*Quote:* A huntsman came on us in the middle of the dense woods. He asked us who we were. We told him that we had left the Hermannstadt district because our faith was not tolerated there. He said, You're in a sorry plight and no mistake! You're like a bird flying into the net. We gave him a drink of brandy and asked him to keep quiet about us and not betray our whereabouts. For a long time he kept refusing and would neither accept the brandy nor promise to remain silent. He said he was bound by oath to tell his lord whenever he met such people in the woods. When we kept on offering him a drink, he finally took one, then went off through the wood, shouting and calling as if other huntsmen were near, but no one answered. The ground began to rise sharply, and often the only way was to clamber up on hands and feet. Each of us had to scramble up as best he could, so as not to be left behind. In some places it was hard work to bring the laden horses up the steep slopes. The climb went on all night. Every reader can imagine how difficult and exhausting it was, with little children on our backs, with young, old, and weak, all struggling up the high mountainside in the dark of night. All did their utmost, using their last drop of energy without sparing themselves.