

In “Dust of Snow,” it clarifies a man walking through a forest deciding to kill himself. While he had been walking, he saw a crow which shows death and fear. He thought of something at first when he saw a hemlock tree, a hemlock tree that are which poisonous. However, he had felt a weird change in his heart to convince him that he shouldn’t kill himself. From then on, the man chose to live from that day on. Though there is a theme, think through first, don’t just go right ahead. As for “Stopping in the Woods on a Snowy Evening,” it explains a man wanting to stop and rest, however, he chose to stay on task. The man was riding his horse through the woods and had stopped. He hopped off the horse and thought about having to stay in the woods for

     During his fateful journey, the Man is given warnings first-hand of the extreme cold and of the consequences of his actions. The first is when he spits on the snow:

The wind was picking up, swirling the fallen snow in every direction, further compromising visibility. He sensed they'd made it out of the lake when he began hitting slight, uneven bumps. In the haste to get away, they'd lost the path they came on. Had he known the conditions were going to worsen after the respite they thought was going to last, he wouldn't have made them come. Now he was going to lose a good young man.