Dracula, Bram Stoker
1. Through the darkness I could see a sort of patch of grey light ahead of us, as though there were a
2. cleft in the hills. The excitement of the passengers grew greater; the crazy coach rocked on its great
3. leather springs, and swayed like a boat tossed on a stormy sea. Then the mountains seemed to come
4. nearer to us on each side and to frown down upon us; we were entering on the Borgo Pass. One by
5. one several of the passengers offered me gifts, which they pressed upon me with an earnestness
6. which would take no denial; these were certainly of an odd and varied kind, but each was given in
7. simple good faith, with a kindly word, and a blessing, and that strange mixture of fear-meaning
8. movements which I had seen outside the hotel at Bistritz — the sign of the cross and the guard
9. against the evil eye.
10. ...The driver leaned forward, and on each side the passengers, craning over the edge of the coach,
11. peered eagerly into the darkness. It was evident that something very exciting was either happening
12. or expected, but though I asked each passenger, no one would give me the slightest explanation.
13. At last we saw before us the Pass opening out on the eastern side. There were dark, rolling clouds
14. overhead, and in the air the heavy, oppressive sense of thunder. I was
16. now myself looking out for the conveyance which was to take me to the Count. Each moment I
17. expected to see the glare of lamps through the blackness; but all was dark. The only light was the
18. flickering rays of our own lamps, in which the steam from our hard-driven horses rose in a white
19. cloud. We could see now the sandy road lying white before us, but there was on it no sign of a
20. vehicle. The passengers drew back with a sigh of gladness, which seemed to mock my own
22. The driver, looking at his watch, said to the others something which I could hardly hear... Then turning to
24. me, he spoke in German worse than my own. "There is no carriage here. The Herr is not expected
25. after all. He will now come on to Bukovina, and return tomorrow or the next day, better the next
26. day." Whilst he was speaking the horses began to neigh and snort and plunge wildly, so that the
27. driver had to hold them up.
28. ...Then, amongst a chorus of screams from the peasants and a universal crossing of themselves, a
29. calèche, with four horses, drove up behind us, overtook us, and drew up beside the coach. I could
30, see from the flash of our lamps, as the rays fell on them, that the horses were coal-black and
31. splendid animals. They were driven by a tall man, with a long brown beard and a great black hat,
32. which seemed to hide his face from us. I could only see the gleam of a pair of very bright eyes, which
33. seemed red in the lamplight, as he turned to us. He said to the driver:— “You are early to-night, my
34. friend.” The man stammered in reply:--“The English Herr was in a hurry,” to which the stranger
35. replied: “That is why, I suppose, you wished him to go on to Bukovina. You cannot deceive me, my
36. friend; I know too much, and my horses are swift.” As he spoke he smiled, and the lamplight fell on a
37. hard-looking mouth, with very red lips and sharp-looking teeth, as white as ivory.
38. One of my companions whispered to another the line from Burger’s “Lenore”:— “Denn die Todten
39. reiten schnell”—(“For the dead travel fast.”)
40. The strange driver evidently heard the words, for he looked up with a gleaming smile. The
41. passenger turned his face away, at the same time putting out his two fingers and crossing himself.
42. “Give me the Herr’s luggage,” said the driver; and with exceeding alacrity my bags were handed out
43. and put in the calèche. Then I descended from the side of the coach, as the calèche was close
44. alongside, the driver helping me with a hand which caught my arm in a grip of steel; his strength
45. must have been prodigious. Without a word he shook his reins, the horses turned, and we swept
46. into the darkness of the Pass. As I looked back I saw the steam from the horses of the coach by the
47. light of the lamps, and projected against it the figures of my late companions crossing themselves....
48. I felt a little strangely, and not a little frightened. I think had there been any alternative I should
49. have taken it, instead of prosecuting that unknown night journey. The carriage went at a hard pace
50. straight along, then we made a complete turn and went along another straight road. It seemed to
51. me that we were simply going over and over the same ground again, and so I took note of some
52. salient point, and found that this was so.
53. ...As I was curious to know how time was passing, I struck a match, and by its flame looked at my
54. watch. It was within a few minutes of midnight. This gave me a sort of shock... I waited with a sick
55. feeling of suspense...
Stoker, Bram. "Chapter 1, Jonathan Harker’s Journal." Dracula. New York: Grosset & Dunlap, 1897. 1-13. Gutenberg.org. 16 Aug. 2013. Web. 19 Apr. 2016.
The second driver's statement in lines 35-36 ("That is why... my horses are swift") MOST strongly implies that