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D. Litt.D. LL. Harvard University i THE GERMAN PUBLICATION SOCIETY NEW YORK . Assistant Professor of A.a^. German. Harvard University Assistant Editor-in-Chief WILLIAM GUILD HOWARD.T.. and Professor of the History of German Culture Curator of the Germanic Museum..M. Ph.D.3< OF CJ)e r^inetcentf) anD Ctuentjctf) Centtirie0 Masterpieces of German Literature TRANSLATED INTO ENGLISH Editor-in-Chief KUNO FRANCKE.

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. Instructor in English. Forest Home. of Hebmanx J. New The Life of Ludwig Anzungruber.CONTRIBUTORS AND TRANSLATORS VOLUME XVI Special Writers Chables Whabtox Stobk. Professor University of Nebraska: Languages and Literatures.D. sylvania : Ph. Associate Professor of German at the University of California: The Life Karl SchOnherr.M.. Hunter College. Skixneb: The Forest Schoolmaster. Ph. of Gi-rmunie Laurence Fosslek.D. Translators Chables Whabtox Stobk. A. Instructor in Englisli. Associate Professor York : German. Laubence Fossler. .: Faith and Fireside. Feaxces E.. Hunter College. of Adolf Busse. University of Penn- The Master of Palmyra. University of Penn- The Life of Adolf Wilbrandt." Edmund vox Macii..D. Ph. A.M. Professor University of Nebraska: Selections from " of Germanic Languages and Literatures. Webeb.D.D. sylvania : Ph. The Life of Peter Rosegger.. New Tlie Farmer Forsworn... Ph. of Adolf Busse.D. Ph. Associate Professor York: German.

By Charles Wharton Stork The Master of Palmyra. Translated by By Hermann J. 203 335 Karl Schonherr Tlie Life of Karl Schonherr. 189 Translated by Frances E. Skinner " Selections from Forest Home. Weber Edmund von Mach 410 417 . By Adolf Busse 100 112 The Farmer Forsworn. Faith and Fireside. By Laurence Fossler . Translated by Adolf Busse Peter Rosegger The Tlie Fife of Peter Rosegger." Translated by Laurence Fossler Forest Schoolmaster. Translated by Charles Wharton Stork page 1 10 Ludwig Anzengruber 'Ite Life of Ludwig Anzengruber.CONTENTS OF VOLUME XVI Adolf Wilbrandt The Lifo of Adolf Wilbrandt.

By Gabriel Max Ludwig Anzengruber. By Franz Defregger 46 66 86 102 110 114 134 154 174 1 Peter Rosegger Rosegger's Birthplace and Villa at Krieglach 5M) Sunday Peace. Frontispiece 6 16 The Race for Happiness. By Franz Defregger Beggar Musicians. By Wilhelm Leibl A Fanner Huntsman. 200 230 250 270 20P 320 350 380 412 422 436 446 456 By Willu-lm Leibl Village Politicians.ILLUSTRATIONS —VOLUME XVI By Franz Defregger Adolf Wilbrandt. By Wilhelm Leibl A Poacher. By Wilhelm Leibl Religious Instruction. By Gabriel Max Meditation. By Franz von Lenbaeh The Train of Death. Bv Wilhelm Leibl 470 . By Hans Thoma By Hans Tlioma The Village Violinist. By Hans Thoma Dancing Children. By Wilhelm Leibl The Huntsman. By Wilhelm Leibl Peasant Women in Church. By Franz Defregger The Brothers. By Rudolph Henneberg Mary Magdalen. By Wilhelm Leibl Karl Sclionherr Peasant Hunter at an Inn. By Franz Defregger Return of the Victors. By Gustav Spangenberg Interior of a Tirolese Farmhouse. By George-Mayer Anzengruber Monumint at Vienna The New Pipe. By Hans Thoma An Ill-Matched Couple. The Newspaper Reader.


whose Master of Palmyra opens this volume. That these writers. and Thoma. show a close affinity to such painters as Defregger. KuNo Francke. was a writer of an entirely different stamp. His by the fact that his management Burg Theatre has formed an epoch in the The kinship of his art history of the Austrian stage. in the main. and Sclionherr. with that of painters like Henneberg and Spangenberg is is justified inclusion here of the Vienna apparent. Leibl. to three of the most AnzenAustrian dramatists and novelists is : prominent gruber. Rosegger. writers connected with each other through their intimate knowledge and loving portrayal of popular life. as a group. . some of whose works are here reproduced for illustration. Adolf Wilbrandt.EDITOR'S NOTE This volume devoted. seems obvious.


Instructor in English.ADOLF WILBRANDT* By Charles Wharton Stork. and the son acquired early an unquenchable passion for knowledge. the young man was not destined to remain in a fugitive and cloistered virtue. his favorite author. and of reproducing their These with renewed vitality.D. Plato. both elements are united. too. and again. 1837. X^^— 1 . In Faust. Professor Robert Wilbrandt. with his Ipldgenie and Roman Elegies on the one hand. At the age of twenty-one he became a Doctor of father was a professor Philosophy. Vol. of course. Then we have Morike writing Erinna to Sappho in a thoroughly Grecian spirit. These are first. and the list might be continued indefinitely. his favorite subjects being history. for his assistance in preparing it. the the Greek and Latin classics. of the University of Tlibingen. at Rostock. Of himself he writes: "From * The writer of this bioofraphical sketch wishes to thank Wilbrandt's son. fig-ures qualities often exist together in the same author. In the past generation few writers have cultivated both of these qualities with more ardor than has Adolf Wilbrandt. in another mood giving us the song of a German peasant girl. an unusual closeness to : the life of the people. his Wilhelni Meisfer and his Ballads on the other. Ph. Wilbrandt was born August 24. languages. and metaphysics. His of philology in the university there. But art. power of assimilating and second. a picturesque town in Mecklenburg by the Baltic Sea. University of Pennsylvania EBMAN literature of the nineteenth cen- tury has two principal characteristics. notably in Goethe. The drtmiatist Grillparzer achieved nearly equal success with classic legend and with Austrian history.

The best of these is probably The Painters. . besides plays of Calderon and Shakespeare. with its tomboy heroine who wishes to forget her sex and live among the artists as a " good fellow. In general this form of drama seems today creative writing with a attempt to infuse modern feeling into though in Wilbrandt 's case this fault is partly redeemed by great smoothness and beauty of style. Wilbrandt resolved henceforth to live in art." and he at once put his resolution into effect by a long sojourn in Italy with Heyse.2 THE GERMAN CLASSICS patriotism I became a journalist." In 1859 Wilbrandt undertook the varied and exacting duties of newspaper work. where he became intimately associated with an artistic circle. His next serious work consisted of several classic plays on subjects from Roman history. Wilbrandt returned to Munich in 1872 and there resumed number of light comedies on contemporary society and artist life. At the time. Heyse and Franz von But eager though he was at first. until the dramatist should have mastered his craft and fully recovered his health. But the enthusiast had overtaxed his powers." He thereupon made his debut in literature by an excellent book on the dramatist Heinrich von Kleist. Following this came his novel Spirits and Mortals." However. He was wearied by "the eternal monotony of eternal change. and suffered in conIn his convalescence sequence a nervous breakdown. these comedies were written merely as a relief. the incipient men as Paul poet eventually found out that journalism did not suit him. from natural impulse a poet. Wilbrandt was no doubt turned in this direction by having to adapt for the modern stage a number of Greek tragedies. "the realm of eternal things. His liojne was then at Munich. The most interesting of his original tragedies was Arria and Messalina. and its rather artificial in historic personages. Lenbach. a melodramatic work. including such Lenbach. the author achieved an immediate success. and other artistic friends. full of ill-regulated genius.

is united with a sense of dignity and high intellectual power. his scholar. In 1887 he given personal nobility by resigned his position at Vienna. for few men have so agreeably impressed their personality upon those who knew them. All of these characteristics are apparent in the portrait by Lenbach one of his best painted when — — The forehead is high and poet was twenty-eight. his personal friends. It would be impossible in this brief article to give any adequate idea of Wilbrandt's chief publications. greatest In 1884 he was decorated and the king of Bavaria. after a most successful German theatrical world. to write more at leisure in his native town of " " During his connection with the Burg Theatre Wilbrandt had married Auguste Baudius. In the following years he produced his most mature and lasting work. the eyes remarkably deep and lustrous. M. directorship. If this view be accepted. Besides plays he wrote a score of excellent novels. he dieil in the midst of new plans and enterprises. Vienna. criticisms of Holderlin and Renter. both in the man and in his works. Professor R. But this charm. The Master of Palmyra. on June 14. Richard Voss gives us the following personal description: "At the very outset I had the feeling as if I were speaking with a sage of ancient the Greece . to which was prefaced a letter of Chancellor Von Biilow. Four years later. My love . several volumes numerous political articles. Rostock. majestic. a celebrated Austrian actress. 1911. On his seventieth birthday a number of noted authors. compiled a volume in his honor. Meyer thinks that the chief quality of Wilbrandt 's works is that of charm.ADOLF WILBRANDT from then on until tlie 3 end of his life he continued to write with unremitting vigor. and a fair amount of lyric poetry. the charm has surely come of right. the features classically delicate. notably his greatest play. In 1881 Wilbrandt was made director of the "Burg honors in the one of the Theatre " at of short stories. I felt myself at once a youth. which appeared in 1889.

Wilbrandt is an idealist. On the other hand he was a student of his native province and country. The personality of the man has been dwelt upon somewhat at length because only thus can we form an idea of his writings. . In for presence my heart was quieted and made happy At the same time I enjoyed first time in a long while. . . full of light. a lifelong lover of trials. the soft wavy hair was hardly gray. presence as one enjoys looking at a work of art. As an especial admirer of Plato. The master life — griefs and — in brief a man happy its fitted into the world of ancient beauty that surrounded him. fellow-citizens of One of Wilbrandt 's Rostock adds an account of the poet at ' ' home. Enough has been said to indicate how truly a Hellene was Wilbrandt. . Prince It Von in his Biilow goes so far as to say that the fundamental note work is a strong and faithful love for his German home and for the German people. heavy with thought. . took away an impression never to be forgotten of the * ' beauty which pervaded it.\ 4 THE GERMAN CLASSICS him and he listened." To this we need only add that he was a most generous and inspiring friend. long rows of his beloved books . as well as its joys and triumphs. Casts after the wonderful reproductions of Michelangelo from the antique. cause he could never grow old. the melody of his voice — splendid representation of manhood. Sistine Chapel. in every in himself and human was said of him that he died young berelationship. he always supports his theories by an adequate and sjTiipathetic knowledge of human nature. fiery eyes shone in the gloriously modeled poet's spirit of classic . but as he was also deeply rooted in his native soil. and more particularly of The Master of Palmyra. His liim toward his grew as I spoke to — the his spiritual brow. and then the master himself. . which looked penetratingly into one's soul. . a thorough loyal Mecklenburger and a most patriotic German. Whoever had the privilege of entering his livingroom. his earnest eyes. countenance. . With unaltered youth the dark. the he was a charm of his smile..

suous realism in the painting of the '* Makart period. of Swiss medieval {The Conspirators). but is also the natural leader of the world toward the future ideals of is the race. Among the unity. Meyer. compact and finished. Wilbrandt nearly always overcomes the dangers of a "thought-novel" by incorporating his idea into a living character. as Professor Meyer says. Besides the setting in Wilbrandt 's plays modem comedies and the Roman tragedies already mentioned. is exceptionally lucid. His people are real." — best of his novels not already mentioned are The Rothenhurgers and Franz. In them he often combats exaggerated modern For example. of the Nibelungen story (Kriemhild). verse. exemplifying the hope. in which he celebrates the character of his native land. Wilbrandt 's novels are nearly all set in contemporary Germany. His dominant interest is intellectual rather than emotional. morality. he has plays. and finally He is notably tolerant and optimistic. education of his characters by each other and by life. but. of renaissance and modern Italy {Giordano Bruno and Assunta Leoni). In all cases history . The range of subject and is much wider." in Easter Island he explodes a Utopia planned on the ideals He has a peculiar gift of describing the of Nietzsche. for instance. Again ** to quote Dr.ADOLF WILBRANDT 5 In general we may say that "VVilbrandt's novels and comedies are German in character. as he puts it. The summary of a given plot is therefore likely to impress the unfamiliar reader as colorless and abstract. both in prose and as a rule very individual. but not His style. intellectuality. {Robert Kerr). and the tragedies Greek." healthy humor and exquisite good taste cause him to avoid mawkishness on A the one side and crude realism on the other. he combines passionate earnestness of soul with magical grace of form. man He believes that of modern men the Gernot only the simplest and most normal. of winning men "to to beauty. activity. of England in the time of James I. in Hermann Ifinger he attacks sennotions.

The play presents two worlds. and this is perhaps a reason why. and this is not because the style is involved or obscure. only one of his serious plays stage. holds the are The richest and most beautiful of the plays to read Timandra and Hairan. namely. the welcomeness of death after we have lived our natural lives." if liis vigor of mind and body be preserved. and its chief distinction is the clearness with which we are made to see into the latter through the former. The difficulty of appreciation arises from the fact that the dramatic interest of the parts may draw our attention from the deep central motive of the whole. he desires to live forever. and the phiy develops as a struggle between the hero's love of life and tlie wisdom of our mortal destiny. declares that Master. in them renews himself. but it is a thought-play that will act. and on one point all critics is * ' ' ' acted today on the best stages of Germany. a material and a spiritual. and the consequent folly : beyond our generation. — them. the latter reverently depicting a Syrian prophet so similar to Christ that its production was forbidden by an over-zealous censor. who lives in otliei'S. that The Master not only his masterpiece but is one of the of Palmyra best plays of its generation in German literature. despite the refinement of the author's drastill matic technique. After surviving all his friends and kindred Apelles learns that of wishing to live " He only truly Who grows in lives. This wish is miraculously granted. .G THE GEEMAN CLASSICS "Wilbrandt is more interested in the "soul problems" involved than in the mere action. the former centering around the death of Socrates. the a young architect and warrior. Apelles. Its full meaning and beauty can only be perceived by a careful and is sympathetic reading. The dominant idea of the drama is one of universal truth and significance namely. but are clear. Some doubt exists as to whether on the whole Adolf Wilbrandt is greater as a novelist or as a playwright. It is a thought-play.

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" Care-Releaser. While the soul of Apelles persists in one body. he is accompanied by another spirit. then let it strive not toward The teeming ocean of eternity. while hero proceeds seemingly unaltered. By means of this second soul Apelles learns that the stage the part The vital spirit leaps from form to form. a humble benefactress of the poor. finally Zenobia. He once said he had . then the youth Njinphas. his mistress. his wife. and in each demands of Apelles whether he still desires to live forever. unconnected dramatically save by the in the triumphant performance of the feat. and nothing is more charming identity which runs through the changing characters. Can hold but that. The Master of Palmyra is carefully proportioned. Between these are four episodes in the life of the hero. NaiTow is man's existence. then Phoebe. and nearly the whole of Act V the epilogue. his grandson. this more volatile essence passes through five separate personalities. always appearing in a different form. Wilbrandt's passionate love of life. Which only God can fill. a Roman girl. consisting of four minor plays. In each act of the play. The first four scenes of Act I compose the prologue. Apelles. " Master " The more feminine soul that accompanies the is first Zoe. the appears at the end of each as the harbinger of death. a character in which we easily We have alluded to detect traits of Wilbrandt himself. a Christian enthusiast." w^ho mystical figure of Pausanias. One might well doubt whether a play could successfully The answer lies be built on such a philosophic theme.ADOLF WILBRANDT 7 Parallel with this thought is the Hindu belief in the the transmigration of souls. is taken throughout by the same On than the delicate actress. The success of the w^hole is founded above all upon the moral elevation and spiritual consistency of the main character of the play. a prologue and an epilogue. then Persida. one shape only Mid thousands can it seize on and evolve.

the attitude of religious tolerance the bigot is made hateful. In . Of the companion soul which begins as Zoe no more need be said its changing loveliness is like that of a butterfly.iii(l in Thr Mnstrr in of " Palmyra city this is particularly true." is At the end of Act I we " Master's " religion. Observe. drink. philosophy: fiiiits: "On There the poison-tree of life clearly tliey are flavor in the cynicism of crusty Timolaus. But the mother with her patient solicitude. jest and follow. 'I'iie setting the queen " of the desert prepares the rentier for a . . Tlic poetry is rather one of thought tlian of imagery. ing. and Longinus with his .8 THE GERMAN CLASSICS been so richly blessed with happiness that he would not complain even if the heaviest grief came upon him. tind Septimius is a masterly bit of subtle sketch- wisdom and is friendship" — how fine grow two good indicated! a Besides this. whether he be pagan or Christian. I would defy it. the action lx»ing too rapid to aUow nuich l)ackgr()Uii(l. was *' himself a true poem. And throughout the play there is a spirit of earnestness and nobility in tlie hero which could only be sustained by a man who. eat. beginning (juietly and rising iiii[)ercei»1 iMy U) a climax. The poet's love of teaching is shown in the scene with NjTnphas. Wilbrandt himself bepart of the lieved that the cultivation of art and science was a moral duty of the see that the love of beauty a modem : man. with howling madness and with grief. each episode is dramatically effective. But Wilbrandt truth of the the philosopher saw in the end the deeper " I was old Greek epitaph: naught.ill of his works W'illjrandt rather creates a new. Do thou who livest. idcil life tlian imitates the life alxtut him. hold it. Note the words of Apelles Though : life a hundred times with rage and hate Should come." The other characters also are full of interest. so much a part of its motion that it cannot be analyzed. in the words of Milton. cling unto it. too. am naught.

It is hardly being too bold to say that since Faust. . the days when the Roman Empire was fluctuating between Christianity and As the ancient gods. The Master of Palmyra is the greatest imaginative play in German literature. is sufficiently remote and alluring. but he surpassed his predecessors in breadth of design and consistency of detail.ADOLF WILBRANDT romantic development. too. 9 The time. models the poet had the fanciful plays of Raimund and Grillparzer. and such works of Hebbel as Gyges and his Ring.

leader of the Christian community in Palmyra Xymphas. soldiers. a prophetess SliAVE OF I5oI^v^A A Woman Priests. mother of Apelles ZoE. daughter of Persida Zenobia. a Christian enthusiast Phoebe. a Christian.ADOLF WILBRANDT THE MASTER OF PALMYRA A " Dramatic Poem in Five Acts DRAMATIS PERSONiE Master of Palmyra Apelles. a " Roman -. an insurgent against the Christian rule Agrippa.uxat Septimius M. son of Jarchai Maeomus. grandson of Apelles Sabbaeus. his friend Pausanxas. an old man 1 The First Citizen is aftertcard known as First Citizen of Palmyra Jabciiai Second Citizen of Palmyra J Sla\'e of Apeules An Old Man A Blind Man A Voice BoLtVNA. [10] . general TiMOLAUS Julius Aurelius Vaiib. sister of Uercnnianus Tryphena. a Roman girl Persida. male and female slaves Place: In or near Palmyra. son of I'Xoble citizens of J Palmyra Longinus Heeennianus. a symbolic figure PLrBLius SATUii-M-NUS. people of all classes. the Lord of Dcnth.vuku Jamblicus. the LoNcrxus. Time of the Roman Empire before and after- Constantine. citizen of Palmyra.

no spring. a veil or kerchief round her She walks languidly as if exhausted. My limbs are faint. before which a rough slab of background is rock arranged as a resting-place. [Sits ! yet — Here I'll rest. except the eagles circle noiseless in the sea-blue air As if they sailed to distant shores unseen. Scene I face. heavenly spirits ! — — Should such be passing o'er this desert sea Be near me. PH. Looks dully about. nor behold Palmyra. ZOE enters left. No weariness weighs down. in simple white costume. — No tree. Make strong my heart and guide me on my way. I've lost else my way. [11] — . And And Do I with the burning glare of yellow sand steely heavens mine eyes grow dim. the I Complete desolation. ZoE. naught But dreary solitude. University of Tennsylvanla. down on all is still.THE MASTER OF PALMYRA (1889) TRANSLATED BY CHARLES WHARTON STORK. Instructor In English. Like mighty beings whom no thirst consumes.'\ soundless desert Each That living thing thy waves are sleeping. the bench of rock. ACT In the desert near Palmyra. low yellow cliffs shut in and make a sort of cave. waft me coolness with your wings.D.

Not told you so? {Raising her voice. are we there? Woman. and so does this man here. Where art thou? Blind JVIan {coughing). she bows d-eeply toward the cliff. Zoe {gazing about AVhat. you. ! Zoe {smiling incredulously) .n {coughing. Old Man. in astonishment) . sick left. the Black Spirit whom we hate.12 THE GERMAN Woman walking painfully. Seldom he shows himself. ah come. in Come . but a mighty spirit. both ill-clad. {Yet more softly. Woman Blind {pushing the blind man). enter The Woman leads the Old Man. What. Then too. The Lord of Life.) The Lord of Death. forth. You too must bow. mid these rocks? Woman {more confidentially). a weak voice). Woman {somewhat impatiently). Whom do ye Have I Come call? Woman {looking distrustfully at Zoe). And if he will not. you would hardly ask. CLxiSSICS A and a blind and feeble Old Man. HeiTQits inliabit the Egyptian desert Amid the rocks.) Yet do the wisest i^eople of Palmyra Think him no mortal. we must needs go back. Lord. who coughs time to time. ^L\. then with arms crossed pale. The aged hermit here. {More softly. Were you no stranger. ah come! ZoE {in surprise). Come.) oh Cavern-Dweller. The Woman carries some half-withered flowers feebly from which she lays on the ground ndCir the bench. You deem so? Call him. alas instead of him may come The other.

so old and blind? {coughing). that we may live. you crave not for relief From this your great distress and tribulation? Woman. ! Old Man Perish as your fate ordains. host. My suffering : ! My sore disease ! The doctors say But I There 's nothing that can help have crawled here painfully And slowly. oh Lord. to foot. And death Is dreadful. that he Lets it molder in such rotten. I see. Brittle and corrupted vessels? . What would you "Who fight for here ? While all Palmyra else Is thinking only of her warrior band. Pausanias. Well. thou seest it Pausanias. Submit. with crossed arms. almost dying on the way. hows again deeply. and you. And yet.THE MASTER OF PALMYRA Woman.] [She Appear! oh Lord of Life. 13 He's chirping like a cricket. Think you that the Lord of Being Is so la\dsh of the holv Precious gift of life. Woman you against the Persian What seek you for yourselves? {bending even more deeply). You still would live. I am sick. Give but a remedy. you. some blessing. Fools ye none the less must perish. II the cliff. Pausanias {to the Old Man). to us poor mortals. oh give Some remedy. some enchantment So that I die not. as out of a cleft. Great Lord. oh strange and miserable creature. One yet would gladly live. SCEXE PAUSAN7AS steps suddenly from behind pale. — Woman. Pausanias. He is shrouded in black from head Pausanias.

Pausanias. That is hard! To some lucky man or other new may bud and burgeon — Life inmiortal may be given. What . Woman. we must must perish! Yes.14 THE GERMAN CLASSICS Know. One. the withered leaf must fall ! That the And yet they say Blind ALvN. shall attain Only one by God's high pleasure. Blind ]\Ian. On — Withered leaves. No. trembling) Death it was that spoke with us.) not you. where is he! Lord. Alas! Blind Man. ' Woman. But {To the Old 'tis ]\Lvn. What. nor you. and you. he. when comes he? Pausanias. suddenly cries out). hither? Hither. I did scan him. Pausaxias {sternli/). Pausanl\s. is't? The Lord of {whispers. Might / rule. / Woman. me must perish Pausanias {commandingly) To Palmyra! We — to the heart! Get ye back . and I knew him With his pale eyes coldly gazing How he pierced . E'en today. Lord. would you not Go! fall? Woman Woman {staring at him. Woman. am here. We We must fall then. No one else may gain this goal. Young men in their bloom. 'tis perish. however. 'twould fall to it : no man. Be off! — So many the battle-field today Died in combat with the Persians. .

steps . Thou wanderest from Damascus through desert. Pausanias.] Scene III Pausanias. Mightier he than thou. Ask him! Who is he? Pausanias. seeking. Pitiable slavish creatures. with proud or spiritless but tmst me. thou so young a maiden. Nav. we're going. Yes. the rock there steps. a noble-looking Old white hair but with a fresh youthful countenance. coughing). left. not Pausaxl\s. tvho bows reverently before him. fear'st not death? Not I. forward. So vaunt A many. AMiat. [The two. slink out. hand in hand. all. Well said. Pausanias. advances toward Zoe. ivith mild and friendly mien. Dust-born children of mankind! ZoE (who Like to limpets of the ocean Fastened on a slippery rock. Thou ZoE. 'Tis light to say what scarce can be made good. ZoE.THE MASTER OF PALMYEA Old 15 Max {trembling. quietly). From behind Man. The wise man whom Palmvra's fools were [The Old Man. ae did Pausanias.] Old Man. but die not. . has risen and turned hack. clad in yellow of the color of the desert. So they cling to bare existence Suffer and endure. tvith- out looking hack. the What drives thee to Palmvra? .

The air breathes music. . A The Spirit drives thee? Thou hast Christian? Yes. Old Max. What Both hearts and stones Old i\LvN. If thou Pahnvra. the tidings of salvation. In mine ear 'tis day But night comes o'er mine eyes. ZoE.seest? ZoE. And what if God Should prophesy unto thee by my lips That thou today shalt stain with maiden blood Palmyra 's earth ? Should tell thee that thine eye Must needs be quenched in darkness ere the night. at Idm). Unto the heathen? Old K\x. said. ZoE. Old Man. — And yet day father. quietly). false dream Should 'st Should cheat thy credulous soul? thou sleep on And never waken? ZoE {staring AMierefore questionest thou My soul so deeply? Thou! who art thou. — briglit And dark. I wish to see I'll it. hate thee? life Thy tender they destroy with stones? God's will shall guide alike. ZoE.] ZoE. If Old Max. Thou To face these heathen? fear'st not What if if tliey should spurn And ZoK. hut with visibly wearied senses and ished. My soul is . Then some ere be in Paradise. Old Man.16 THE GERMAN CLASSICS I go ZoE {simply and God's decree. — the look of one gradually falling asleep. to preach Yes. then? Zoe listens aston\_Soft mysterious music. I dread.



Hail the Conqueror! Hail Apelles! Zoe.'] ZoE. Yet shalt thou behold a wonder. happened I? — Though I should wish to What to me ? Who it. Old Man. art thou ? tell thee. Silence Leave me Praise the gods ! ! ! ! ! Home Pausanias. Now they're calling. War-notes. eyes. head. Hail Apelles of Palmyra Aye. IVIan. Thou must perish — thou spirit. Hear 'st thou. Victors home-returning. ! He's coming! XVI—2 . but nearer). Hail the Conqueror! ' ' ! Old ]Man. and let thy spirit's portals Open! Let thy proudest wishes ! Fly forth boldly like to eagles! Voices {as before. [Trumpets and horns at some distance. Apelles of Palmyra Come. Hail the Conqueror Hail Apelles Apelles (behind the scenes). I must perish.] Old Zoe. first then a sivelling Zoe listens.THE MASTER OF PALMYRA 17 [Sinks back on the stone bench. a short note like a signal. born to die — ZoE {repeating as in a dream). maiden ? Horns are sounding. ]\Iany Voices [behind the scenes). Pausanias. Thou could 'st never understand Or thy spirit comprehend. in such a way that Pausanias is standing at her head and She closes her the Old LIan at her feet. Pausanl^s. *' Pausanias. slightly raising her fanfare. Vol. but ivith her eyes more and more tightly closed. Old ]\iAN.

Apelles in the prime of manhood. "Well. {To ZoE. I'd like to prove it.) friend. nor him. A 0' the silly rabble! superstition Apelles. Longinus. Apelles. 'Tis a dreary place. Apeli^es and Longinus enter right. {Smiliitg. Apelles (pointing to the stone bench). Longinus. ** Who can tellf You said Yourself that 'twas a miracle todav How mid the throng of foes death found me not. " The Cave Of Life " they call it.] Let his eye see no one here. with the Old Man and Pausanias motionless behind her to right and ceaaes. Longinus. Look back of you. left. You are immortal! " you did shout. LONGINUS still a youth.) And therefore fulfil I'd seek now if some god may not The saying of a man. You see yon naked block 1 'Tis said that he Who sleeps and dreams thereon shall never die. . LoNGiNus {looking around). man? The others wait for you.' {Gaily.18 THE GERMAN CLASSICS Let him come then! a yellow veil from his head and lays [Draws it over ZoE^s face. in armor. The music Apelles {as he enters). What's come o'er you. nor me ! SCEXE IV ZOE seems to sleep. This way. Old ^Ian. . let them go They know the roads that lead into Palnivra Without my help.) Neither thee.

) to lie down here — — [He approaches rious .] Apelles. But Apelles. I live in both. Stalwart and true. and they preserve for me The joy of being. think you? know life's burden. Apelles. Fortune ? Fortune ? Fortune did but hold The ladder which with panting steps I mounted. 19 on and on? — Now in youryou eye . Live ever.THE MASTER OF PALMYRA LoNGiNus. because for hardship I feel that I was formed. patient. mine. and strength of aiTQ are mine. And would then The glow^ of victory gleams the sunny goddess Of Fortune loves and showers on you her blessings. Are Work and Pleasure twins. If those black mice. LoNGiNus. The soft mystemusic sounds again. . of good cheer. But my watchmen. those twin friends of off. What was that? Do you hear music? LoNGiNus. To feel the joy of life and hold it fast! Which lures me {Smiling again. I — is she constant. Trouble and Sorrow come to vex mv state — I know they serve grim Death. I hear them gnaw still . each living only in the other. can fright the vermin So you would fain live ever! Ever — while This power of soul. I hear nothing. the bench. and Since bless the toil As I thereby am blest. even as sleep and waking Preserv^e the f oith of being. Slow. Apelles remains statiding in bewilderment.

i. And vet outside. if No. near. Yes? A Is force mysterious! — Before mv a giant arm naught but air. ])iil What's the matter? you hear it? 1 LoNiMNl/. you. I — yet it. THE GERMAN CLASSICS But still it Nothing? sounds. within there. Longinus LoNci. it — Why shrink or tarrv? do't.Ks. Tiiat strange (striKigling against a sensation of dread). and vet before my breast to hold me back. stands sudLoni^inus ! hound.S. nor far. That wiiich hinders. — siirht {Summoning Ids courage. Flying II olV liki- birds iiocfiirnal Kro their voice was und«'rstood.Ks. fain would warn Search thv will. and sec thou ask not What may ijrove to be thv banc I Ai'KU.) What art thou.E3. Ai'Ki. ? Yes. I've willed and Til as [Goes again denly still to the stone bench.20 APEIJ.h>i {after listoiing in astonisJnnoit and confusion).s'oi.Ks. Force unseen? ^Mly hinderest thou Mv Old Max PVom strength of body and mv manlv will here (h-manding of the gods my fate? {icitJiout moving).] LoNGiNus. nor near. with raised voice. hollow of T }»ut tlicy I'soiindt'd my cars.Li. AiT.i.M'S. Ap£1lj.Ncs. Lo. Ai'Ki. Yet / ln'aril Words In tile caught. so far iicard ii'itliiiig. il:! . thee. Is stretched Letting me not come near yon bench of stone. I Hark.

"Words Mere words I cannot grasp them. From Till thy spirit — (7s silent. Thou to all the sons of earth As a picture. If thou will'st it. Old Max. to my Good! 'Twill be as thou desirest.THE MASTER OF PALMYRA Old Max Apelles. I press the gift of life heart. Naught deters me no. So beware! I hear thee now. he holds thee to this earth. shalt win So the Almighty hath decreed. ZoE — {repeating. 21 Apelles of Palmyra! I called ! Old Max. For what tliou seekest. Waking without sleep of death — ! ! Hearing. Ye Powers Exalted! Masters over death and life. Thou. Clearly Have a care by name. Endless life may only be Endless time for vain repenting. A mighty Blessing cannot grow a curse. And Lord of Life has heard thee. . Ever. this blessing. bridelike. an example That shall preach the lore of death. scarce I comprehend. not even This thy threat. Thou shalt never find redemption. Give but certaintv that neither Soul nor body shall grow Aveary. as in a dream). Marked in forehead thou shalt wander. Clearer! Louder! From the distance the Old Max. grown a curse. For Apelles. And Old Max. But beware! am — Apelles. and thou alone. {as before). But thou warnst in vain.) . Clear the myster\^ of living. AVaking without sleep of death Apelles. Voice of one that warns unseen.

A mad dream. — FoIIoav solemnly).22 THE GERMAN CLASSICS Till thy spirit ZoE {as before). Fare you well then. Thou that givest life so lightly For tliy dream of joy celestial. LoNGiNus. In the name of the Almighty.) — Good. ! Ho! where are you? Hark. him ! Traveling on thy journey death-ward. I could not be sure. {ditto). {With a forced smile. " Go and live thou! " was the end. they're calling! Yes. Showing him the path of fate. Did you hear no voice? Stillness. Dark in silence is the end. {Smiling. You're dreaming. — — Apelles.] ZoE {dreaming).) We'll be off. rousing himself. wonder-cavern. To Palmyra Old Man {to Zoe. " Go and live thou! " 'twas repeated. ! — ! Apelles {after a pause). but doubtful. To a wondrous work I call thee. then. for thou shalt pattern T/ir<' eternal ever changing. Man. behind the scenes). None. Like a promise 'twas Hearing. indling Longinus with him. Come. friend Longinus ! it. Ser\^ant of the Eternal Will. let's go! AuEELius {calls. \^Exit left. Old Go and live thou Go and live thou Pausanias. I've heard and will obey To Palmyra. but not In this form. our friends. — Good Apelles Septimius LoxGiNus. — . " Go and live! " is now the word. Apelles. — Thou shalt come again.

Thou unknown and he unknowing. Go Pausanla-s. within here darkness. about her. lifting her hand to her forehead. 23 Eager spirit.) face. [Takes the veil from Zoe's Eye.) Of Apelles — of my spirit — I sleep? Was I here? and dream? [Stares helplessly into space.] starts up and stares all Did — I dreamt.THE MASTER OF PALMYRA Him to lead Who in self and to enlighten would fain persist. to perish ! Go to perish! [The Old Man and Pausanias disappear.) Seek Palmyra with the others " With what others? Who commanded? [Makes a few steps and takes her bundle — from the rock bench. music ceases.'] Seek Palmyra with the others. {Recollecting.] me. depart! In the hour of fate appointed Dimly shalt thou dream this dream. though at random. quick to alter Going forward. {Pointing. the Go to perish — [Awakens suddenly. It left '' has — {As in a dream.] . Blindly o'er the sand thou wentest.] ZoE {murmuring). awaken! Dream. sure. ! And in every transformation Meeting him as new and strange. Till God's purpose be accomplished. Wander thou from form to form. Daylight fair All around.

by the Roman general Saturninus as chiefly responsible for the day's victoiy over the Persians. which Apelles.24 THE GERMAN CLASSICS But how strong my wearied limbs are Throat and spirit fresh as morn. Saturninus also mentions that the hero. ' ' To preserve free- dom. mother of Apelles. is discovered in front of her house in Palmyra. the old cynic. [Exit left. After the general's departure the ambitious VahV)allat says to Apelles that he supposes they will stand together to preserve their leadership. — Translator. anxiously waiting for news of the battle. have supplanted the previous weak and unjust government of Palmyra by one based on the consent main action of the people. the '* Master of Palmyra. tells that he is of mixed Greek and Syrian blood." is to build on a site in full view of his house. The Roman general then decrees that the spoils of victoiy shall be devoted to a temple of Fortune. I follow. who has a bad word for The Seventh Scene every one except his idol Apelles. ye lovely dreams [Trumpets and horns from the left far off. Fare ye well. Thanks thou pleasant place of resting. ZoE glances in the direction of the sound. have learned that Malku is a miser. in returning thanks for his honors. Lord.] [The next three scenes contain nothing pertinent to the In Scene V Bolana.] There they go then. with his friends Aurelius Vahballat and Septimius Malku. on the Syrian a patriot devoted to the honor of his city Palmyra. scene Apelles is finally left From Timolaus we At the end of the alone with his mother Bolana. First he is publicly thanked brings Apelles back in triumph." answers Apelles. Apelles.] . the devoted of the play. you mean. Scene VI introduces Timolaus. ! ! ! ' ' — — to And commend me Thy will. *' Seek Palmyra With the others. on the Greek side a lover of art and an architect.

BoLANA. son You ? see I'm here. the house of Apelles. In the right foreground a synall olive hedge. In the background several palms on a slight elevation to which steps lead up. BoLANA. 'V^'Tiat Just now I noticed no else. Your wounds ? Apelles. Then come and rest. Than me BoLANA Apelles. Apelles. {diffident {Goes Bolana. they're but scratches they. BoLAN A. moderately high range of mountains. Left. A\Tio's that stands there? Whence did he come? one. will alas ! Oh. BoLANA. Within ? — Why. I fear me. to and hesitating). Apelles. He is in GrcecoSyrian dress like the others. still further back is visible part of the city wall and above it a Apelles and Bolaxa bare. Yet not in spirit here. but with black turban-like head-gear and strikingly pale face. . mother. a stone bench before the door. Nor Don't call them " wounds " so proudly. No. w^ould you have in quiet here ? to kiss you. leave no scars That might recall the exploits of this day. You 're coming home now. And BoLANA. Pausanias steps out on the elevation from the right.) impatient mother. behind it the lofty entrance-door of a pillared hall which retires into the wings. don't you Need any rest then? Apelles {smiling). I'm \\dth my Both present and to come.] future Apelles {aside). later. Apelles. site of the [Looks again toward the temple.THE MASTER OF PALM-YEA Scene 25 VIU (As in the three previous scenes) An open square in Palmyra. later. alone. fortune. sees Pausanias. I want And then to beg you come.

Tell me. mother.NA. Death? [Pausaxlvs moves and comes sloivly nearer. do not sigh. Who is so happy As you and I are? Life soars up for us Toward heaven and with carol of a lark Foretells us happy days. Apelles {smUing). Then will I come inside — Go. Who e'er begins To fear this foe. Save than I fear him not. mother. you go first. everything! [^Goes into the house. and hate nothing more Than that grbu bloodless enemy of man. the bad words that you've been throwing I at at me. {Kisses her.) as you like. Still. and spare and rest me. 710W- — llle goes with her to the door. while sat doivn on Pausanias has meanthe bench before the Apelles advances again. mother.'] I 'd gladly shun him.\NA. unknown Whv Pausanlvs. THE GERMAN CLASSICS Do spare yourself. There. do vou rub vour leg? 'Tis itching still From Ai'elles. you? And when? . who's guest. mother. Just leave me here And let me hearken ail that he predicts. live forever. Strange fellow. he ceases then to live. The rascal.] sitting Apelles.] My house. The ancient mother-song. — there? — An Good mother. she embraces him again. You should go {Submitting. Come. BoL. What \Mio'd. yourself unless you spare yourself Kill myself? You'll kill — I Apelles {gently embracing her).) BOLANA.26 BoLuA. mother.

I know that well. it pleased me. too. That I noted. And others even more. and gTiests one may not scorn Therefore I'll use no unkind word with you. But not from fear. You bloodless visage.THE MASTER OF PALMYRA Pausanias. You sit there on the bench Apelles {after a pause). But don't you know me? Apelles. then? He whom you The rascal. outside there on the night — Who And listened as sang. are you saying. 27 Erewliile. Pausanias. '' were vou. Apelles. Straight to the marrow through the flesh it stole. Apelles. Waiting the dawn. where they hear no more music. Death. And seemed to breathe along the skin yet — somehow." my friend. Much thanks. Pausanias. Before my door. lyre A\ith joy — man? Whoever hears . Is hearing his hist song For what they sing who come to bury him. you played upon the lyre The tune was eerie. Apelles. as you played. Around the fire were seated Many young warriors Romans and Palmyrans — Yes. Pausanias. hate. That slumbers in his ear. Why grace me with this visit then? . You were in camp When we were stationed opposite the Persians. They're lying now Stretched on the sand. Apelles (startled). Pausanl\s. . What Your Pausanias. Who Pausanias. I know you now. I can 't tell how. Apelles.

2d Citizen (ditto). is Pale ghost of night. left). from our town! . the holy glad desire That glows through me to clasp life to myself. strife after so What's hard a day"? all this noise And women of Palmyra! — Yemen IstCitizkn (outside). Away with her! No. but speak! Apelles. Come. THE GERMAN CLASSICS Because So haughtily and boldly you detest me. And Was Apelles. ne'er to be your prey. in this body. I'd answer: " Give it me! " a A true num's word." For harder then life to th. offered endless being on this earth. let her speak and tell us of salvation Don't be confused. I've seen a-many clinging to the light. but to slay. Night and Death. Till they groaned out: roll " Come liither. Apelles. But at the last a time came when the load Of life weighed heavily upon their breast. If in thy stead the Lord of Life stood here He whom today I sought.em than death. But otherwise — Scene IX 1st Citizen {outside. be still there! Out with her from Palmyra. Pausanias. ! — And Zim {outside).28 Pausaxlas. he'll come perhaps take you at your boast. Of course. As few do of your kind. but found him not Whose joy — — And Here Pausanias. let her speak no more. haughty word. No. you cannot feel The magic strength. awav this stone. my friend. And Give heed.

! Out with her Out with the Christian ! ! ! Or 2d Citizen. 2d Citizen. dragging Zoe ivith them. help ! ! Away with her ! Seize her Mob (confusedly). 1st Citizen. (softly. zen and a great mob rush after them. Apelles. I come here from Damascus through the desert. from door to door. Apelles. stone her. We receive salvation That we may preach it only stones keep silence. 'Tis herself I ask. I.If THE MASTER OF PALMYRA Mob (outside). Stand back ! T^lio dares to touch her Of Hermes. 2d Citizen.] What 's here ? Whom hunt ve so our streets? Along ! This way! Help her. From town to town. We will save you yet This way! [Second Citizen and others hurry past from First Citileft. . In fear and trembling all the sons of men . son I protect her here ! — ! That man is dead [General silence. Strike her to earth (ivith Away ! with her! Apelles mighty voice ) . it. stone her Apelles. 29 Out with her 1st Citizen. most noble sir ! Apelles. — Say on. Who Zoe and whence are you? Zoe is my name. with modest dignity). For when Apelles. maiden? This maiden — Hail. the spirit moveth me — What spirit? Zoe. say Apelles. Preaching damnation unto all who doubt? We do but what the Holy Spirit 's voice Within commands us.] Who are you. and bears A tale of sin and godliead crucified. The wild enthusiasm of Nazareth That still unwearied wanders through the world.

walk vour And anguish To Apelles. The Lord hath called. maiden. as 'tis ordained. You. . shall that one hesitate Because Apelles. So young and earnest. ZoE. Will you forbid my coming? Marvelous creature : ZoE. But in our desert land ye do not thrive. it vexes him or him? We Here in hold Palmyra to the elder gods And do not call to you. fair yet strange to earth. must learn to please a mortal bride- groom . weak. Wlio doth not wed should suit hor life to please The holy will of Heaven. methinks. We each must live. And who can bring. the wise are chosen. ! — Apelles (imperiously). are athirst For freedom from the fetters of this world And for the bliss that waits the sons of God. of the soul that yearns for balm. pray you. In all the towns 0' the Roman Empire ye have spread abroad. 'Tis not alone the wise. a pilgrim through the world. Who weds. be not — angry At whjit I sav. And Apelles. 'Tis not alone the strong. Then stay outside Preach. that they may turn to shame The wise and strong. as the Lord commands me. Be stiU! What For sorrow and affliction is Palmvra? streets. shall not I obey? A woman.30 THE GERMAN CLASSICS Long for the revelation. these I come here. ZoE. to my thought should rather marrj^ Than roam unwed. the fortunate. multiply and grow ! Like grains of corU' only within our walls Leave us to serve in peace the elder gods 1st Citizen. They that seem weak and foolish to the world Are called of God. Yet. That's what I say.

! Who This Apei^es. Yea. is with us ! are you. Apelles. both emperor and people Are threatening. Leave off idolatry! Your gods are but Not me. — God 1st Citizen. Ye are grown Too great in the realm. I know a new decree of blood hangs o 'er us The Emperor Diocletian is about To raise his sword against us. 31 ZoE. as Christians do. . Unthinking girl! Do you For cast off this present life so lightly that which none has kno\\Ti? your blossom- ing youth.) women of Palmyra. her hand on her arm. as they learn to fear us But we fear nothing. What are you to me? Beware though of the others. The strength and fairness of your limbs eye. Yes. ear And feeling. and vet the Lamb will overcome them. that he rend the lamb .es (haughtily). if ye learn not to be still. Follow and hear me for the day will come. thought and love but for a dark . Fancied ZoE. Thev may battle with The Try not. Yq men and {Turns from him. "Wax angrj" with us. The Children of the Lord Have never loved their lives even till death Therefore are they with God. the heathen : . with scorn and pride To rouse the lion. .THE MASTER OF PAUVIYRA Apf. man protects me. ! . Is easily slain — A lamb 'Tis well. No.) {Laying This is but dust. '' Perhaps? " It may be dark to you. to blaspheme ? Vagabond! Hussy! Keep your tongue in order ZoE [with a questioning look at Apelles). but have a care. not yourself a sacrifice. I fear it not. Make ZoE.

Ye shaven Which yet ZoE. Apelles too condenms. or yet compassion. A^'liy build ye temples f Dwells not in houses that are made A\T. {Draiving back from the onconiing moh and mounfing the steps in the background. hands Nor dwells he in the gold-wrought images Which ye call gods they are the work of men And melt away as ye. Enough of blasphemy let ! They Thev offer not themselves to cleanse — your sin. Out from Palmyra! [They seize her. shall fall — '' Enough ! By thunderous Jove. or hope. that you dare to scorn A^^at you lack eyes to see and comprehend? Splendor of temples. Away None of vour like. Not strength. Apelles! No more! Apelles. too. glorious forms of gods. miscreant. as ye build.32 THE GERMAN CLASSICS Fanciful pictures. They give no consolation in your grief. Why do ye. speak on He who made the world ! As many Apelles. ye enemies to this world! Ye timid lambs that mock at Ciesar's self. I've done no wrong. vou perish in eternal death Silence 1st Citizen. not living. Away with her! Mob. Away with her Apelles.] ZoE {tears herself free). Blind that vou are. or love. ! 2d Citizen. enough! fall" — The temples What are you. crv out on evelids thus And shriek " Fall down! " because you cannot — ! build? — Away with you. . And noble art 1st Citizen. are full of poison — Cease. No.) . stone and bronze. The temples. pale-faces with bloodless veins. ZoE. with you Palmyra needs Awav from out these walls ! ! 1st Citizen.

.^ Ye savage waves of ocean That foam on high with shame The angels . Your boasted city. woe upon you for your evil deeds And Babylon shall fall. bows and arrows. arrows fly from the wings to the stage. mob back.] Let no one touch her! XVI— 3 . Vol.) ! Apelles. Throw stones! Shoot arrows! Swords here! — ! Apf. (several). she sighs ! ! — forth) Ah Saviour! (Collapses. She must perish She must perish [They lift stones and throw them. Palmyra fall 1st Citizen. her eyes are closed. cry Woe. World-lust in heart.THE MASTER OF PALMYRA Seize not on me. ! ZoE. . Stone her ! — Mob ZoE. empty clouds Borne by the wind of chance Make her be still! (confusedly) She shall not live — — . and blood-lust on your lips? Ye god-forsaken creatures. filled with every crime ? The flesh your god. [A fresh mob comes from the wings right and left. raises Zoe. partly armed with swords. but purify your hands. stone her! Mob Wherefore shout ye so. Which of you has struck Accursed murderers ! — her! [Forces the Apelles. the body your true temple 1st Citizen. (pressing forward in the throng). Zoe. Hold your hands She 's falling.] The Lord (Struck by an arrow. Hold your hands ! No Mob further! (both on and off the stage). 33 Ye sinners! Are you clean? Is not above.

and sinks from out ZoE.) Oh God.) [Second Citizen and others kneel down by her. Zoe (gazing ivith transfigured look toward heaven). leave me. : And Apelles {staring to earth securely holds you — Who ZoE.'] I iWA dying.34 THE GERMxVN CLxVSSICS [Half dragging her he brings her to the She lays a hand upon her heart house. As So ye with sound of singing went to death. if you are a spirit. do thou guide my cause against this throng ivith firmer. 'Tis sion changes to a deep. 'Tis I must die — sleep of death. heaven. [The mysterious music of the earlier scenes begins again.] as in my dream. some covering their Apelles stares at her as if U7iable faces. his arms. I would sing. to " — comprehend. are you ? So it sounded from the cavern. [Music ceases. and you cannot die. and deliver me (Dies. some weeping.] . '^ (Sings And then with weakening voice. — Oh ye martyred saints. Marked in forehead thou shalt wander. you Why blame the — — others! You gave me up and let them work their will. And then there was a voice went forth from an illusion. Unrighteous. Zoe opens her eyes and sees Apelles kneeling beside her.] No. mysterious look. at her discomposedly). Yet God will punish you in what you covet For the Lord of Life hath heard you. Which said: 'tis finished. Her expresZoe. — Waking without But Apelles. be thou my judge.

Zeus! [Pausanias. Timolaus. In the front room is a table. Are you still here ? You have now what you wished for. are in power. with whom every one (especially the vain miser Septimius) is in love. We learn that the time . now stands behind Zoe. and Apelles' intimate. reminding one much of Falstaff. the cross-grained but keen-witted epicurean Timolaus rails at all in Palmyra except Apelles at the end he brings Septimius into especial ridicule. adorned with frescoes and Grceco-Roman style. later.] [Turns AuRELius {behind the scenes). and surrounded by beautiful chairs.THE MASTER OF PALMYRA Apelles. joined by a row of pillars at the back a second chamber. — Translator. Entrances {closed by tapestries) right and left. Fare you to go. the second cluimber has also entrances on both sides. [Scenes I and to the action. Longinus. Aurelius and Septimius are on the II. the politician Aurelius VahTo the distress of his ballat. are merely introductory is some twenty years but just the day of the year when Zoe was killed. In a prose scene. Pausanias. mother Apelles has brought from Rome as his mistress the beautiful Phoebe. well. previously hidden in the crowd. though witty. through the door of which one looks out into a small garden. stage at the beginning of the next scene. under the Emperor Constantine.] . The Christians. It is. has joined the new religion. Way for the governor Publius Saturninus ! ACT A room to in the II statues in the house of Apelles at Palmyra. 35 By But that is deatli. Apelles. set.] Pausanias.

but in in the arrangement of the hair. where Palmyra like a dot of green Lies in a sea of sand. Learn first to know the magic of Wliere like a jewel-case — Alas. I'll die. smile again. Here. yearns for the Tiber. Nor Hush I will not hear of quarrels. desolate as the ever-empty sky. but not men. Septimius." What then? He leads me to a gorge Where like some ugly giants turned to stone Rise monuments of the dead: the burial-place Of the Palmyrans! That's your fairest sight. Rails at Palmyra as the Land of Shades And says we're all stark mad. Quick. mid mountains bare And *' Show me " or else Paradise. Look out ! Septimius. dress. more richly dressed than attire. Phoebe. IIow? Is there war? — \Miat's wrong? ! Phoebe. in this desert. Paliiiyi-a rests — . see your gracious countenance o'ercast. Fie on you Septiinius angry? — Clear your looks This fellow here. and in wordly appearance she the second in looks as different as possible. my Rome! You are — judgment. ! The Apelles (somewhat vexed). A bit of eyelid of your eye! what a fool am I Ah. or else I'll turn my back ! This day upon Palmyra and be gone To my beloved Rome. chamber. too. Apelles. a thing of beauty. Jackals no doubt should live here. Phoebe's in earnest. Apelles. You are so. my Apelles. Apelles hut little Act I Phoebe in sumptuous Roman 2 he part is taken by the same actress who played Zoe. This quarrelsome — ! Phoebe. For this hour and more She only speaks of Rome." I said.36 THE GERMAN CLASSICS Scene (As hi the tivo III previous scenes) : Apelles and Phoebe enter from aged.

) Take off the meats though! When I look meat I see that we 're but beasts and for today . adorn your fair capricious forehead. cleave here to the sand? I love Palmyra And my good mother. like the You all have eaten. that smell so sweet And well might grace the table of the gods. We'll bear ourselves gods. Crown yourselves all! Phoebe. Why And let this crown. {Takes a rose garland from the table and places it on her hair. The slaves. wish more. like men — nay. slaves ivait upon them.THE MASTER OF PALMYRA ! 37 Phoebe (with a charming gesture lags a hand on his lips). They set themselves * ' ' ' to the table. Why did you not stay Stop In Rome ? You were not there a year. — Circe. though. {Embracing Phoebe tenderlg. Not so serious. that Of mighty Circe! is the high decree AuRELius. to which our desert sand Gave birth. They he that built The " Master of Pahnyra " The temples and arcades they loved you well And bade you: '' Stay! " Then why don't prized — — — you go back? Why Apelles.) Ask no more. at {To the slaves. {Smiling. The wine! do we stand? Sit here and be our queen.] I'll Apelles. too Send out the meat Every one ! ! Shall serve himself. Phoebe. And drink! show you how.) If you Take of these noble fruits. So was ' ' I called in ress. did you say? Rome erst: " the enchant- .

my reign begins. Phoebe.) Be off with you a sign to the slaves. Phoebe {la ughs). fair Circe. you'll transfonn Now Us aurelius. {Touches LoNGiNus pelican.) all tliinkers. encliantress? ivith the palm. all. Good. Septimius. Aye This Wcind shall touch.les. The noble Apei. How shall I call you? TiMOLAUS. (To Longinus.) like ! Be The of your model Septimius. Call him the pelican. desert lion not too gentle lord and monarch. be worthy And I. My my I troml)le. imperiously. which she then AURELIUS — To ) . kisses. Who thinks but never speaks. 'twill whomsoe'er change at least And first of all the grave philosopher. Phoebe.] Then must we fear. truly. his name. {Touches his hand. horse. I? Phoebe. {Touches him.) And Are you At whom . As it shtill be today.38 THE GERAIAX CLASSICS Though all my magic was my merry mood. [Takes from a flotver-vase a palm branch. What's the beast deserves You for its like? Only the handsomest. ichich she raises as if it ivere a sceptre. pattern of The solemnest of sages. we're in Fairyland. To beasts. who de[Apelles gives part through the second room right and left.] Phoebe. ! {To the slaves.

not well. — and I — Cloaked with the mantle of All that was doubtful. Free was ever Aurelius VahbaUat.] How. have he mean Apelles and I held the ladder To aU his honors. wdll Constantine The Christian or Maxentius the heathen Be victor"? If the one. state? 39 — But what name for you. will you let this weed Mock me within vour walls? Zeus! so angry if the other. — My patience is worn out. helped him to his fame. Of friends I . you nettle? me. But poisonous malice here was never hatched. We 've worn the name these many years. the city's lord? And you. The eagles look — No. for cloaked your remembrance drunk? for — You me was doubtful " All that — What was doubtful. fighting with his indignation). heathen. The speech within my house true wit I laugh \vith . What is wiser than The contemplative stork! AVho on one leg : Ponders how will it end. let him be the stork. And AuRELius (rising in anger). ! He — — You speak . You want to sting me? Phoebe. my dignity What 's the thanks I get ? keeps here this tarantula to sting us Even me. . I'll be a Christian. pray? By the great Zeus. [Apelles laughs. Apelles. Lord of the frog-pond. speak out. You me? Is '' ' ' — held the ladder ' ' for me ? You. the lord. Aurelius Vahballat And laughs and nods assent Apelles (has risen. AuRELius.THE MASTER OF PALMYEA The wise man of the Down from on high TiMOLAUS (interrupting).

Apelles. or else tear it from your throat. let us Apelles. Pay yourself the extra share We did not bargain for. I only You're mad with rage. Such as you don't see ever}^vhere. and did not knit Your brows at me as now. {pointing to Septimius) and he with me. Therefore I hushed The matter up. Then for the colonnade . . THE GERMAN CLASSICS Not here — I pray you. nor yet accused third Me AuRELius. So was I Your friend. or angrily Demanded. By Cerberus ! speak out. And what was needed here saved there. when you built More than had been intended for the temple First of the Goddess Fortune at your door. of extravagance before the Council? I was your friend. AuRELius. good throughout And ornaments your AuRELius. AuRELius. The Council and the people * ' Had pressed you hard. AMiat man condemns my work? city. Where else! We've men of honor here. grumbled. 'Tis ^\_PELLES. — Apelles. Go on! And For the six last towers that reinforce the wall. Why were you silent then. A Apelles. ' ' And got the money elsewhere as I could. I got Never a penny more than was my due. Speak out! What wrong did I commit f Not wrong — And Not I'll yet right.40 AuRELius. AuEELius. fifth more than you reckoned — And it cost A But it is more strong and beautiful. meant the money. not to annoy the Master.

'] TiMOLAUs {aside to Longinus. ancient friendship willingly forbears. dumfovnded). {To AURELIUS. like. That should he pay. Give me the audit! What Apelles owes. The man is mad! . I will not beg off You For favor single penny. for I will pay My Septimius. Zeus ! You will not — ! Cease My word is rock. Phoebe. Have you your wits ? You '11 be a Apelles. and your haughtiness will pay. Better be a beggar become your debtor I've seen enough to gall me The new-won freedom often to . beggar. have watched in your hands I Wrenched For to the old misuse saw how deftly You swayed And my peace. Give here your false account. Apelles. you '11 have nothing. I bethought we all are fallible. Have The last word else. to me — . the sceptre. but I held : But to be false along with you. Farewell! [Exit rear. " Whom the gods destroy But no. 41 And A acted wrongly. debt. to take Favors from dirty hands! I'd rather creep Among the snakes or beg before the jackal. You '11 send AUKELIUS.THE MASTER OF PALMYEA Apelles. it took Nothing from yours and therefore owes you nothing. " If you desire it. I fancy. nor will I beseech either you or yet Palmyra. I '11 not revile as you do. Than — and your I . So house and home fare- Farewell the utmost farthing. I'll send to you. the extra fifth. I can then But say: Depart! This hand is clean. I accuse you.) at once and I will pay. well.

] Septimius. call Alas him back I ! Apelles. foolish friend Apelles. with a gentle smile). Longinus noble man. Leave me. But what a stroke from heaven Desert me not. No. Until tomorrow! — I pray.) ? You know LoNGiNus. Septimius. let {harshli/). • What Apelles — Apelles. A\Tiere To my mother. Come. you must stay. I all though I pity you. [Beckons Timolaus. ivho follows tatingly. LoNGiNus Phoebe. but mad! {ditto. Ah. Apelles. How rough ho was! — Is all. Then help him. ye gods. A As mad as noble. deplore — More thanhim. I'm sore perplexed and troubled. Our pleasure is destroyed. To tell her this before another shall. left. is all then lost? . Hush! not what you say. aside). Septimius. Let us go. Phoebe. You have heard Whether 'tis possible. {Goes toward the door. My Phoebe. But is all this ? wise. Longinus. Then good-night.42 THE GERMAN CLASSICS {aside). hoNGiiiJus {pressing his hand). me teach you reason. [Exit Apelles. left. Your lovely eyes are sv^amming still with tears. Longinus. [Both exeunt rear. ! Septimius. He thrust you out. One thought in two words.'] him hesi- TiMOLAUs {in going.] Phoebe {holds Septimius hack as he starts to follow).

in a chair. I cannot bear it. me. even at his threshold. poverty is death. weeps. It tortures me at heart. 43 Phoebe. And dare a word. He leaves me here.] Septimius {with choking voice).) No.THE MASTER OF PALMYRA Septimius. Alas! Septimius. he'd left. my Rome. for then my heart mounts up As high as to my tongue. Was ever man so rashly proud! Apelles. Septimius. On my Though sore he wronged But do not weep. rich he was. covering her face with her hands. Surely. With one all-powerful to do hini harm. if ! Poor . He lets me die here. Apelles! only thrust me back. Then would I say to you What do you in Palmyra further. ' the bow and arrow^s has undone me quite. I 'd seek to help you. banished : Here in this desert place. Phoebe. which grieves your eye heart feel homesick. as a beggar? A fifth of all the cost Phoebe. Septimius. And I'm defenseless. Did you but call on Rome And not Apelles too. He kno\vs not if I live. — {Goes toward the door. do not weep. If I were not I'd fall here at your feet Apelles' friend. And tell you what I suffer for the god [Throws herself . — Alas ! Apelles. and soon the Persian Perchance again will levy war — for he . He passed for rich — Yes. And makes your foes rule. not quite a beggar and at strife Poor. yet must I be still. And poor. Phoebe. where Sorrow invades your house. friend's behalf. Ye gods! "WTiy. I pray you.

I'll come to you that hour when you shall call. And what but loved you Because you sang. at He and looks goes on quickly. [She raises her head in surprise. Submissive. to save you. Should Of that I do not speak. I speak. then of Apelles? He Do But do you go \_She to others — not wait for that. My As So Forgive. base. He'll go to others. all — — And yet without a wash.] starts him uyiwillingly. my heart. yes. Tomorrow.] Would you come with me. that you speak so. Soon as you will. I said not liow heart desires you let it break in silence . nor shall : Only had you yourself said let it speak. all I am I'd have laid all before you And and you as empress that I possess have commanded all that I call mine. your far paradise. . looks at in silence. And think I too am are base. 3"ou in poverty must droop and die.44 THE GERMAN CLASSICS Learns never to keep peace. tonight. Not I spoke not of to me. I therefore think I too may leave this land with all my treasure And take my way to The queen of him cities. true as no man else on earth. gold and happiness. Merely as guide Would I companion you to Rome. when you begin to weep and wither. Come with me ! Phoebe {after a short silence). you beamed with radiant joy. And laughed. I meant it w^ell. I'd go at once. ! what of you? You that are made For pearls and roses. Rome. You Septimius {cautiously). I think but: in the sand the vine will never flourish.

) If you say more.) Wait until she calls. And list to him yet Treachery is further. {To Septimius. holy. Listen to me.] ! Apelles. but common blood? Because I now am nothing but this head And this right-arm to earn in daily toil . My heart you stole. though. till he says: faithlessness a virtue. and listening for a time in silent surprise. Then come and rescue {As Septimius her. And now to you. I shall forget how frank and true you are and strangle you very friend of friends My — — Like to a Persian dog.) No. Apelles {mth wrath still suppressed) So talks Septimius And Phoebe hears in silence. I Apelles. I will . Go dumbly out And write her w^hat you think [Septimius goes toivard Apelles as if to speak. tries to speah. Sacred gods Yes. finger hung upon your And Of You'd draw the hand away because the drops freely sprinkled with the dearest drops its warm blood that little snow-cool hand. has not moved. Oh Circe lost to shame. Apelles but a beggar. (Phoebe starts. No longer flow red gold. 45 dravnng hack the curtain. Apelles. And witched it to a cooing dove-like heart. . right. Phoebe. be seated. Not before him. He now advances.THE MASTER OF PALMYEA Scene IV Apelles has entered left. fluttering round you. at a beseeching gesture of Phoebe he turns in silence and exit. That.

Apelles. heard of Rome. flee to Rome would have dared to die for you. Apelles. And let yourself be saved ere comes the storm Farewell. and can you hear a little ? Apelles. and foam and fickleness. farewell. cobweb. My blessing go ^v^th you. depart Hence with your man of gold You shape of air. regret. That pleased you for awhile because 'twas Phoebe. A honor. compassion and contempt! How madly you do chide. tremble. I then Yielded mine ear to strengthening consolation Is that a crime? Seduction then consoles. and thought yes. helpless with despondency. And yet I can't be angry with you. If I deserve 1 I it Strike I do deserve it. churlish bear! what have I done? Me Have I been faithless to you ? I When you left me wept for you alone here in distress. Have you now chidden long enough. If. or I ? my Or what am gilded . though. love.46 THE GERMAN CLASSICS Bj^ honest means an honest livelihood. He spoke honorably. Of — {Sinking before him. Cling to the solid gold. That you're so noble as to be a fool. I quiver. to you statue made of sand. Of vapor wrought. — woman! Phoebe. ^ Innocent creature Go to Rome. but oh ! ! : 1 My woman's blood shrinks at the thought of life . ? What 's honor. embrace it. I now am but the dust Which you will shake from off your fleeing foot To seek the man of gold. The last thing I possess hate that is bom ! ! ! : — You think so? Phoebe. The gilding gone.) Strike me.



Sit to a seat.) . love me still. — But tell me : "UTiat can I do! I am your No more your bird. the day will come When Fortune shall take wing ! — What if that time Were here? [He seeks his to rise. How weak a child you love Apelles. I love vou not. you see? — Let's go then! back Scold the good lady whom you love so much. 47 Oh ! Apelles. all. that way. {As he makes a movement. in the hot desert wind That wearies me and presses shut mine eyes — Take me To Rome! (Clasping him. your mother hates me.] it she detains him. whv stav here. my Because you scold desert lion. has not come. I'll remain. Bethink. Besides. Yet.) Rome! Apelles (shakes his head). You 're is trembling. to sing chain. wild and fearsome.'] down. depart! (Stands up and goes away from her. while she re- mains on her knees. Did I deceive you? — At Rome 'mid Free kisses I did say: I'm fickle.THE MASTER OF PALMYRA After the brow is wrinkled. hands And kiss your knees as well Now I'll kiss your ! — my Jupiter Or no. kissing hands Oh no. your sorrow. Here I'm rooted If that is — and my mother. ! You tears. and Your harsh-feigned voice fighting with your [Draws him down Phoebe. your Fortune back.) — Hush! I'll not E'en now. Stand up Phoebe. me so. agaiti. Yes.

I am but as I am. and in unity. What would you? — — more. — To dreamland. — Very strange. When Apelles (gazing they have cried their so. all formed For thought. Phoebe The lion's thunder? What. Yet early ripe and early wont. a moth. Phoebe (sinks upon his breast). Yet so still . her I love. rough — Well then.48 THE GERMAN CLASSICS (rises). And earnest. life Like an inheritance from a former I can't find — words for But (hesitatingly) forgive my mother's blood. it. . And therefore but I'm tired yet one word . . at her. was good. sits by him. right. we'll again. they fall asleep. remain. Yes. She sleeps indeed. Example and temptation That I'm Apelles (kisses her).] But smile! Young. In peace. above her floats A perfume as of cedar. like a child. she's like The Christian from Damascus. I me Phoebe that whether I am. now she 's lying there her breath Soft as a whispering wind. Fleeing away from sorrow . for virtue. just this one! no. 'Tis this — Kiss. earnest as ye. would or — But now your eyes are closing like the cups Of the convolvulus when the sun grows hot. — fill. To fly toward Fortune. — I'm like the children. wisdom what you I once — will. Within my childish bosom often The holiest feelings — strangely. though. [Follows him. Too hot it glows today. Let me but slumber. and to fear and hate The groveling worm that mortal men call sorrow. . petrified in sleep. after a pause). stirred secretly. presses Imn softly down upon a couch.

What. dear mother.) Vol.) trouble her for an old woman's sake? But I'm urged. BoLANA. 'twere the selfsame spirit in both forms I comes. An excellent soil it has. — My mother Scene BoiiANA enters. left. V gray and much aged.THE MASTER OF PALMYRA : 49 As day from died — That two so different should be so like night. XVl-A — . To tell you of a thing that slipped my mind with your evil news you frightened Apelles {with lowered voice). you've taken much from me and willingly. No. almost with embarrassment. frivolity from holiness. When me — What's that? BoLANA. don't wake her up. (With hardly perceptible bitterness. My child. Already {With an uncertain glance at Phoebe. BoLANA (as ApELLEs starts Why No. shall I rob you ? Sooner die. speak no more of that. And it shall pay a portion of your debt. to rise). stay. with quiet melancholy. near Heliopolis. smiling). who intoxicates — of My heart. I will speak softly. Apelles {touched. We'll sell it off. But when she World-love from martyrdom! — The Christian * ' — and with mystic glance prowithout the sleep it? And claimed thou shalt wake death" Or did the Lord of Life I summoned say Why does this sleeper. As remind me of that child of death. I have a little country-place Li Lebanon. my child.

that my wish. — What disturbs you was I BoLANA (taking courage). I'll go again.) But as you will (sighing) For you know better. so you say. 'Twas that which briglitencnl like a star of The evening of my life. I still. like the wanderer 's longing for his home. [Stands up cautiously and gently. riddles of the heart. Unhappy BoLANA (shakes her head). Come. I * And if I told you why am so. yet controls herself).) (Goes to Apelles (shocked). no doubt. (Submissive. Apelles. Child. sure. then goes BOLANA. You look pale. I go. — (Aside. Not greatly. Not (smiling kindly). for of my thoughts Your obstinate and independent soul Has taken naught since long. And so it is. Stop. I mean. laying — ^ Phoebe's head on a pillow. But deep within me fiery moods prevail. You'd only Apelles (smiling). scold. child. daughter —I thought that Chryse's Would rule as mistress here. BoLANA.] to She sleeps on peacefully. Apetj. too. Zeus! a word Child. Which. I'll come to you. Out of the bottom of my heart I long To pleasure you in all I do and am. . am old.50 THE GERMAN CLASSICS Nurture and love. BoLANA (a hand on her heart. Drag you away. mother mine. — Hunger for beauty. — hope — But the strong moods her door.) Ah Apelles. She who lies there. Increase and drag us on. mother. You're jesting.

horrified. Pausanias. ' ' ' ' Apelles (shaken). You'll wake the sleeper there. zvhose eyes are I'll still shut. closer to his breast). Apelles. No. which deceived you. Muffled within this garment. here today? [Pausanias looks in silence toward Bolana. you foe to mortals.] is it I What Oh mother. Apelles catches [She ! — her. lead you Who's there? I'll in. mother [She revives a little. Within are gnawing The black mice that you wot of. trembling. Apelles. Oh Zeus Except sinks as in a faint. pale. That joy so in destruction. will chase . The door swings back. —I Then I curse you.) I No.] My mother? Pausanl^s. come no nearer! — Remember spectre of destruction. in Greek costume. Don't touch her! Pausanias. I defy you.THE MASTER OF PALMYRA BoLANA. Help. ' 51 Not that I know. Give her an arm {With sudden terror. Apelles. There's no need. Apelles [collects himself and presses Bolana. You me — I What would you have not seen you since that fatal hour. wrest her from you yet. You'll let the old — Y^our Hush arm is I dame fall. The doctor. then.] Come. — Scene VI Pausanias enters. and points iveakly ! to the door. left.

Mother {Caressing her. [Exit Slave. — Apelles gone. — Who stands there f [A Slave. — She is awakening. your Apelles. What bring you.] Scene VII Phoebe {looking about). the second chamber.) Sep- timius! '* {Reads. and you as well. The Phoebe. Slave.) ! Come. Slave {glances hurriedly toivard him).52 THE GERMiVN CLASSICS Them off. ivho has come from. Phoebe opens the scroll.] Phoebe. who has already stirred. For mighty too Is a man 's will. loiv). (tvith a faint voice). Go you. 1 'Tis a scroll. with low but firm voice. with Bolana. Brought by Phoebe {takes the scroll. {To BoLANA. speaking So pale? For you. lead you. Wlio is yon man. come! I'll BoLANA Apelles. Where am I? — Here. aivakens. — He departs. right.) Come [Exit left on! I'll lead vou. Lydus a slave. Child! My own Apelles! Yes.) I'm doctor here^ — not Back there from the door! you. approaches Phoebe ivith a sealed scroll in his hand.'] Wlio sends me this letter? {Surprised. my lady. at looking the door. doctor.) Septimius to his mistress Phoebe: greeting and The gods so ordain it that this subinission! T undortako the ionniev to our V(n'v night — . {To Pausanias. Pausanias stands Phoebe.

account. hut stares is be- fore her. It grows LoNGiNus. neither thanks nor aught else. Where ApeUes? [Phoebe does not notice him. nothing. save the uncertain glimmer of a distant hope. Speak! . What LoNGiNus. to me That which concerns me so! That noble man. in excitement which he seeks to master. Speak.THE MASTER OF PALMYRA beloved less 53 friendship Rome. Our . there I await you or your message. Phoebe. account? occur.'] Only you. Let has occurred? me inform him). Tell Phoebe {goes LoNGiNus. Where is Apelles? FnoEBE {stands up). dark. {trembles). Five steps from here is my house. TVTiy are you deep in thought! — Forgive me : Phoebe {looks at him). — Apelles 'Tis but what might No. all Aurelius threatens wrath and hate He threatens? — — LoNGiNus As guardian of He this city and its morals to bid the City Fathers make goes A Phoebe notable example. And why On your On my are you So gloomy and so moved? LoNGiNus. ancient Apelles has severed honor commands me no than sympathy to offer you yet again from a sea of undewho writes this desires He served sorrow. assistance to save you > ) Scene VIII LONGINUS enters right.

Farewell. — to about . she I — know is not. What Phoebe. aside). don 't come I nmst depart . Phoebe {aside). The man of virtue is sincerely But fear not. farewell ! — My heart it is hea\y — And yet in craven anguish Farewell. farewell were death! in her. is it? "WTiither will you go? What What was I doing? I : LoxGiNus. ? I ye gods. That is the omen. That it is I ask.54 THE GERMAN CLASSICS They shall LoxGiNus. From out Palmyra banish you. tottering unsteadily. — Would you but 1 Yet no don't come. [Goes toward the hack. {Aside.'] LoNGiNus. Phoebe {tvitJt Going? broken voice). Pausanias steps forward again from where he disappeared. The gods have willed Apelles But the gods have willed. — ! I must depart. forgive me! would flee. Septimius' letter. For him — yes for Apelles.) Help still. refuse. Is this an omen? Must I go? Then say so And end my LoNGiNus. for he asked me there. I to desert you? — — Even though my heart come — . What works She sighs. and yet he — — ! . \\liere? I Say to Apelles Her consciousness departs. that she nor hears nor sees? {aside). he threatens shocked! Trust Apelles. misery! What have you All crumpled in your hand? there Phoebe {looks at the scroll. Be LoNGiNus it without farewell. stands between the pillars. Phoebe You wandered — as your eyes do Afraid {seeking ivurds).

l am living.) Say to Apelles No.] You'll not come again.) I Pavsasias catches her. Pausanl^s {pointing aivay). more cheerfully). I'll come again. — . my muse gone. hack.THE MASTER OF PALMYRA fall. She sleeps now. Apelles takes it. — But for this price You may retain your mother there within.) The doctor. peacefully. from Anxiously she opens her eyes. — I thank you. To Longinus.) life My fortune. Gone with Septimius ! Pausanias {nods).] still? You Where tarries here Waiting! Phoebe? Gone. Monster.] Apelles {cries out). [Advances. glances at it. Gone. a shudder goes through her. {Holds out the letter to him. the letter falls her hand. {Frees herself from his arms. Longinus. Speak.) Good-night. will she Whither go f Scene X left. {Tries to smile. Pausanias takes up Pausanias {aside). ecstacy. the letter trembles in his hand. How is 't with Phoebe 1 the letter. what has happened? She 's left me. sees Pausanms. Longinus. — — {Aside. Let me go. Apelles [^Totters out ! from the right. — My my that 's light. Starting back. basely do you rejoice ? Apelles. Faithless Deserted ! ! — — 'Tis {With quivering voice. Enter Apelles Apelles {looking hack. 55 Whoareyouf {More quietly.

Has erred. I seize it fast. I will strive.) For this price I retain did you say? mother there within. AVhether this wounded bosom still desires To breathe forever and behold the day? Yes. Pausanias {as the with muffled voice). it seems. that Let's my comfort! — Come. I wake now. In your teeth — I summon life again. Yes. be it so. — AVhy appeal Apelles {controls himself. pale spirit. t^vo depart.. and blood and life lllirows himself on a couch. to my mother. Apelles slowly lifts his head. smiling). Good. Then let her go! {With a gesture.. I defy your question. her laugh a rapture. will work. . Horror and My spirit grief. We shall meet again. . Do not think I hesitate or tremble. gazes on Apelles. And Pausanias. Well said but whom conjure you ? So solemnly to the doctor here . And like Antaeus throvMi on Mother Earth myself the stronger from her breast. a man's true worth life's true worth forever to declare! {listening in wonder).^ does your stony eye demand. with sweat on brow I raise And And Longinus victory in heart. buries his face. After a pause Longinus goes to him — and silently lays a hand on his shoulder. and her heart so formed For everj' virtue save for strength and truth.) — Away from out this breast — ! With her my throbbing heart. What My Be {To Pausanias. philosoplier.56 THE GERMAN CLASSICS Her weeping was a song. Her soul so gentle. who is standing motionless.

and Persida 's brother Herennianus.THE MASTER OF PALMITRA ACT III this act is 57 [As the dramatic movement of very slow in starting. heathen marriage will certainly be resented by the mob. but his goddesses. in whom he seemed to find the I'inally he married her. AVhen Persida asks. Apelles has devoted himself to his art and to his mother. who give up all for Him. discovers Tryphena 's attachment to the *' heathen " Jamblicus and resolves to break it at all costs. in the consolation of the Christian religion. though he did not fulfil her wish that he should marry the daughter of Chryse. Persida leaves her brother. a large cut. who has already entrapped the unwilling Tryphena. her home for the house of . including the first four scenes. Apelles of Longinus. He assures her that this is the only enter a religious life. Art and Wisdom. ''What of Apelles?" her brother reminds her of a vow made on a sick-bed to leave her husband and of the Christians. which is under the influence of Jarchai. Some years after Bolana's became strangely drawn to a maiden named Persida. remains '' faithful to the older religion. and at glorified spirit of Phoebe. has here been made. We learn from a letter that Phoebe died young. to atone for her sin of living with a heathen and way " The hand of God shall assures her that wipe away the tears from out the eyes ' ' of those Thus adjured. ' ' have permitted him to build a temple to the God He is therefore tolerated by the comBut Herennianus urges upon Persida that another munity. despite the request of his zealous wife. repentant of her sins. the noble-spirited son peaceful death. But Persida and her daughter have become Christians. formerly a persecutor but now a fanatical leader of the Christians. Apelles. the time of Act III their daughter Tryphena is old enough to love and be loved by Jamblicus. a bigoted elder of the new sect.

Tryphena Nay. Apelles (m conversation). Persida. now stands a temple in the Grecian style. Yes. age. from Apelles' house. to As. — Translatok. One who obeyed a master in his house A Longinus Apelles. Apelles is represented as gray -haired In the following scene we but otherwise in full vigor. I'll hear no more. Apelles {to Longinus again). who gives him the letter of ironic commentator. to the right. Phoebe already mentioned. you to doubt so of me Longinus. in place of the olive hedge. Go out the door there? — — Jamblicus. infer that Longinus has just been asking Apelles to let his daugliter marry Jamblicus. Only because I thought Did Persida Apelles {to Jamblicus). listen — : last She could not And Jamblicus.58 THE GERMAN CLASSICS In the course of these scenes we learn that Septimius has xVpelles is reconciled to Aurelius. you. They surely will. Longinus and Jamblicus. This is my shall be his. take hinder you — my word. You thought Your friend Apelles had become a woman. but altered: at the back. Apelles has not learned that his wife and daughter have been taken from him. but is more matronly Timolaus appears in his regular role of and dignified. is a Christian basilica of the oldest type. but my word. 'twas she. seen Enter Apelles. him I wish. uhere previously was the rising ground with the palms. . my friend? What. the lover of her choice. if she desires it. resembles the latter. if tlie Chi-istians came — find a better.] SCEXE V The open square before Apelles' house as in the latter part of Act I. now broken with died. in profile. played by the same actress who appeared as Phoebe and Zoe. calculating coward — ! {smilinfj).

LoNGiNus. — — Apelles (ivith How wise. He who makes too much noise will rouse the Of echo Quiet and busy is the better plan. To save my child's right and her father's right — Where That. Work We And he with money that he holds for us Here meanwhile will be Shall care for them. There in the Street of Pillars? What's that Tumult — . — Yes. LoNGiNus. then quietude for what is done Must be endured. that we may keep our freedom. By Zeus ! A '11 send them to softly then. Better. at Emesa they shall wed there. Is she not 59 What! me! mine then? Listen. once the Christian used to hide ! — But time. Must wisely bow. right.'] [Confused tumult behind the scenes. nor make So 'twould be better. For me How my heart swells. too. self-deceit because we cherish wisdom Let us be wise. But time goes by.THE MASTER OF PALMYRA Apelles. We are clear . Apelles. Too wise. within the city of my fathers. goes by. think when I That basely I'm constrained to hide myself. Stands high here in Palmyra. man. The two return together a half-smile) . guest-friend . Are you resolved to give my son your child? . — And so the heart itself too great. LoNGiNus. Then wind. Apelles. And at last two? perhaps A third along with them. storm. the honor of your name .

As if I heard the fanatic. . And would defy him. But rather will I die here at your feet Than yield to him. I your father Tell me did not shield you? what has happened. To your knees You. or else In a far counti-y. far from you must perish.60 THE GERMxVN CLASSICS 'Tis LoxGiNus. hither. ! Father. through all the mob that stood Outside I fled away and hasted here with you.'] hark! follow They They follow me to seize me. The wild Jamblicus {goes toward the rear). Tryphena {rushing in). if I Tryphena.) good care. save me! When : they ! threatened. To force from me a vow sought — I They forever must have Abjure the bridegroom of my heart. Some Tryphena ! one's fleeing hither — Scene VI Enter Tryphena. in And now I'm Apelles. Who dares so foully to constrain The daugliter of Apelles? [The tumult has come nearer. you must not forsake me I cling and pray oh father. spare her! She is my child. The Lord's child is she now. And Stand up. save your child — ! : ! Apelles. {Raises her. father. Were Rise. shrill voice of old Jarchai.] Persida {behind the scenes). Spare her. Jarchai {behind the scenes). rescue me [Sinks at his feet. The voice of desperation cried out Flee And forth I fled.

Apelles. which gradually grows steadier). And perform ivith difficulty). Speak out ! Oh God! You will. — You did. ! Herennianus {more softly). proceed! Persida {ivith trembling voice. aside). Herennianus. If the child no father then. Jarchai {comes nearer). Let her go. Persida. speak out PERsroA {struggling within herself. Just as she should. is noic ichite-haired and Jaechai. Jarchai. Come And Yield unto the Lord here. What's that you scream. Proceed. or mother? There stands her mother Persida. Tr}^hena w^ould defy the sacred law. them who are His servants. she. for she's A Herennianus. The word of God has spoken by his mouth. but is not enfeebled. Standing beside her. Give her to me. must. Why are you Speak out! You hear. fonrierly the First Citizen of Act supported by a stick.Tarchal. Christian.THE MASTER OF PALMYEA (Note. old man? 'Tis I stand here. Apelles. . And there's the heathen she would wed. the shepherd and submit. Apelles {after a blank pause.) 61 Enter Jarchai and an excited throng. Persida! I did not hear aright. Let her Has — Speak the right word for you a Christian . That w^hich His wrath commands you. her father. Heathen too ! You have no word in this affair. 'Tis true! Look you. also Persida and HiniENisriAN'US. . She spoke . Apelles {interrupting). The Lord expects you to obey His Not that of men. Tear her away ! She defies the Lord. — I. there she stands. Tryphena. still f Herennianus. Herennl Well.

62 Jarchai. Command within your breast. us! You jackal! Listen . Do you come here. or slave of Jarchai 's slaves? (Pause.) me! [Persida. blood of mine Herenxi. moves as if to go to Apelles. THE GERMAN CLASSICS In her the Lord has spoken. Come liere to me Away from him. Tryphena 's mother.) {With despite yon jackal And all the Jarchais of this crazy earth. checks her with a glance. Duty and happiness leave me with this breath. And Apelles. you — Give answer ! Are her mouth? Are you Tell The Apelles' wife. her hand on her heart.] She's dumb! The Lord has sealed her lips. Persida ! — whom you forsake and An offering to your God of Wrath — this Here in Do voii then list to me. if you do me renounce You must from out my bosom. — Give here Tryhow the heathen phena To Apelles. Jarchai. This chikl. one by one from the house. What would you? Why so sorely do you threaten. Tryphena! [The crowd groivs gradually from right and Apelles' slaves have been coming left. if the Jarchais . tries to speak. who trembles <^ive my arms life And I'll hold a grim look toward Jarchai. or else let love and faith. Herennianus takes a step forward and Jarchai. You I renounce. I you see how she solemnly She follows Imt God's will — — is trembling? spoke to Persida.] Apelles.

Herennianus Jiolds her up in his arms. Hold your hands ! ! [She sinks. Stone them Apelles. Ye dogs without a master. [The crowd remains huddled some distance gives back a little.THE MASTER OF PALMYRA 63 Refuses us the Lord's child. that the simoon From o'er the sand makes mad for all that's — ! I yet — holy In you turns frenzy hot as desert winds Come on. here to me! to What! leave to him Here your people! into Apelles' [Tryphena shrinks trembling arms. Give her up! Give up Trj^hena! Persida (weakly). A Citizen {from the midst of the crowd). And let it crash like lightning to your heart. ! I am dying. Come on Give me have might To hurl the hate your barking rouses in me. the Lord's people. shatter on me your hollow skulls. But a clear path. Who cries out " stone them? " will kill ! Stone them That man I ! With this bare hand. seize Defying — her ! Herennl Hold back there Persida {sinking from his arms). Tryphena. A you'll Christian maid? — Tryphena. Down with him! Tear her from out his arms there Crowd (in wild confusion).l Jarchai (to the croivd). . The crowd presses toward Apelles Jamblicus steps forivard to shield him and . — So shall the craziness ! which drives you on Float off as vapor off.] Apelles {motioning Jamblicus back). Seize her. she will not come.] See.

.) Give place. or you I'll hurl to death. {Enfolding in his arms Tryphena.) As I embrace I'd shake this child. life. Come friends. [Seizes him violently and hriyigs him down I fear on one knee. .] Nor Death. only Fxusa'sias retnains. first gazes steadily and quietly at x\pelles. cling unto it. do you scent the I am am strong as you the Lord of Death. — And you. I am — hell. Dressed like the others. ivho flees to him again. hold it. Saviour! They're going. but me vou cannot slav. recognizing him. — He Apelles. softly). Do\Mi on your knees. nor Thou^i^h Life a Life . as though stunned). sustained by several citizens). There's no one who can stay. you? No. hate and all. fiend of immortal. with howling madness and with grief. Jarchai {timidly. So saith the Lord: Be Expiate your sin.] Apelles. And Apelles {to I will give to thee a crown of Longinus and Jamblicus). let's go. sworn foe. from me like dust. Tlien. I would defy it. Give me but room to go. All flee toward the rear. Palmyra shall be yours faith. in his surprise goes a step back. — not even Life I fear. I fear hundred times with rage and hate Should come. He's talking wildly. faithful unto death. PEKsmA {on the ground. You Are you victim f I spectre of the Pit. he has joined the crowd unseen.64 THE GERMAN CLASSICS [Rushes madly at the crowd. — Herennianus {near her. {To the terrified crowd. too here? Crow.

THE MASTER OF PALMYEA 65 Within the land of Persia's king dwell men. including Jamblicus and Tryphena. Apelles vigorous as ever. the close Longinus says '' die and come not back. have died. not in one life." — I) Scene II (As in Scene Lonely mountain region near Palmyra. a shady chestnut. in the foreground on both sides. XVI— 5 . {after a glance at Persida). There's room enough on earth yet. Under the chestnut tree a bench of stone and rough seats. (Apelles continues his argument with Longinus. Tryphena. Tryphena Now doubly mine. left. but that Nymphas. He descends slowly. . vegetation — Left. Come. fig-trees. Apelles. Longinus very old and feeble. played by the impersonator of Persida.] The hand of God Persida {as they go.] ACT IV [In the opening scene Longinus and Apelles are discovered alone in the mountains near Pahnyra. [Closes her eyes. In the background. We learn that all the other persons of the play. near the chestnut tree the remains of an old building. aside).] through many and various forms. " Slowly ripens the soul of At We man.) eyes. Vol. Help me! Apelles! . the stripling son of these two is now dwelling with his two grandfathers. the door of which opens upon the stage.) Nymphas appears on the rocky path. the part which is standing arranged as a hut. boulders with blossoming shrubbery. LoNGiNus and Jamblicus exeunt. — . like her as well as like Phoebe. a charming youth. naked rock to wild which leads a path. Shall wipe away the tears from out their {Suddenly aloud." to which Apelles answers that the Indian sages believe we have been and shall be again. all mine! [The timidly retreating crowd has made a wide lane for them. To become godlike it must pass Translator.

and Persida did Zoe's spirit go on in them? And — have I ever you Nymphas." But they don't trouble themselves about us. had '* Master of Palin the morning seen the myra. Longinus deny it. Persida today. my darling boy known you before? Sometimes it comes to me that I have known you before. I was a sacred mongoose on the Nile. Apelles told me. then lays a hand on his shoulder. they will not seek us out. Smiling exuberantly). {Aloud. Besides. the Palmy rans have now other things in their hearts. nor does he see Nymphas.66 THE GERMAN CLASSICS Apelles {does not notice that Longinus is nodding. were waking. this afternoon. or again . an old beggar who one night recently slept under this tree. a priestess of Vesta whom they buried alive the historians haven't worked it all out yet. Apelles {as if shaking off his thoughts. Nymphas {smiling). with an affectionate glance).) never sleep in day- Nymphas. Speaks on. .) Grandfather Longinus! Are you asleep? I Longinus {awakes). They already know in Palmyra that we live here behind the mountains. is asleep.) Palmyra. Yes. while you I more than usually so I was clever found it out with circumspection. should I sleep ? {Aside. tliose who he is like How much You were in — — — formerly were angry at you are old or dead. might it not be? — Sometimes I Who lie down and say to myself: was that Zoe with the mysterious look? And Phoebe. — — Nymphas {stands for a while behind Apelles. It's you! — Look. I? How time. looking in Why front of him). But he will {Softly at Longinus' ear.

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of unfathomable blue the flames of night. — What are they Nymphas About the man who upside the is now turning the world Julian. the Constantine. You never rise an elephant is sunk in a again. is happiness for man. to the people how wise and good he is. only elephants can help him. as we do.THE MASTER OF PALMYEA LoNGiNus. Quarreling and disputing I believe it. LoNGiNus. Those times are past. the city of our fathers. quarreling about? {with spirit).] Let us leave time alone. LoNGiNus {sadly smiling). And the fallen grandeur of the old Roman Empire will arise overcomes the Persians again. they call him the the Apostate the others proclaim Renegade. 67 H'm! — What are they doing? Nymphas. about the great Emperor curse him I heard it in market place because he has open down. 'Tis well with — me in the evening stillness. the dome wrought by the world's till Master-Builder. To live timeless. \^A shepherd hloivs his pipe. will — When Apelles. the silent ocean of the desert beneath our feet. swamp. Here sorrow does not croak at us. If he Christian . those silver mysteries. and our desires sleep. myra and here too cast down the spite of the Christians before him. Wild Palmyra. whom he is now he will come as conqueror to Palfighting. so near and so far. Of strife and misfortune we've had enough. restless wandering through the countries of men. and prophesy a rebirth of the old times. {looks up) and above us the ever steadfast citadel of peace. long. Such a giant will not come. — . think so? It lies dead. Some — — fallen off from the faith of his uncle. they are human.

— Yet. Poisonous ones enough. life: the world's awake in You 're drawn live Yet for a time. and so clever too. gave us perience. From glance and word. through . you think. it. the world that we should make it better. {Laying both hands on his shoulders. do you feel Too lonelv. You. My early ripened scholar. from every token of Your winged you. be patient here. back into the world. H'm! [Doses off. No others.] Nymphas {smiling ) . I've had much exBut the gods. LoNGiNus. I feel in you. too old here with the old? — to it. upon the LoNGiNus (nods). On the poison-tree of life grow two good fruits : wisdom and friendship. Young as I am. child. I know. soon will disappoint you.] Nymphas {has been looking away). For all things change and then come l)ack again. He sleeps. Then will we break our camp. a wheel It With brightly-colored spokes is turning round. and wander off.68 THE GERMAN CLASSICS solitude sublime! only thou* canst enkindle in us sublime thoughts. Nymphas. Will see into its heart. Since it must be so. my child. — My young philosopher.) But believe me. [Takes Apelles' hand and presses it. Which you would fain make better. have sung Your youthful wisdom must Him e'en asleep. break through the inextinguishable fire of the soul summits of life. And all the souls of men are bits of glass whicli the single Spirit Of various hues. methinks. In there. Apelles {likewise smiling). so honest And good and no])le. LoNGiNus {weary again).

to go there. and you fought. cheeks glowing. finding still and when you come back. love! You 're young. He As Nymphas. you dream.THE MASTER OF PALMYEA Of Life 69 — or call Him as you will — doth shine. I. no. in sooth! Then tell me what is wrong. For days. Believe me. love more the magic By which they charm. . — You now to all. love Him in the best of them. than you. But we who do not see Him. deeply moved. good Nymphas. And none. and lives in us His life. and tender-hearted You will love women also. will make you wholly happy. are no goddesses. Ay. For they that can never fascinate And they that fascinate. we should seek Him out amid these others of our kind And Apelles. Apelles. — But let 's not speak Of that which was and Are wife and child and is no more. to — You're sure? Nymphas. you brandished The ancient sword which had so long lain buried In this inclosure. And you The dearest upon earth. Am unrest. Palmyra. for weeks you've shown a strange You hasten Excuse You 're Nymphas. Nymphas. Ah. Do I ever lie ? then ? I found You yesterday behind a rock. its stands invisible behind each soul. A girl ? No. Apelles. What — As with an unseen enemy. me Apelles. women love. . Pray what Made you so warlike ? If it was this brawl Below there — . I fear. confess it freely. and delicate. true self.

I'm for Palmyra if the stranger here is not unwelcome Pray.70 THE GERMAN CLASSICS Scene III Pausanias comes down gilded lyre hung over the rock path. Pausanl^s. Nymphas {to Pausanias). Pausanias. 'Twas full moon yesterday. a his shoulder. I What brings you here? My wanderings. that? the shepherd boy? bring Retired corner? — Ask him what he What shoukl him here to this wants. looks around in wonder. 'Tis night. toward . drunk already. Apelles ( surp rised ) . [Nymphas goes a few steps toward Pausanias. True.'] Apelles. ivith full beard. I have strayed. yesterday. but am very weary. From the Euphrates? Why come you then to us? There lies the west Longinus {pointing backward). — — Grant me a Longinus. after a time it becomes bright moonlight.) Apelles {casually glancing out). Greetings to you. Sit tired wanderer down. Pausanias. Where? I struck Upon a caravan of more than fifty Camels. And Thank you. not the Euphrates. Longinus. which journey to Sura. Damascus. The never sent away. I've drink. a stranger. come from the Euphrates? Nymphas. in Greek costume. LoNGiNus awakes. is Who Nymphas. Is little rest. {It has grown dark. tlie north. Nymphas. Pausanias (declining). Longinus (considering). Nymphas. But the moon will come .

Pausanias {gazing fixedly at the The Care-Releaser. Victor in west and east. You are a Greek? I am. then I went my ways. moon. Nymphas.'] LoNGiNus {wondering). Pausanias! A — my home. You're from the Euphrates. Too sorely tired. the sea good name for a singer: countenance of Nymphas). should I not? The gods had then — Smitten him sorely: the great general. Praised and refreshed me. . are a traveling singer? Yes. Who conquered west and east he on the — Tigris Within Had his foes' chief city Ktesiphon. Pausanias. afterward surveying the invisible from the front. treacherous deserter to return. You Pausanias. To Nymphas. which — — begins right to shine. Nymphas {rises in surprise). I saw the Emperor. sunk in thought. tell Pray. My name — Pausanias.THE MASTER OF PALMYEA 71 They listened to the music of my lyre. Nymphas. [^Lays aside the lyre. They sit beneath the chestnut tree. such that the flatterers Were likening him to Hercules and Bacchus. Why I crossed his line of march. if you are not me one thing more. You? Pausanias {smiles). A Induced him as he went to cross the waste. Yes. LoNGiNus. only Apelles stands aside. And wander Across this desert? Pausanias. men call me too The Care-Releaser. did you learn there aught About the Emperor Julian and his army? Pausanias.

disciplined and brave. Yellow and lean he looked. . Full of patience. {has been interest). — 'Twas himself." he said. And Nymphas {who the gods' enemies shall bite the dust! has sat listening to the account with lively " changing gestures. "And when we To Syria. yet rang as with a trumpet's tone Through get the clear desert air.) Tell when That was the latest He had me called to play an<l sing for T (lid — On yester evening liis eye beheld me. Lay on lay on ! ! LoNGiNus ApeIvLes {starts). till the victory-march Became a wild retreat. Though weak. But in this need He showed himself a hero. Pausanias. How now? looking aivay. his temples gray But in his eye dark fire.72 THE GERMAN CLASSICS Where sand and arrows heat and thirst and Persian Consumed his army. liim. me how You left the Emperor. ** Then will we turn the wheel. his face was pale sickness that had come upon him. He sat as on his throne there. his glance was lofty. The goddess Fortune. Went to my Your philosophic pupil. Wise. tries to smile).')so(] hiTn. — — it plo. so that I heard it. but an impulse in my body You see me now again tongue. and his voice. With a great Generals and soldiers near. He sat before his tent. . — {'To Pausanias. Nymphas? Nymphas {composes Forgive. glances around with What is it. The goddess of old Rome once more shall rise. As if the Persians lay beneath his feet. I felt his power On seeing him. springs up involuntarily).

wonder. Yes. you monster Let not your name be named. 73 What. Pausanias. It was a song in the Grecian style Of your Adonis. Nymphas. How from the upper to the under world : Adonis changes. When once more in springtime the brooks are babbling — Apelles {has sprung up.] Pausanias. Apelles Lovely Adonis. Stop! You are in — know you now ! [LoNGiNus and Nymphas look up Pausanias does not move. {after a short prelude by Pausanias. sings). Kiss the lips of shadowy Persephoneia. delighting in the voice of Nymphas. Pausanias. Nymphas Then sing. think this lyre has sounded before him! Pausanias. steps I in front of Nymphas). then becomes astonished. I sing that too. And may Look at the lyre? I [Takes it and runs over the I strings. Aside). by the gods' decree. Deep beneath the blossoming earth descending. excited. Who am I And Take for this lyre it ? ! Stop. What But sort of harp-playing is that! one that ever I heard. and I will play.THE MASTER OF PALMYRA Nymphas. by you or me — accursed be its tone ! — ! and go! .'] pray you play for me That very tune. {listens a while indifferently. So decrees all-powerful Zeus: thou must now. the Emperor! To Nymphas. So plays Nymphas {begins the second stanza). e'en before great Julian. Surely. Apelles.

— .es {looks at it. Apelles looks after him Nymphas regards Apelles in silence. Perhaps I'm wrong though. No more! Let's go. Longinus {smiles good-naturedly). I'll be silent.] at last timidly lays a Nymphas. with horror). The moon shines bright. [Exit right. I saw him once. — — to — {After a gesture of Apelles.] Apell. LoNGiNus {leans on Apelles.) is it. . Apelles! What Hush. — Away ! I go then. Pausanias {stands up). longinus You You recognized this said man Apelles. {Aside. so imperious. Leave it as it I would his way may lead liim to Palmyra. At ! last he's gone. And if its sound .) Leave him and us. Why You Blame you the lyre I It is not different From others look at it. Farewell. 'Tis late. is. You have mistaken me ! to Palmyra Palmyra. Away with you {As Nymphas looks at him surprised and questioningly . I'll lead you to the house. err though you have never seen me. So be it. I thought — Nymphas? He played right well.) Nay. pleasing to yon youth [Nymphas nods. he tries to compose himself. Longinus. to depart). till he has disappeared. and your hour is come. go forward And come not back Pausanias. father Apelles. Apelles. ! Was — More quietly. Eh. Apelles {starts).74 THE GERMAN CLASSICS You err Pausanias. You'll follow. hand on his arm. front.

Nymphas {awaking from
his thoughts).



— The night

is fair,

Apelles Nymphas. Apelles {composes himself;

soul yet sleepless. {overcome by his attitude).


Did you

can wait.
Sleep well.
Sleep well.

LoNGiNus Nymphas.

{at the hut).

[LoNGiNus and Apelles exeunt into the

Scene IV
Sabbaetjs, young and beardless, girt with a sword, comes warily reconHe steps behind a boulder which conceals him noitering, from right.


the hut.


The stranger. — Should one grieve one



mortals? Is not their right compassion? [Sabbaeus advances warily.] Who goes there? Sabbaeus!

Sabbaeus {softly and quickly).
It is I,

come here

to fetch you.

Tonight it must be done. Nymphas {in sudden exultant joy). Zeus! Tonight! Sabbaeus. The friends assemble in the shrine of Fortune, In secret, armed. A fire will then be lighted Beside the Street of Tombs. Wlien by its glare The city shall be frighted and confused, We '11 break from hiding and perform our part, Just as agreed.


'Tis well.

So arm yourself
come. {pointing behind a boulder). There lies my sword.



[Goes thither.]



Sabbaeus {with a gesture toivard the hut).

— Apelles!



'Tis pity.


never would consent.

In the ** Master of Palmyra We'd have a leader all should reverence. {Decisively, smiling.) Ah, well, if not with reverence, then with fear.


The door swings back. Then I must


— You'll follow.

[Flees hurriedly away,

Enter ApeLiLES from the

with anxious


gazes after the fleeing





{with uncertain voice). My father!

Who was
Descends the pass?


yonder — Greek was't?



Tell me,

The singer?

the gods.
I told





should he be so dreadful?

Apelles {with a breath of


— 'Twas not he. —


spoke with you, at this late

in this solitude?




me, pray,

Apelles {after a pause).



Nymphas! Nymphas! Are you angry.

Father Apelles?




to this?

concealment between you and me?

This bond of soul, more deep than any Is't but a half -bond like the rest?





[Deeply moved, about to speak; refrains.] Aye, for you still are silent. Let me then Divine your secret. In Palmyra quarrel The Whites and Reds or howsoe 'er they call


colors of the factions that contend.


you, you quarrel too.

{after a short hesitation).


And need you speak So scornfully about it, when we fight For what is holy? When we fight to aid The Emperor and help him to fulfill All he would fain accomplish for the world? You! 'Tis so! It is so.


not I too a scion of my people! You have divined it, so I'll not be silent; Long this deceit has weighed upon my breast. (Pleading.) Let me. I must go down now^ to


And why

not I?


Palmyra. Tonight?



To slay the Emperor's foes? none that do not seek to die. Our enemies and they are yours as well Are masters and they shall not be so more.


will slay



The Christian bishop governs in Palmyra; The craven praetor serves him. Both we'll take Tonight and banish them from out the land, Proclaiming freedom and the ancient gods. will they freely go? Bishop and praetor The garrison have all gone off to Persia. The crowd's divided, and the waverers

Will join the valiant victor.

Till Julian

comes, and

not wait

him bring for you

What you

desire ?


The Emperor


too mild



he waits, may be, Until the people rise up of themselves: Great is the Christians power. But he '11




What we

accomplish and will bless our work. He'll die, and then a Christian emperor


Turn back

rule again ? Oh child, my child, would you the wheel? Do you not hear the roar

0' the wind that drives it on! If ye should win Tonight for this one time, how will it end? We too once freed the city of our fathers

And gave new

rights to everyone, but then, Since mortals will be mortals, all our work

* *

Grew rotten, spoiled and To save the world
' '

useless like the old.







world? This man it stones today, tomorrow Give up your dream and stay.


Forgive, I honor


Your word as 'twere the gods'; and yet I must Go down, for I have sworn it. [Starts to go.] No! No! No!
I will




{Steps before liim.) Nymphas, look on




this earth I've no one else but you.

and you would go

your de-


To your


The Adonis song
and the harp of Death

Rings in mine ear

(Brea/riufi off.)
child. Oil stay with me, in this fear-numbed Thrills



dread foreboding bosom. You have





sweetest, dearest, purest Joy;

The sun which never sank for me. Your mother and your mother's Bequeathed you to me mother Whom grief soon freed from life her image,


On whom

yet shines the golden light of day.

Of sun-bright gladness, perfect symmetry.
In whom there is no blemish. Ah, my NjTnphas, Why do I praise you ? With clear eyes you see All that you are to me. And now your spirit, Nobly exalted on the wings of youth,

from me toward the

terrible abyss.




not bear it! I will live with you die with you, but not weep over you.

{sinks on his breast).


dear father, and my god on earth me, let me go. I must depart. 'Tis honor that commands me, and the gods.



Apelles {holds him


One only




But I have sworn;
Shall I be perjured?


fiery glow, gradually increasing , falls


the stage



1 must, I must.

ye gods, alas


Already shines the signal through the night.

[Tears himself


Apelles {wildly).

Me too, ye gods — me too along with Nymphas. —
I will not leave you.

Why then,







The father must go too my child will I Protect, and with him conquer or go down. Apelles of Palmyra wields yet once Again his sword for idols or for gods The fire calls; away!


You'll come then, father?

Nymph AS.


sword, my trusty sword! Nymphas [Flings open the door, enters. hurries to the boulder behind which lies his

sword, takes


LoNGiNus (unseen, from the


What's wrong?

— Apelles!

Apelles [comes out again with his sword). The glow increases, and our courage. Forward Down with the enemies of the ancient gods
' '




with Nymphas, right.]


(in the hut).





Scene VI
LoNGiNus (entering). Wliat Gone without answering?
Is that

wrong? Apelles — Not a sound? —

red glow in the sky, or is it only In my old eyes ? Man, where are you ? Apelles Voice (behind the scenes, loud, mysterious). Julian the Apostate is no more!



The Emperor

is slain


(listens confused, terrified).

Is like a spirit's.

WTio calls? — The voice — So men say, that once



of one

unseen cried through the


" The great god Pan





Voice (farther





Julian the Apostate

no more!

The Emperor is slain! LoNGiNUS (trembles) 'Tis furilier off And going toward Palmyra. Yes, I heard


I did not dream.


— Would you

—Where are you? — Nymphas!

Leave an old man alone I
[Totters, supported on his staff, toward the





[Exit right.]

Scene VII
{The scene

changed without lowering the curtain)

The square before Apelles' house in Palmyra, as in Act III. Night, as The door of the temple at before; moonlight and the glow of the fire.
the rear is open; the basilica seems to be burning. Enter Apelles, Nymphas, Sabbaeus and a band of armed "young Palmyrans "; partly from the temple, partly from the pillared gate behind the basilica. Trumpets resound on all sides, even during the change

of scene.

Apelles (angrily).

Who was it threw the brand into Who dared set fire to it

yon church?



do not know,


That infuriates

The Christians, who gave way, to righteous wrath Alarms our friends and multiplies our foes.



— I knew




[Fresh trumpet-calls.] you undervalued

The praetor and

his forces.

He escaped


Voice {behind the scene). Julian the Apostate

no more


The Emperor
Apelles {alarmed).

is slain!


[All stand amazed.]


The Emperor dead?


that a


XVI— 6



Agrippa {behind the scene). Hark, citizens! The Emperor has fallen. Hark, the last Then charge the heathen emperors dead



His host are with



Scene VIII
Agrippa (the son of Jarchai, a
citizens enter

citizen, in

through the gate, right.

armor) and a troop of armed Fresh trumpet-calls, right and


they — Ye incendiaries, See, but a handful.






Agrippa, son of Jarchai,


of you in God's

What, we
me, —

surrender? — Nymphas,


to surrender.

stand near

Our goal

be free, not to surrender. [Motioning with his sword for his band to
is to


DowTi with the enemies of the ancient gods Voice {as before).
Julian the Apostate


no more!

The Emperor is dead [The Palmyrans ivho are pressing forward
with Apelles halt as the voice rings out; then shrink slowly bach in timid hesitation.]


{to his band).

You hear



Foretells our victory by his messenger. See, fear has turned the miscreants to stone.

Nymphas {overcoming

his dread).

My brothers, why
fight with

shrink back there?

You who

gods and mortals, if need were. a mere voice affright you? Listen how Does The martial trumpets shout encouragement,

Freedom and


involuntarily/ tries to hold


[Advances; tears himself free from Apelles,
Let go!
Agrippa, son of Jarchai.

— On guard,




Agrippa (staggers, but recovers). Before I fall, though.

repay that

[Wounds Nymphas;
Apelles (shrieks). Agrippa (on the ground).




on one knee, lags a hand on his breast.]


them down!




[Trumpets from left.] hear ye? Those are our people


Send them to seek their emperor [The band of Agrippa attacks and drives off that of Apelles with them Sabbaeustoward the left; from without continuous tumult and clang of weapons. For some moments only Agrippa, Nymphas and Apelles are on the stage. Apelles kneels

by Nymphas, supporting him.]
Child! you're bleeding

But surely

you'll not


Yes, I



Don't leave me.


(in wild despair). You shall not die




have willed:

You must


So young, so good. must not.

—Ye gods


I will try to live.

[Raises himself slowly. has come back from left, they press toward Apelles.]

A party of the victors

Agrippa (on the ground). Strike him down Victory to you Apelles (kills one of his assailants, the others shrink bach).
! !




Stand up, stand up, my (sinks back on his knee).


I cannot, father.





never ends! — Oh


die after you.

I curse

Death, where

art thou?

Show me thy countenance Slay me along with him

slayest — Come on, ye him,

If thou

I offer to



you and


[Throws away his unarmored breast.



\^Some brandish their swords at him, but ivithout hitting him; then, with the others, they shrink timidly back from him.] Agrippa.

Ye then


Can you not unmanned?




Stay here, and


butchers, swing the axe,

[He goes toward them; they



And none

has power to



—accurst. N>anphas!


him again and sinks on one knee

beside him.]





What would you?
Take {points backward) To die before my goddess



to the


This one time more,



— And


bear you;


temple. Take here your latest victim

That none more falls

to you,

Be accurst, when this is offered



{in his arms).





[Apelles bears him into the open temple, flings shut the door behind him. From left


right troops of the conquering citizens throng on the stage. Far and near trum-


(to the citizens ivho


would help him up). I must perish here.
the temple


fire into





Square in Palmyra, as in Act III; hut now a place of ruins. Before Apelles' house stand but a few walls, of the temple only a row of pillars and several cross-beams, the rest is debris, broken columns and
mighty blocks in and before the temple piled one upon another; grass and flowers grow between the stones. The basilica stands open, without doors; it is also partly destroyed and burnt out.



Sabbaeus {middle-aged, bearded) Maeonius and four young Palmyrans {other than those of Act IV) sit about on blocks of stone and pieces of columns; some have garlands lying near them or hanging on their


Maeonius {stands up). Would you repose yet longer? With sitting still here. Let us


am weary



any hungry jackal! — Wait awhile.

smiling ) Lazy as full-gorged snakes!

Well, let us then

Lie here like snakes the serpent and the lizard wherefore not the sons of Thrive well here



We 've


in time


for to the Vale of

'Tis but five

hundred paces





a spot for dreaming.

Gaily rustles

grass, the crickets chirp and all the old Pillars and walls and fragments which the tooth


Of time has gnawed

And when

at evening

it makes one think a bit. from the garden there

gloomy and dejected. Seleucus {sings again). You sang a song whicli Which T linvo hoard long years since.) There by the pillars? No contented man If such a one by night I well believe. [A^o^ices Apelles. lying in his coffin! {softly). Greetings to you. ! Lovely Adonis a pretty song my favorite. his gray hair disheveled. Deep beneath the blossoming earth descending. He comes hitlier. further rest. and Maeonius grants Whose A Maeonius. Sing us the Grecian ditty of Adonis. Seleucus. So decrees all-powerful Zeus: thou must now. it.86 THE GERMAN CLASSICS The boys are chanting — (To one of the boys. Should meet me in the Vale of Tombs. Then I'll stretch sing! (sings). a staff hand. shalt kiss the golden-haired Aphrodite. in springtime the brooks are Thou And Sabbaeus. I'd think: he's coming from tlio biirial-crypt . by Zeus. in in his neglected.] Look! Who's standing (In an undertone. fantastic clothing. Seleucus sang Maeonius {pointing . So be it. I — Of Adonis. Sabbaeus. oh youth lamented. Scene II Apelles appears in the background between the standing pillars. When once more babbling. feast it is today.) Sing a song. to the singer). Lovely Adonis. From Maeonius Apelles. shalt greet the sunlight. We thus perform The rites with honor. He remains there listening. Me Seleucus — Come. Kiss the lips of shadowy Persephoneia. out again.

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only once. And think to do these many days. nods). interdict the old gods' festivals. excepting him — He got away. — And hence the garlands there. Nay.) If you'll Maeonius {confidentially). he came back. : Beside this temple. stranger. You said They Sabbaeus. They all fell {pointing to Sabbaeus). And Not for another cause.THE MASTER OF PALMYRA Sabbaeus. — The Master though Is said to wander restless Jesus Christ Has damned him to live on — or may be An earthquake . year ago. old man. years later When 'twas forgotten. tell the strict church-fathers of Palmyra: would look glum enough. Sabbaeus {smiling contentedly). Although there was one more. a it — twicethen. in day Palmyra. and will not have heard the tale. First now no temple more. So I'm living still. {Smiling. — . 'Tis the festal 87 Of the young god Adonis Apelles {thinks. You are A Apelles. foundashattered the tions — No temple can stand that. and in yon temple Was burned but others said again he lived. Him whom I saw him they called the Master of Palmyra 'twas on that night. He was seen afterward — as they affirmed — . Yes. all fell. go to deck the tombstones of our sires — Who Fell when for the sake of freedom and the gods the Emperor Julian died. was the fire and it . They even want They To We Sabbaeus. somewhat. Apelles {to Maeonius). It is the day. He fought most furiously. Maeonius.

iiul wliicli f cnp from if : drank. in ivonder). and wiitc l)e- iK'. though. what 's to do ? We bear it. in you. know. Maeonius Apelles. The wise man says Bend and submit. Yes. That's all done. You deck Of those who young men. am naught. Small has Palmyra grown. Apelles. and so enjoy the hour. Empire. Apelles. We drift so with the times. at least. — Well. pluck the day As saith "I was naiiglit. — Crack! — 'Twill Eoman Together for awhile. Well. And iiH'U upon iriy Sliall 'I'll*' eat. Apelles (aside).'il . lie livos : nnd Xymplias the cpitnpli : dicMl! Maeonius. thev should He Apelles. hold up. but even now One may live well therein. And where. him awhile sir. should they be ? Perhaps You must be down. Barbarian tribes are roaming up and down Through all the world. too was there died. as on tlint Koman's. the graves Maeonius. Maeonius. We're The Christians Sabbaeus. in inv li. That he may have us who'll but let us live.88 THE GERMAN CLASSICS Some other Christian saint. jest and follow!" place li my grave. joking. And for the It fares just like the temple. Maeonius. Do lliou who livest. mai'bic image. they overcome our armies And sack the provinces. And you ? And we? Do you still hope? For what? For {looks at better times. but then 'twill fall. drink.

solo). friend. Sabbaeus. and now begin singing. about your mud volcanoes. or else he mocks be. holding Short Father Zeus — . Seleucus. left. is your pride. Where muddy craters belched and icebergs I've been floated. — Despite the years you still And marvelous saw: *' straight in carriage. to Dream you about your Of ice that float. Rose that glowest robe — like Aphrodite's purple All (chorus). Are not so wise. Mark the Eat. who have already gone off. And Sabbaeus. Jest on and drink ! He (softly). old man. Farewell. softly laughing with one another. [They go. old man. aloft the shrine of Pillar." You. where in the zenith burns the sun And where it journeys on the rim of heaven. going farther away. We're The Vale of Tombs. are strongly built. Where has your way led? Amid many nations. — Apelles. and come. Your aspect is not merry. Where night was long as is the winter here. bergs Yes. Maeonius.THE MASTER OF PALMYRA * ' . yet I never was as wise as ye. .) going. Be merry again. (Aloud. dotes. us.] Farewell. and live whatever else may be Fire and earth will swallow. 89 Drink. And many countries yea.'] Seleucus (singing. 'Tislate. Maeonius All is not right within his head. belike through all. gradually jest. drink and and follow! " [Follows the others. may Leave him.

— the world. My life upon its heels is treading." Ye happy people To be glad and die. Ah ! From As the remotest wanderings I come back. when Their bodies are unburied. which. all! . House of my goddess. Before yon — there. {Turning toivard the basilica. Seleucus. though the spirit named Repose had called to the me. For ere long hand — will close you a cold but mighty By none ! denied. — (Looking around. — And yet I cannot die. Persida. men say. so I. enjoy While lids are wide. Who madly gave herself unto a heaven That banished me.) Much lauded work of mine. Hope.) home. Ye walls yet stand. as Night upon day and winter upon autumn. comfort. Seleucus. And you my temple yonder. my evening star. . All. look out on your fill All. Fortune called.90 THE GERMAN CLASSICS You may not bide. A living dead man. lay in the dust The glory of my sunmier. of grief. — My gentle Njinphas breathed away his soul My late. my purest joy. Twin glad eyes. ah Vale of Tombs around me here Like to the souls of the departed. Bearing my slain but yet unburied life. *^ Apelles {has listened in silence). By none denied. but curses For on her threshold I called upon her last. Roam round the dwellings of the dead. There rang the door Here home — Unwillingly when Phoebe fled from me And took my spring with her. 'Tis an eternal winter camped upon The cold and snowv mortcloth of dead summer. Last remnants of my house. haunt this field of corpses.

but without the lyre. I would go down III ! Scene Pausanias comes out from the remains of Apelles' house. And Send a new race of mortals to the light. in them renews himself When that is over. Away Are pride and scorn.THE MASTER OF PALMYRA 91 not I. and will those Me Apelles. then. {Strikes his brow with clenched fist. ! Dead are my days. lost Then come. Pausanias. lives in others. to live on. I wander over tombs.) be it shattered. Who grows in them. who only seem to live (To Pausanias. for high in heaven stands My ! — — — ' * Forever written. Pleasure! I have drunk pleasure to the lees. twin friends Of yours. I call thee ' ' — — but alas! If ere the cry of mortals the fervent voice I am not mortal — if ! Of a May wanderer. Death. I'm weary unto death. reach thine ear. The weary perish. And now my Ye only toil is. Pleasure and Work. You see. weary with his crying. not I life rolls on. He only truly lives who — . Longinus died The weeping and the laughing generations — And temples fall to earth people perish Like to the moon and stars Not I. be opened. us devour. thou ferryman of the dead. oh earth.) And if the sign of life Lead me away I ! Is graven on this forehead. flaming through the night In which I restless wander. For dry stalwart limbs. no longer drive forth from youf I would go down. . I Am I now welcome. hear you. accurst be ye Is all the joy and impulse of existence. as in Act IV.

And Uke all other mortals I would perish. — iiook you The inu- only tiicic: . Patience is That dead. No Be who you may. with all in I cannot.'] Though you would die. A poison. Only remembrance lives within my soul. that I shall be the last the slumbers? that this Slowly and ness — — or softly hand does not with grating harshthe light? tell? Ope but the door that leads into To otherwhere? To who can — Apelles. to tli<' Can give living. Give me o])livi()n ! Pausanias. Pausanias {shakes his head). })nt not killing. and the spirit's voice Passed judgment on you by her lips: " Thou shalt Forever wake without the sleep of death! " At length you call me ? How you scorned me erst. you I want. me that's dead. Here lay the Christian. the monster Do you ' * ' ' ' * ' ' ! know Quite so monstrous am I not. " better? Me Who lays Of all the weary head upon the pillow And heals the pain that knows no other sleep. I have the right of death. shall I live? In patience.92 THE GERMAN CLASSICS I am a man. li\ for my it ciiosen ones. The spirit of hell. I have not power to slay you. I>iit 'Tis at my disposal. 'tis Death. the " Care-Keleaser. Apelles. And who stands pledge. Pausanias [Throws himself on the ground. I have no part in you. I'm the Consoler too. deeply wounding. What's life tome? How Pausanias. 'Tis matter. Apelles.

'Tis not Zoe. found both killed. with With that mysterious glance. her cheek mantle She seems pale though. Her serious air accords with melancholy. That ( is the Christian . her child and husband. She walked again and looked into (Shivering. fire 93 Which. with the temple. Yet Pausanias. But by a wonder she awoke to life. Them It buried her. — Noble Slowly. built so long ago. half conceals her countenance. 'tis not sad — (Suddenly. Behold! Apelles. closer. Led by a Pausanias. (Pointing to his forehead. effort. covered with the They wreck. — butVaguely glimmers yet suddenly methought my face. Yet walks she her form. Zoe It ! Pausanias smiling ) The dead return not. in eye.) ! Ye gods! Well. . Do you Still but look.THE MASTER OF PALMYRA Toward yonder church you ished. — How you 're dreaming be. young. The time the earthquake tumbled down that roof. her. Her I saw Uncounted years since. and a Enfolding. boy.) Her likeness here. ! may In hair.) Yon other. like. in this or that the two are Look Apelles. is Apelles. is — She looks away. what's amiss? Apelles. Pausanias She has lost her strength. I do but see a — woman there. earth and demol- So that the sky looks in upon the floor You ornamented w^ith your bright mosaics.

{In dreamy wonder. it seems . She is young and pale. her head covered.) the days gone by for wondrously It minds me of — . Behold her still. Let him give praise to God \One of the. she prevents her. kindly and charmingly. are begging her for counsel. comfort. She smiles as well. several women and children (all out of the b<isilica). because she fain would lielp She These people here. talks w^ith all. Oblivion ! — Ye gods! Pausanias ApELIoES. Assistance. lost.) which she resembles ZoE. behind her an Old Man. do you start? She comes. As from Pausanias. — — . Let rest the days gone by. I lie E'en for your Ihanks.} . ( 77<e part With her a Boy on whom she leans. Hush! Scene IV Zenobia in enters. Around her stand Women and children men are coming. thank you. Zenobia (to the ivomen). who look on her as holy And blest of God. . is plai/ed hji the same actress. too. Stand aside! Pausanias. the very glance With which she wrote on me the curse of living. Now go. even miracles. She talks with each.94 THE GERMAN CLASSICS And folk believe it as a wonder still. — Why Apelles. ivomen tries — where to Jciss it belongs. and looks again With that mysterious look. A youthful smile. They also think the grace of God bestowed On her oblivion for none has heard her : Lament for those she Apelles. Zenobia 's dress. thank you wlio would tlinnk yet more. in a dark dress.

THE MASTER OF PALMYEA ! ! 95 Let go my dress Would you again degrade Yourself so far by making me august I'll know you. Exit Old Man. who have gone out. reincarnate. Has stood so often in my path. — Go Love it ! with patience. no more. do ye across Yon unknown countenance like the That tinge the rainbow wrought of dewy light 1 Approaches here the spirit. his wretched life on a stone in contemplation.] 'twill And have sunshine. — Let Then your child again. off painfully. aside). that ! Ye changing my flit life has seen varied hues Blossom and wither.] and loves it So sick ! — [She sits still. then. old man. How many faces I behold in hers aspects. Zenobia with a friendly smile calls her back. cannot lengthen life and will not either. left.] Apelles {has watched Zenobia with increasing emotion. [The child runs to her. "W^ich. [Old Man moves coughing. you freely I — you so closely cling to life. Go to the doctor and beseech his aid. [Exeunt mother and child.] What would you more? was no enchantress. Zenobla. Only the Old Man I told I If remains.} A word Me kiss still. she kisses to the mother. as if To say: while thou hast clung unchangeably . [The woman shrinks away in embarrassment with her child. left. living on from one form to another. it. stick. after the others. looks after propped on a him ! compassionately.

) . . Elabel ! The old man sits down yonder. I must entreat her. Phoebe ? Not Zoe ? Apelles. if not a saint. empty shade outlived thyself. . {Smiling. to do nothing. come near. left. The dinmess hovers round me. A vision of the soul. I.^ who. and grow — — Into my I see into the being and are future . .) want to sit here Apelles. Through But still progressing onward to my goal? And as an — I will. Oblivion! {regarding hiin long and tvith deep thought). And yet they run. like to distant flashes Of lightning through the darkness of my dream. These names you speak of. this balsam of the gods. Do you not know me too! I'm called Zenobia. left. . — — . And more. Zenobia {looks at him wonderingly). I saw you.96 THE GERMAN CLASSICS To this one form which calls itself Apelles. to the Zenoblv {has again looked toward the Boy). dimness of the mind A strange. And Leave me then. Zenobia at least of death. in an hour. mysterious then not so gray first young I saw you. — Wonderful stranger. Forgive my prayer. Then living shapes rise up. You if you be Are good and tender-hearted Another aspect of the soul which has So wondrously companioned me or if The grace of God has granted you oblivion Of what you erstwhile suffered: help me too Unto this boon. Go and give him I A gold piece. . And yet are you ? The half Who — — In dreams In a magic twilight. — — — older. Now the mist! — {Smiling. For I know you not. form to form I passed in zigzag fashion. And older yet. Apelles approaches. Come back [Exit Boy. No.

] Zenobia (after a pause. Apelles ! Apelles {stands Vol. that so often Hast come across my path thou lovely flame At last I comprehend Of manifold life The holy Master's meaning. Thou riddle full of wonder. And so be ripening ever for the future. And we. may slowly ripen unto God. The mysterious music of Act I sounds again. My curse Till in — — Is fixed.THE MASTER OF PALMYRA Forgive. with changed look and soleynn voice). sweet presagings. The vital spirit leaps from form to form Narrow is man's existence. . I wander forth upon my way. one shape only Mid thousands can it seize on and evolve. But comforts too with awful. Which only God can fill If it endure. still). who sorely proves me. Zenobia. The teeming ocean of eternity. Follow me. beauteous dream! But not for me. In change it blooms. 97 Hence believe I often dream so. Perchance. Zenobia listens with awakening spirit. I now recall. Meanwhile I would be kind and good to all men. But both are wrong. as thou. Can hold but that then let it strive not toward . Until the Spirit calls with : dawning! Apelles {shaken. ! The day is — . after a long silence). clarifying ! — A pure light 'tis glorified. from form to form Widening its narrow nature. [Goes slowly to the columns. I have but yielded me Unto the will of God. The pious often hail me as a saint. Farewell. Call'st Thou me by name? XVI— 7 . Yes. but too late. The mocking doubters that I've lost my wits.

sweet cessation. to some other where.] Apelles. comprehends The mystery of life. eye upon thy forehead I see engraved the sign that makes thee 'Tis but is clear : And a voice cries : Let now deliverance Be his who. THE GERMAN CLASSICS And now mine sleepless. by some foreknowledge. if thus my soul Might fade across into the night of peace. That is the song. — ready. — thrills Zenobia cool. Ah yes. . Ah.] Like Adonis Shall I return to daylight? — Zenobia. thy hand is Of coldness heart. — They're coming back . . No. [He sinks before her. Song {of the in the distance.98 Zenobia. Come near to me and try if I can cool The brow which gloweth feverish hot with life And yearneth for refreshment. Thou slialt learn. al- 'Twas the too? Is't last song of Nymphas My Darker grow the heavens. A gentle shock through me from head to ! — A Zenobia. [His gaze becomes fixed. last. Lovely Adonis : ! Apelles (as they sing). Kiss the lips of shadowy Persephoneia. in So decrees all-powerful Zeus thou must now. — Never to wake! Or young Palmy rans chorus). she lays a hand on his forehead. no illusion? 'tis within mine eyes here. Deep beneath the blossoming earth descending. sorely tested. the lore of death. . subdued.

[Dies. — for you to me were sweet you much Bloom now for others! All ye living things.^ Touches me: thanks. — 'Tis Another hand thou! —I give thee the — The song continues through other strophes. approaching. and blossom in the sun! I loved — Mother Earth farewell! — — Apelles goes to rest.) . cold. Oh be ye glad.THE MASTER OF PALMYRA Apelles.'] (Curtain. 99 So be it then. [Pausanias stands behind Apelles and quietly takes his upraised hand.

New York [QSTRIA'S representation among the really writers who have effectively assisted great in the development of German literature ^ during the nineteenth century is not very named among the best known. Hunter College. in the capital of Austria. and that only once. But this noble occupation bore very little fruit for the elder Anzengruber. One of the most prominent writers of what is large. poetry^ and poetizing came to him as an for his father. By overwork he undermined his health and found an early grave. only one of his dramas was played from manuscript at Budapest. a typical Austrian and a Viennese with all the marked characteristics of these people. He was bom 1839. this cause are usually But the few who were called to help this kind was Ludwig Anzengruber. an undei*paid clerk in one of the inheritance. dying in 1844. had to admit that he possessed poetic talent which needed only favorable conditions for its proper development. Ph.THE LIFE OF LUDWIG ANZENGRUBER By Adolf Busse. the most popular authors because they have mostly written for the large masses of the people. Detennined to give her son the education and training which Ms father had ])laniied for him. government offices. Those who knew him. Associate Professor of German. November 29. Few of his poems and none of his dramatic writings ever appeared in print during his lifetime. used his leisure hours in writing lyric poetry and composing dramas. however. when his son The love for Ludwig was not quite five years old.D. and. the widow bravely set out to find bread and ])utter for herself and her boy. [100] . of special significance.

this most faithful and most patient of all mothers of poets. yet it took him a little more than two years to realize that he was not made for a salesman in a bookstore. according to his own statement. He satisfied. changing his master whenever forced by necessity. accepting a position in a theatrical troop and becoming an actor. Ludwig. his thirst for books and reading. and he therefore chose the drama as the more began to intrust to suitable vehicle for his ideas. he never moved his fingers to perform his duties. had gradually lost interest in the dry routine of his daily school task and was therefore far less sorry than his mother when he could lay aside his. . except under orders. then a boy of sixteen. Moved by the erroneous idea that a position in a bookstore would offer the most satisfactory work to a boy madly fond of reading. but he admits also that he was the laziest rascal of a salesman.LUDWIG ANZENGRUBER 101 Through many years she kept up the often hopeless struggle. Following in their path he soon found lyric and epic verse a very scanty means of expression for what he felt he was destined to preach to his country. His books and start out to earn a living for himself. Schiller and Grillparzer were his models. For a time he then followed the dictates of his heart and pen and paper what w^as stirring his youthful mind. and that. his ideas concerning life and its purpose. His musings about nature. As such he traveled for six years (1860-66) throughout the Austrian Empire. notions on political problems of the day found expression in rhymed verse. Not being able to find a manager who would undertake to stage his youthful productions. and at last her courage and perseverance were checked by a complete breakdown of her health. But his time for literary honors had not yet come. and his. wandered with him from town to town during all these years. he left rhyme and verse alone and tried to satisfy his passion for the theatre by a different path. Like his father he set his ideals very high. his mother apprenticed him to a publisher and bookseller in Vienna.

" as he at this time called his home town. We hear of only one day of real sunshine during these six years.102 THE GERMAN CLASSICS all She shared with him the hardships of such constant traveling. Angry Diana. and the large audience. The material small. Yet fortune smiled at him only once. very small. Their technique and character-delineation show grave defects. his play-writing were accepted weekly with a considerable circulation. of course. ])ut they are written with much dramatic power and in a masterly style. indeed hardly sufficient to mother. But no matter how often he went around w4th them from one theatre office to another. and Polizze were later counted among his best pieces. therefore. For one month's work he never received more than about fourteen dollars as a maximum salary. '' the focus of intellectual life. and it is hard to comprehend how the young man with such high aspirations could endure the life of a wandering actor for six long years. when lamenting about the high cost of living was not the order of the day. Again he wielded his pen. The compensation and stories. from by The Wanderer. such a sum represented. lie realized that h(? could not depend on Dame Fortune for a living and. At last he went back to Vienna. revising old plays and composing new ones. received the play with much applause. there was no manager who was willing to give the young writer a second chance. wliich had anticipated a good joke because they had not expected anything serious from the pen of the awkward actor. after another short engagement as an actor on . Only a number of short stories which he had written as a diversion Some of these plays among them The Letter that Killeth. true starvation wages. even at that time. In 1865 his director had accepted one of his plays {Temptation) and staged it while were very support himself and his profits the troop was playing at Marburg in Styria. The per- formance was a great success. a for these stories was. enduring every privation and straggling at his side through all the disappointments which he was destined to meet in his new calling. The Gloomy Epitaph.

. ..\'ezf York GEORiiE-MAVEK LUDWIG ANZENGRUBEK .. .Permissloti Beii. i u. . . i. .

He even does not deny the blessing of the church to the body of Sepp's mother. when he which removes him from his parish. ance of the rector's predecessor has robbed Sepp of all happiness of life and love. it the char- But by giving purpose and by observing strictly tlio artistic rules of dramatic techni(iue. of improper conduct. but I shall wait quietly what the future will bring. Sepp is w^atching them very closely." all In this drama Anzengruber had embodied acteristics of the Volksstiick. In this play he raised his voice in favor of true liberalism and freedom of thought. the young rector of the Kirchfeld parish. is eager proclaim the doctrine of genuine love and good fellowship. ever. the Root-Digger). not only by word of mouth but by noble example. however. from its low level and gave the recognized forms of the drama. As arranged before the trouble came to a head. He soon accuses him. although she died by committing suicide. and excites the whole congregation by his accusations. Rev. in order to catch words here and there which he can use against the rector. Howleaves the village. Bright. Soon. who The intoleris at odds with himself and the whole world. even the songs. lie at once raised the Vnlksit a place among stiick. though without any foundation in fact. But all his acts of self-denial are futile. But the parson does not strike back. enemies spring up right and left the worst " " among them is Wurzelsepp (Joe. Perhaps a free church in the Fatherland will call her faith- ful son back from exile. The play made a deep a noble . was destined to be his first real success. he thinks he has a chance to avenge himself on the clergy whom he now hates as a class. Bright has taken into his house a pretty young orphan girl. which he wrote after he had entered upon his dut^ies as a police clerk. The consistory has taken up Sepp's accusations and calls Bright before the to . it is with these words of ** I am going to suffer punishhopefulness for his church: ment. clerical court. he marries Anna to a worthy and prosperous young farmer. as a type.104 THE GERMAN CLASSICS Rector of the Kirchfeld Parish.

but him. yet the drama will live as a masterpiece of German literature. This time. The right man has. You may write as many more plays as you wish. and even today it is one of the most popular of the author's plays. after its first presentation in Vienna. In 1872. he set out to perform what he considered his duty. convincing style and its very concise form." you ** I shall indeed write a still Anzengruber calmly replied. He was not mistaken about his own future. Bettelheim. the present Nestor among the German writers of provincial novels. The Farmer Forsivorn (reproduced in this volume). The theatres of the conunon people had been lacking a repertoire of good plays. sent a very favorable review to a Vienna newspaper. And was staged. one of Anzengruber 's younger contemporaries. and this indorsement moved the whole press of * * the capital to give Anzengruber the recognition that due to him. Not because of its somewhat gruesome plot was this tragedy soon known and played throughout Germany. of joy over Anzengruber 's play. said to Rosegger. but rather because of its. Though it may have dealt very severe and painful blows to the theatre-goers of the poet's day and. greater play.appeared at the right time and in the right place. was A few days after Rosegger 's still full * * article the two writers met." Rosegger. though its somewhat harrowing details may be too harsh even for the theatre public of today. the play stronger than its immediate forerunner.LUDWIG ANZENGRUBER 105 impression wherever it was acted. said. will never produce anything greater than your Rector. It was but natural that the successful presentation of the poet kept his word. the critics were unanimous in their praise of Anzengruber. was greater and — . a year after the Rector. one of them went so far as to compare the play with King Lear. his next play. and since no one else was ready ' ' and willing to preach art and culture to these people from the stage. It is a powerful from the literary and critical point of view pertragedy haps the most accomplished play he has written.

and all former relations are restored. The wives are now. a capital idea. often forgotten moral Stone-breaker. the wives of the apostates deny their husbands all conjugal relations until they have repented and made a pilgrimage this declaration. hardly nine months after the first presentation of The Farmer Forsworn. the Stone-breaker. sign merely The clergymen are anxious to thwart this by act of disloyalty to the church. women more concerned about The play is by no means a mere farce. of course. He proposes that the young un- One married of the village should fonn a club and acThe g-irls are at once ready to the penitents. In quick succession he wrote a number of similar plays during the next decade. company enter into this cons])iracy. aroused by them. ridicules the attempt to suphowever. cross marks. to Rome. We see at once that the author treats a very serious problem of the day. tlu. prepared to devote himself once more entirely to his art. It is a fine comedy of woman's shrewdness. but some of the signers of unable to write their names.106 THE GERMAN CLASSICS He sliould strengthen the poet's confidence in resigned his position as government clerk and two such plays himself. he wishes to drive home more than one well-known but Hanns. their own marital rights than about the eternal salvation of their husbands. and. the opponents of the dogrua of papal infallibility. The author has bestowed a great sage. The Cross Markers. another drama. is deal of care on the delineation of this character and him his favorite figure — so much made In so that he later became the principal character of a number of short stories. In the same year. the typical peasant the real expounder of Anzengruber's sound and optimistic views of life. . was brought on the stage and was well received by public and critics. the pilgrimage is called off. It is entirely in accord with his conception of life that he embodies it in a comedy and press rational convictions. principle. The farmers of the village of Zwentdorf are about to express in writing their allegiance to the Old-Catholic Party. llanns. upon hits of the signers.

The poet ventured to offer the play ta the Burgtheater of Vienna. composed. and a strong sermon on the necessity and value of a good conscience. declined theatre. the poet left the path he had heretofore followed. as a pathfinder. and well acted. to follow the author. the sister of a friend of his poet school-days. of a very conservative set of people. Another peasant play. in spite of his good intentions. which he wrote after the Worm of Conscience. But. Anzengruber was bound to lose the right direction now and then and to commit serious mistakes. however. as for a long time it barred his return to the same stage and thus made the recognition of his work as one of the leading German dramatists more difficult. doleful views of life. In Heart and Hand. taking plot and characters from the recognized circles of '' society." in order to depict a marital crisis through which.LUDWIG ANZENGRUBER 107 spoken and written utterance of his later life the poet delights in quoting his Hanns whenever possible. With the next play. he overstocked his plot with gruesome scenes and over-emphasized ' ' Two weeks . Happy as the day of his wedding may have been for him. It — after the first performance of Elfriede the married Adeline Lipka. both parties pass without harm. Elfriede (1873)." Again he was a good prophet of his fate. His dearly beloved mother passed through a critical illness and soon after that he experienced a complete failure with his next play. With a truly astounding tenacity he wrote at the end of the year to his The triumph which I have afforded my enemies publisher. the audience. result was more or less a failure which was all the more unfortunate for Anzengruber. The Daughter of the Usurer (1873). The Worm of Conscience (1874). at that time still the leading German It was accepted. It is another protest against bigotry and gloomy. carefully staged. a. regained to him what he had lost in prestige by the preceding failures. shall be of short duration. it occurred in a year (1873) that brought to him nothing but misfortune and disappointments. as is ordinarily the case at the but Burgtheater.

the same convincing form of argumentation. Auerbach. The Badge of Shame. thereby doing considerable harm to the otherwise normal development of plot and characters. The moral which he aims to drive home is found at Die end of tliis tragcnly of parenthood. he won back the admirers he had disappointed by his former play. he did not let fortune or misfortune influence his productivity. . The author takes the Austrian capital for a background and uncovers with rigid truthfulness the corruplion of certain lower bourgeois circles. This first successful novel was followed by two plays. an admirer induced the poet to accept a present of a thousand florins so that he might have the necessary time and leisure for this revision. showed the same individuality of style. With The Double Suicide (1876). however. in a weekly. to the request of the editors and laid the scene of the second half of the story in Vienna. Later he rewrote the second part in accordance with his original conceptions under the pretense that a . the friend of his boyhood days. Against his own will he yielded. At the same time he published a novel. Die Heimat. know what it means for some people to have been reared by tlK'ir own parents. and others. Rosegger.108 THE GERMAN CLASSICS critics laid the sentimentalities of the peasant play. number of American friends were interested in his work. and a very poor first perform- ance. from the Undismayed. and the same intimate knowledge of life as his dramas. both fully measuring up to the standard he had set by his former plays. The latter. The stress the on this weakness. especially. The Farm without a Farmer (1876) and The Fourth Commandment (1878). were the reasons why the piece very soon disappeared stage. shows the same vigor of style and the same didactic force as The Farmer Forsworn. where a young criminal says ** Yon do not to a priest. With this work he fell in line with such famous writers of provincial novels as His novel Gotthelf. however. a comedy overflowing with fun and humor. Wlicn yon teach your ciiildren.

and the censor insisted on several changes in the Such criticism. Only the strong sense of duty toward his family induced him to endure patiently the hardship of his position and forced him later even to accept the place of a coeditor of the comic journal Figaro. the financial crisis forced many theatre directors to close their houses. of which The Sternstein Farm is to be mentioned as one of the best. but he never touched the hearts of his followers so deeply as in the former. however. nor did he ever depict life again in such vivid colors. Among the plays which he sent out after this tragedy must be mentioned as the most notable: Old Citizens of Vienna. and the great theatre conflagrations. others as exuberant as The Cross Markers. Circumstances were constantly against him. The Badge of Shame. Noble w^as the service which Anzengruber endeavored to render to his country. and he continued on the path which he considered right." It was an almost cruel picture. entering deeply into life and the . But he detested the reading of manuscripts of undesirable and mediocre contributions.LUDWIG ANZENGRUBER ' 109 fail to Honor your father and your mother. do not ' preach from the pulpit to their parents that they must show themselves worthy of this honor. especially since the book market was also very poor. the weekly that had printed his novel. especially that of the Burg theatre in 1881. had a bad effect upon theatre attendance. These reverses made the otherwise miserable conditions of the playhouses in Austria almost hopeless and affected seriously the poet's income. but it was a service without proper compensation. Once more the poet builds up an action full of well outlined characters and strong scenes. could not affect original text. In order to secure again a regular living income. Anzengruber's eagerness to preach the plain truth. During the period of his official relations with Die Heimat he contributed a number of short stories and novels. The Reversed Wooing. Some are just as gruesome as The Fourth Commandment. he accepted in 1880 the offer of a coeditorship in Die Heimat. In 1873. and The Blow with the Fist.

the protectorate of which is in : the hands of the German Emperor is . and in his unceasing struggle for daily bread his body broke down early. again. in 1887. his inner his faith in the goodness of hmnanity. in his modesty. but the men prominent in the arts and sciences. you belong to the universe and the universe belongs — . all differences. He wished to regain for them wholesome and ever invigorating truth. to whom he. Miiller Prize. Much as he appreciated these distinctions. he finished his earthly course. . whose jury of the tion due him. he also proves himself the idealist who believes firmly in conciliation. It is. through the letters in Germany and influence of Gustav Freytag. the daily press. P. Anzengruber was a pioneer as a man and as a poet. His ambition was to be a liberator of his countrymen from the destructive falsehoods of life and from the misery into which a mendacious idolatry and empty worship of authority had led his nation. the Stone-breaker one said to me: 'Nothing can happen to you. the J. and The many disap- pointments began to tell on his health. and faith in wliat His optimism is best expressed in the is good and noble. not surprising that the poet gradually lost his bright naivete. never looked for recognition. on the 10th of December. fate treated him with its customary irony. But. and the critics were withholding the full share of recogniPrize. With other poets he shared in the award of three of the most coveted prizes for high achievement in German literature in 1878. esteemed him highly. The common people whom he wished to serve often hesitated to bestow their full approval. '* I felt as if some words of Hanns. the Grillparzer most eminent men of composed Austria and in 1888. even the greatest amount of suffering does not count. there was a deep undertone of feeling in him that the public. 1889. in the final solution of all adjustment of problems. the Schiller Prize. when life is gone.110 THE GERMAN CLASSICS terrible conflicts of a disgraced woman's soul. A few days after his fiftieth birtliday. and in the In his noble striving. therefore. harmony.


of Crossroads Farm . from Altranning. the Woods KAnEf First I her nieces The Barber of Ottenschlao ) Second t V Smugglers ^^ Smugglers. ^ > his children . rustics from the Crossroads Farm. . Frank Andrew f IIellereib.LUDWIG ANZENGRUBER THE FARMER FORSWORN DRAMATIS PERSONiE MATxniAs Febner. couherd Lizzy Burger. his son The Foreman Biddy Mattie Barbara Annie Maggie Maid. an old looman VeroniC V (irandchildren her •* Levy. and from Ottenschlag [112] . .servants on Hellerer'a f Farm Micky. a pedlar Aunty RosiE ) o' .. oioner of Adam Farm Toxr. owner Cuescence) .

I can't stand all these chirping young sparrows. (1872) TRANSLATED BY ADOLF BUSSE. Lighting his short pipe he advances strongly to the bucket and the watering can. {Sits down by the well it. where old. Hunter College. and how pious the wenches are. Of course it's just for the sake of the boys. An empty Scene I Foreman {from like all the other the house to the right. about fifty years streaked with gray. which he touches Hello! Here's another one slightly with his foot). to the right the servants' quarters extending to the last side wing.) [113] XVI— 8 . But this first one. well. I just let that go by. It's wonderful how they take to this church-going. confound and won't burn! Vol. Through the open barn at the rear one can look into the The buildings to the right and left are level with the yard. In the right foreground a filled. his hair — they sprawl in the pews and pull the girls-' apronstrings and step on their toes in the aisle of the church well. the masters' and lovers' mass. I farm yard. through which all who come from the street enter. To the left the farmer's house adjoining the barn. who's had a narrow squeeze to get to early mass. his tanned features marked. and tries to light his pipe. The young minxes would make the Lord Himself a matchmaker. people in the act.) It's wet. As for me. I've got to have the church quiet. In Sunday clothes. and try to put up with the second mass. with a stand for the draw bucket and the vessels to be bucket and a watering can lie before it.D.THE FARMER FORSWORN Associate Professor of German. PH. {Smokes. New York ACT A garden.

You're Goodness. comes through the garden swinging a watering can. but wearing a blue apron. and have thought so. — . pinks on one stem together. Veroni in Sunday clothes. in her left hand a carnation which. know it. A " thy true love and thou. not yet. Veroni.114 THE GERMAN CLASSICS Scene II Foreman. still at home? Might I've been watering in the garden. what an honor! {curtsies mockin()ly) the foreman. To a proper young lass give a man " ! (Yodles. Veroni Perhaps so. get off the stand. bud will soon sprout up betwixt you And there room enow " find is there ! Oh. Foreman Veroni What's your hurry? {does not stir). {puffs Veroni {threatens him with the watering can). Let the pinks have their bed. after finishing the sung. year in. Veroni. Myself and my own. she laughed " If that is at my story. so I can fill my can. There's no room for a third one between Two ! But Auntie. {pertly}.) Foreman. That you. year out the youngest and humblest girl on the place. anything but "Good-morning" and "Good-night" it's a mercy for you to talk to me. I Foreman. that never gives a girl on the farm You. indeed. my true love. she fastens in her bodice. Surely. Foreman Go on. Veroni. just ." said I. A person waiting likes to do some- thing to pass the time. and nods). the one I want to talk to. No husband as yet do I need ! " Doth a maiden make haste to be wed? But we must while we can. So snug in their bower of gi-een.



No wonder that I fell in love with her. and went to school together. lively young lad as I was — — for she was friendly with me — and pretty as a picture. she got her first prize in the A-B-C class. and that's my privilege as fore- plate. that's in your blood.THE FARMEE FORSWORN FoKEMAN as I (stares at her). Your grandmother who's still run- — ning The Boundary Inn high up there in the mounshe knew me as a little boy. the world wouldn't go to pieces. was even You've got exactly her face. I don't doubt special. 115 know you you don't respect me don't. your big (gesture) when she married. and just when I had to stand up before the last grade with a donkey's head hung around my neck. Oh yes. but she prettier . that's silly joking. Foreman. and talk to you about before want to it's We grew up together over in Ottenschlag. working together among mother came — utter strangers. When everything's quiet my spoon to help myself bear that in mind. God that's just what I too late. somebody must be first. I guess I do. if the dinner came to the table all served and each one had his man — you own you always have to wink across at the younger girls. We can't all dip into the bowl at once. like you. Veroni. she and I. and then they nudge each other under the table and you all wipe your mouths before you've even put in a bite. after grace and I 'm cleaning first. Later we left Ottenschlag at the same time and both went to work for old Ferner knowing each other from childhood. you might at least quit your Even if foolery. Veroni. we'd cheer each other up when we got homesick and protect each other when the rest went for us as if they'd been nesting geese. ! you'd like something your mother was just rest her. Much you know what my mother. Well. tains — into the world. I was hardly that A year later. was like Foreman.

the master will worry." I *' said. women have always been that way: Lord. farm. Veroni. she had the same name as you. Foreman (draivs the hand ivith the pipe hack to his knee and drops his head slightly). is it anybody's business? " Isn't it mine either? " Said she: '' Yours least of Said I: anything between us two?" Then she smooths down lior Nothing wrong. But you see. Jacob. Veroni. Is there '* — be glad to get rid of me. the elder. they consider an honor if it's a rich young vsquire. he'll be just so you. He 'd hardly seen your mother he knew what good looks were when he went after her too. who simply worked with the others on the big . he drops the hand ivith the pipe and says to himself.) had just died and there were two boys left." '' It's all over." At tliat I tell iier: apron and says: " Don't I'll quit my job today. I wouldn't believe a word of the tales they told me. — — what'd be a disgrace with a common lad. Jacob. " Said I." She talking screwed up her moutli and laughed and said: ** Well. and going with him. " folks are about you and the master. new Crossroads Farmer. Veroni (seating herself upon the overturned bucket) Tell me more about my mother.) Pretty she was. who now owned everything. liked the women Many a village girl that he's run after had her story to tell. pretty as a picture. the old Crossroads Farmer (Sighing.116 THE GERMAN CLASSICS {Lost in contemplation of her. all.'] than you. the folks. [Brief pause. Now may God keep yoj^ ! I much surer of know you're dream- ." I said. suppose they are. and it wasn't till I found she was avoiding me " that I tried to get to the bottom of it. there didn't any angel come to wipe my eyes with a fish's gall. the younger. and Matthias. At first everything went as it ought to between lovers with honest intentions. and she was soon I was simply a blind Tobias.

and had ! . For a few years they let you and your brother run around with the chickens and the goats on the All farm. here to Adam Farm. — But when you're too common for your fine gentleman. — with the Crossroads Farmer this very day. {He breaks his pipe by screiving the stem into it and throws the pieces He won her back again and then you came aside. seeing you had to run around somewhere at once folks said that the Crossroads Farmer was finally going to marry your mother. my heart was heavy as never before in my life and I thought it would burst. and he must have had a good laugh at the simpleton who was willing to take a nest with a brood already in it. that nobody knows anyand yet she was still unmarried." Then she cried and said. But I left that same night. When he gets bigger he'll work with us on our farm and earn his little living. you're not the first and you won't be the last girl he's ruined. I'm still ready to you're take you. Come with me. A year later I heard she'd given birth to a boy. come to me. and I wish you might be but. she '11 lease us her little farm. thing about now. Look here. Veroni.THE FARMER FORSWORN 117 ing of being mistress here.) and she went on as the farmer's mistress what — — — happened after that you may yourself remember a good deal of. So I came here to Altranning. I have an old aunt. Veroni. my breast it ached so. Veroni. and we'll bring up the boy in our house. Such a little rabbit doesn't need much. that's sure. but Veroni was still too new to be given up. your brother. I'll come to you I'll talk ' ' ." Talk with him she did. Indeed I did. — — So I went over to Crossroads Farm and talked to her and said. Didn't you keep on the lookout for her? Foreman." I went straight to the master. and he did just as I'd predicted: he was glad to discharge me. be sensible of course ruined now. but trust in me. and here I am yet. and don't know what to do. after all. " You're my true friend.

Matthias. it isn't the first. the first Sunday you've sneaked back into the garden to wait for the master's son while the servants were in church. or that his w^ord sick there and died was good. You don't know liow matters stand l)etween us. But the last^ — No. I don't see why you're so mad that Toni loves me. and that on a journey to Vienna. But he took in the hospital. You won't be the mistress of Adam Farm any more than vour mother was of Crossroads Farm. Wlien they cliased us away fi-om Crossroads Farm we went — — . when he took your brother along. because he's been going with Ferner's Crescence as well as you tlds long time. kept quiet for awhile and left your mother on the farm.him? No. It would be just like the CrossVeroni. the lawsuit went against you. Do you tliink T ran afl'M. Veroni {rising. But Toni isn't like tliat. and lays his hand on her shoulder. he came to me. if you've got any sense. lie's hated me from childhood. You're {Walks up to starting out to make the same blunder. defiantly). and after that he drove you out into misery and shame. you can't even fool yourself with a shadow of hope as your mother could. Your mother felt sure he'd left something in wri-ting.) This isn't her. he'd intended to settle the whole thing. who became the owner of the farm and also your guardian after the death of his brother. So it'll be a lesson to you. for Toni can only heap disgrace U})on you. — Veroni {shaking her head mournfully). That's a lie! roads Farmer to want to get his Crescence on Adam Farm just so I can never be mistress here.118 THE GERMAN CLASSICS quarreled about it with liis relatives. and so she began a lawsuit. Foreman. but never any honor. Why do you tell a child about her mother's shame? Foreman {rising). Veroni. Foreman. Take my word! Do you think his father won't interfere when he finds out? And let me tell you. But no will was found.

Toni did lots for her up to the very that's end. That may be the others' plan. but Toni can't agree to it. — . It's high everything time for you to pack up and go. Christian wife. because he saw how her misery hurt me how I began to like him. because Jews and smugglers stop at my aunt's taproom and often hide their goods there. of course. " Yes. And when he asked me at her death-bed if I cared for him. He's expected today or tomorrow. there's some business is to Veroni I'm much obliged to you for your but I think all this would be such a grief good advice.) Toni can't say Foreman. He needed a godly. (defiantly). But he can't have said " no " either. Oh. I told him if he" meant honestly I could love him. he said. it — — — — Foreman. to me that I ought to look after it myself then I can still decide whether to go or stay. I can't see why you bother yourself so much about it.THE FARMER FORSWORN to 119 my granny at Ottenschlag and stayed there until mother died. At that he took me away from there and brought me here to Adam Farm." (Seriously. Why should he have coaxed me to leave my granny? Do you s'pose it didn't hurt the old woman when I left her? She even threatened me: I'd come back to her some day just as. hey? Vekoni. for you can't stay here and remain an honest woman. the student. has been called home from the city mother did. these model Christians in their carven pews like the pious girls that submit to everything without a fuss. That — means afoot. But the master's son didn't tell you that it was arranged for him as a child to marry Ferner's Crescence. Ferner's son. and the old woman may the Lord change her heart in her death hour has no God and no faith. The folks from Crossroad Farm have come over here to church today and they'll meet the master and Toni there. and I suppose be settled in short order.

{Church bells. — . I'd rather have it this way than have it come over me at night how it has been and how it might have been. But on Sunday nothing can disturb me. — {In a friendlier tone. I think it's she. Upon my soul. I must go now. you've got it all from her. when she and I left Ottenschlag together. then I take my prayer-book and listen to the organ playing. pulling carefully out of his coatSee pocket a prayer-hook tv rapped in a kerchief. Be the poor. But. I brouglit 'em once from Ottenschlag.) They're ringing for the second mass. and no other woman like her ever came my way. But give it up once I liked it in her myself. Good Lord. honest. I haven't yet got over what she did to me. get those notions out of your head. up. when I see you standing there before me.) And when T put Ihat book on the book rack in front of me in church I can fairly see before me tlie places where I've in the corner of coats. Veroni. you say? Why. I've done more talking than the pastor can do today in church lesson or — and I've stirred up all these old memories. but Foreman. Don't disgrace your mother in her grave by refusing to learn anything from her. {He closes the book and puts it back carefully. nor ever will. and a few pages farther on are the Avild roses from the shrub on her grave. that's just her defiant way and manner.) Here's a little violet from and opens the brook where we had our first talk as lovers. as if her hard work and her embittered miserable life didn't have a girl meaning for you. good give it your mother was. I was your mother's true friend God rest her.) here.120 THE GERMAN CLASSICS "UHiy I'm interested. No one loved her as I did. with this I take my seat for the second mass a pew right among the folks with {He cautiously unlocks the book up it half way. and yet I have a strange feeling in my heart when I think of her. no matter how high they fly. and 'way up there my — . the patched spent there lies the little viHage of Ottendays schlag 'way down in the valley. Veroni.

with God's help.j Scene III Veroni (alone). because my day that I really shouldn't be in my coming wasn't a joy to anybody has made nothing but trouble ? But staying feel to this — . [Exit. but that. me to hold up my head. stands out before my mind as if it had happened only and I think and now the organ starts yesterday of — — — to myself that once in his life everybody has had cross- roads where things went very wrong. Veroni I hadn't gone through all that and and I different from the way it is — . only Farm and two hours beyond that Altranning and I wonder how a man can live through so much within a — — — circle and everything only four hours' walk. defiant way ''Think ' ' ! it What little over" and "Give up your words folks use. even when they ask the hardest things. — think over what I've told you. that has enabled defiance. And what is left me. Those and are my Sundays. And then I ask myself whether I'd be satisfied if everything was " look at my two little flowers and say No. My dear foreman. everybody can at last find his Altranning and become foreman. except my my only and up with me ? — and my oldest friend. that has grown Get rid of it f Can I be what I am not ? — haven't they all done their share to make me as I am? Didn't the other children in the village use to point their fingers at me? hasn't got any father." and my heart warms up and here inside I feel so quiet. on top of the old. make me and the world. Now God be with you. Crossroads farther on. if what you say was true." look at her.THE PARMER FORSWORN 121 small as a swallow's nest the pretty Boundary Inn a two hours' walk. what would there be to think about ? I'd have to run out into the wdde w^orld so the folks in the village wouldn't fling fresh mud and shame at me tomorrow. she Doesn't every one of them "Aw.

Toni. {She busies herself with the bucket and the watering can. Hellerer (from the right). there's no need of your talking any more but what I have to say to you the whole world can hear. so they'll see we care for each other. not that I insist on it. It shall be just as you say. {Steps quickly back to Crescence. Toni! {controls herself. why didn't you come? What does she want? Crescence 's hand go and steps up to Veroni in an undertone). Toni shall tell me himself what there is to the story. comes in first and walks forward. Is it perhaps expecting much of you to have the horse hitched up? Toni. Scene IV Veroni.) . then the two men appear on the hack stage. too at all. No. Crescence. {She laughs and passes both hands over her brow and head.122 THE GERMAN CLASSICS I'm here now. strokes Veroni.) Veroni {aloud). Crescence {entering). tvalks up to him. And it's father's or mother's fault. (Ferner and Hellerer have come forward.) Silly. You know what they intend to do Be sensible. I waited in the garden smile. . if it doesn't suit you. her hair from her forehead. Veroni! I must talk with you with me? about it in secret.) Not as usual. You want to talk to me in secret? Most Toni {lets — — wouldn't be easy for you to tell me before her what you've got to say {pointing to Crescence) anyway. Ferner. but on account of the gossip I wish you'd come every day to our farm now. Toni. Toni. I expect I 'm just as dear to Him as those that come into the world with the sacrament. here I am getting hot about some gossip and yet it remains to be seen how much of it is true. Crescence. leading Crescenck by the hand. and says ivith a bitter Good morning. certainly not mine and if God allowed it.) likely it .

Veroni {facing him unflinchingly). Don't meddle here.'] easily. All right. And your is unnecessary too. ToNi. Ferner. you'll stay. and the sooner you go the Veroni. Ferner. for your guardianship. you needn't thank God that you haven't it any more. shut your mouth. Be [Toni and Crescence you in a minute. wasn't for Crescence's sake — Veroni you're getting out of this pretty off through the barn. If it ToNi. I know myself have to do. and if I say you'll stay out your two weeks. if the Crossroads Farmer. That'd be nonsense. {To Hellerer. worn features. a large rosary and a large prayer-book in his hand. who's talking and bossing on Christian advice what this farm today gives you permission I'd like very to have you let me leave your service today. Girl. I expected you. but learn humility. .THE FARMER FORSWORN Ferner 123 (thickset figure. stepping between them). Don't get spunky. Crossroads Farmer you must always be on hand when a misfortune comes to me. Ferner {standing squarely before Veroni). To quarrel with that girl there before your cence. off. Ferner You go into the garden with Cres{seriously). . Though I'm thank God. you gave it up voluntarily As and I'm thankful I to Him for it. future wife isn't proper. into temptation. Now I'm going to do the talking here and I'll be through with (bitterly). He's relieved no longer your guardian me of that burden still as a Christian I give you — — this piece of advice: Pack up and don't lead anybody better. Thunder and lightning! Who should give me permission on my farm ? By heaven let any one try it I stick to what I say. and what I say goes. I see only one evil on Adam Farm and that's you.) Adam Farmer. I say she must leave on the much ! spot. Hellerer.

Adam — — at your way of playto know what ing the master. your own brotlier's flesh and blood. My dear uncle. You'll go at once. without cause or reason? Oh.) Lord God! and if this should be Crossroads Farmer. you fine guardian. into a corner of the farm and beat and kick us be called an honor. You'd be capable of it. Jesus. did you ever look after us? Couldn't we have gone to ruin . duhi't you more than once take us children. — — Veroni (screams). then you go on the spot. because they look at your cushioned praying-bench in the church and think: The Farmer!" because they pious that you can do anything you please against or the living? Rich you are. shall the two weeks' clause stand — you really Farmer — if I felt like laughing like or shall I go on the spot ? Ferner. nor ever did from childhood on. nobody can deny the dead that. but if poverty's no disgrace. Your mother God give her rest and forgive her her sins made trouble on farm too.124 THE GERMAN CLASSICS and if I say you Hellerer. Thunderation she couldn't do that. I don't believe in your honesty nor in your piety. for that. there comes the rich Cross- give you the seat of honor wherever you stop. then riches can't ! man But though you may be honorable and pious in public. Hell and damnation! Yes go on the spot. I'd really have to burst out laughing. Mary! Would you defame my poor mother in her grave? (Pushes her hair hack and steps close to Ferner. do you want to get trouble with my future relatives? ! me into Hellerer. Look. Just the same I'd mean. and I'll tell you why. Do you wherever you roads * ' go. you're her child through and through my and it's from her you got this notion of hooking on to a rich fellow. I'll pay you back think because you're still running about on the earth that you can blacken those who are beneath it? I suppose you think because folks say my last hour. Ferner. Veroxi.

But I feel so much . {With a lurking glance. do you think I'd have waited till today? But this I know in my soul. Be careful. many thanks to you for my place. but that He shouldn't let the Devil that you deserve thrice over.] . wronged Feener {pale and agitated). then you know what's waiting for you. get hold of your farm. If it was anybody but you. big and proud as you are. or you wouldn't have maltreated innocent helpless children you haven't a of honor in your body or you wouldn't have spark accepted the duty of watching over young children and then. be careful what you say. Wlien I think how we had to keep 'way out of your sight no matter where you set foot. I'd almost wish it wouldn't happen. I do you no injustice. if that would only happen. and your church-going doesn't deceive our Lord God any more than me. {To Hellerer. I don't believe you've been praying to the Lord for anything — . girl. Crossroads Farmer. now I've got rid of what's been weighing on me this long time. but if it does come. for all you cared. you should jump for me.) What do you mean? Do you know anything? Veroni {more composed) No. Crossroads Farmer. I'd train you like a hunter training pups. And now good-by to all. I could actually love you when I think of how anxious I am to throw you down with my little finger. relieved at heart. I'd gladly take any burden of misery and want on my young life. Farmer. with hands at your back. looked on while they grew up like savages you have no Christianity in you. old as you are. I've always felt you had a bad conscience . that you couldn't stand us because you'd us. stretching out her hand.) Farmer. as my brother did go ? You have no heart in your body.THE FARMER FORSWORN 125 body and soul. If I knew as well as our Lord what prayers you've sent up to Him in your anxiety. and I hope I can prove it yet. \_Exit.

I'm ready. cousin? Haven't you got a few more orders on tap to give on my farm? But how pale you've got. {Maliciously. I hope the Lord for Him how many masses . seen him since he was a child. My boy's coming today or tomorrow. owner of Crossroads Farm Our Lord won't permit me to I fancy.) How about it. too bad she didn't keep on talking. Hellerer. You'd do I a favor. Fool! I'm the I'm the one to be feared. so he'll see it's for Then the two farms '11 stay his and our salvation. I told the man to wait witli tlic wagon outside by me the garden fence. Ferner {leaving). By gracious. {Sullenly. and I'd like to haven't have some one around with me the first time we face each other again. mine belongs for all time to Toni. [Exeunt through the barn.\ . together Hellerer. Yours to your daughter. The background gradually fills with maid servants Micky runs around among them. and that I have another good work in mind with regard to my boy. Did that little fury hit the nail on the head? Are you afraid of her? Ferner {starting from his reflection). I like to hear her.126 THE GERMAN CLASSICS Scene V Ferner and Hellerer. if you'd come along home. that girl has a tongue! How she did dress you down! But she's got a sweet voice. Hellerer {to his silent neighbor). returning from church. too. And we'll take Toni along.) come to harm through her. and belong to my daughter. through His mercy will be his light. Come on. cousin. He knows wliat I've done ^ — I've paid for and what I've given to the church. Ferner.

tell us. I can't read a prayer-book so I just take — Christianity into my insides. Holy water? I should think you've got enough water up there in your pasture. How goes it up there in your pasture? Micky {carefully holding a bottle under his coat). Micky. he drinks it. 127 Micky.] Micky.] Maggie. ha ha ha quite well ha ha ha ! ! ! you Biddy. You going to leave us? What for? ! Annie. so you and I wouldn't have anything left. Maggie. Yodel sends thanks. Barbara. Micky. his best regards. Veroni enters with a bundle. Servant Girls (coming forward with Micky in theirmidst) Come. {Importantly. Annie. You're a capital Christian. Yes. Is everything settled between Toni and Femer's Crescence ? Biddy. Mattie. Is he going to marry her and jilt you. and she 's carrying a bundle Barbara. the horrid thing? [All laugh. it in that bottle? Micky {pulls hack his bottle).THE FARMEE FORSWORN Scene VI The servant girls. Micky. I can't remember a prayer. . take Micky.) It's holy water. Look here. But this above) — to drink. Thanks. he's a fine boy too. ha ha ha. [All laugh. Tee hee hee! There's Veroni coming. Of course I have. Do you think I'm a heathen and haven't any religion? I can't understand a sermon. . Mattie. Oh goodness. all can swill Oh yes. then Veroni. WhatVe you got Let me taste it. is just for me {as All.

brace up. or you'll be bawling.'\ Biddy. right soon he'll be married alas. Barbara. not to me! — [Chorus of yodling laughter.] Micky gets poked in . There's plenty girls like you. Micky's foolish bray rising above it. My mother was single And yt't I'm her cldld. As smart and Your nose as fair. My And bundle is heavy. I'm standing there helpless Like a man at the stove. If I did cry it wouldn't be because I'm hurt. [VEFtoNi rushes atnong litem. Mattie. My But sweetheart is handsome Still. ! BmoY. ha ha ha! I'll take you fast enough ha ha ha Had my eye on you long ago you 'd suit me ho ho ho! [All laugh. Mattie.] Veroni (sullenly). well so your heart '11 be glad. There now. Goodness gracious! You little spitfire! Don't be touchy We 've always been good comrades of We must sing you a few Alp songs for a fareyours. but because I 'm mad. Annie. Oh yes. the ribs. other times you're brave enough. And I'm prettier than he. From i)oaks of the chamois The night-wind blows wild. Like my heart lull of love. It's funny how you can laugh when — — — other folks are in trouble. Veroni. Henceforth you'll not carry in the air.128 THE GERMAN CLASSICS ! Micky.

Hallo! left! Do you hear? Has the Crossroads Farmer You! Not that 's the best fun these They're fooling with an idiot. Their honor destroying. but you're not. bad Micky. the girls after him. because they think they are smart compared with him.] Scene VII Frank and Foreman enter from right as the maids run off. 129 A cross you wear proudly. You're a wicked. crying: ''Just wait!"—'' You fool. down Foreman {calling after the running girls). If they had their way. you turn crooked And For care not a jot. What's straight. You And For pretend you're so pious good. Yes you are and e'er A wicked. women folks can find. sings). bad [Leaning against the well.THE FARMER FORSWORN Veboni {taking the centre of the stage. Vbtroni stage. you! "—'' We'll get you!" All out through the ham. bad lot. A in tears. you are and e'er will be lot. she gives vent to her anger Micky. Your slander is dreaded. there 'd be nothing but idiots. down in your hearts lot. Their gTief you're enjoying. Those one of 'em will listen! Vol. XVI— 9 . Hehehehe ! At honest folk headed.'\ wicked. ! ! will be Hehe helie [He runs away. Hold pray'r-books devoutly And strut in your Sunday best To church with the rest.

but I don't do it for the money. {Notices Just come over here. . You're right. Foreman. has seated himself on the bench about the ivell). Frank. Foreman. hey? Veroni. Then you'll never catch him. and the the men folks help 'em. Frank toward the well. my good girl If T look a little do not mind it. Foreman {to Frank). Let us shake hands on the angry. but she 's a good soul. That's all right. you can imagine. I . thougli I'm not gay today. she'll answer. Avhat's the matter with you! Wiping old women among Veroni. the highway too tiresome for him. {They come forward. suppose you'll go to your granthnother at Ottenschlag. Veroni. {in a shaggy Styrian coat with a knapsack and a cane. take the mountain path to the Crossroads the I is Farm. I must say I don't like to. No doubt the old woman '11 make Frank a good deal of fuss. God bless you.) Well. is there no one who could show me Foreman {to Veroni). you won't find me very good company. Neither am I. for your honest intentions toward me. he Avants to wav? met the gentleman on the way. Has hetiveen them. but I guess I'll have to. I shan't find another place so I quickly. sir. but for the love of God. He must have just driven off.) Veroni the Crossroads Farmer left? Veroni {wiping her eyes ivith the tip of her apron). here we've got the right one. foreman. You'll have to pass by the farm anj^^vay and you might earn a few cents by showing him the way.) your eyes? ready to leave too? Did things come as I told you after all? Did I mean you well or all And not? Veroni.130 THE GERMAN CLASSICS they don't bring into the world themselves as Tom Noddys they like to turn into that later on. {To Veroni. If I have to walk to Crossroads Farm.

Lizzie Burger. drop-scene. Veroni. are you ? to go). To the left from the windoic a large arm- room in the Boundary Inn to the left. Yes. Then go your way father's a mortal alone. tell Veroni {turns My name is Veronica Burger. his pedlar's bundle by him on the bench. ivipes the table icith the paper. My first step on home soil revives the past. Veroni {quickly ivithdrawing her hand). still suffering I won't walk a step with his son! to . before him a glass of ivine and eatables wrapped in paper. It is nice. moves his chair and looks out of the ivindoiv) . rises quickly). chair. a tile stove just hack of the door.] Scene VIII A wing at Ottenschlag. [Shakes hands ivith the foreman and goes. Two tables lengthwise against the right and left wall. Well. a table. Your father's farm? Then you're the student they've been looking for these days. to the right. Entrance through the last In the background a large window {really two windows with a post between them). until we have met again and I hope in a more happy frame of mind than today on the way to my father's farm. I'm enemy from what he did to me an hour ago. She! I feared it.THE FARMER FORSWORN 131 promise that we will not decry each other as disagreeable. Frank me who {looks in surprise at her. on her belt a large purse and a bunch of keys. to sit up here again with you . The hinged windows are open. Levy {puts the last bite into his mouth. — [Tableau. music. my name is Frank Ferner. Ferner's Frank? Frank.] Frank {takes of his hat mechanically and passes his left hand through his hair to himself). Your me and mine. I won't take you there. Levy sits near her at the table. Old Lizzy Burger sits in the big armchair with her knitting. wide view into an Alpine landscape. on the wall above the table hangs a zither.

What did I say? [Drinks. Lately used to being nipped either by you or . fathers Let me alone with the God Him old codgers have so they'll keep straight and won't only set of vour fathers. make eyes at the younger Levy. what a rich broad country and what poor narrow-minded people in it! Lizzy Don't {a white-haired. you might have nothing but wet goods the day I came. D' you want to make everybody ! think like yourself? God of my Lizzy. I know you're a clever fellow.) 'I'cll that to doesn't I've know you and to ^f^i he'll he some one else who insulted and won't come any more. for years. brag. you used to let everybody think liis own thoughts and never forced your opinion on anybody. There you see. Lizzy Burger. dear. you're the ver^' one I'd have thought had more sense. folks' heads. and Lizzy. We 're brought up that way. t 'won't do at all. Well. May be. can I risk coming to you here in the mountains without provisions? Why. Dear. fellows. I've had my eyes on you for no clever woman you've always been. instead of being elegant and dipping in like the rest. Lizzy Burger. It won't do. Who '11 give me a new stomach for this new food! Lizzy. and to look down on the land. you're a belly-worshipper too.132 THE GERMAN CLASSICS after a long absence as unmolested as at home. my what good 's all your common sense against an old law. A but you've never done as much thinking as now. My. My dear Levy. had A pleasant mild wine. Levy. Levy. Levy {sJiaking his head). for your business. may be the truth. Levy. your stomach's no better than other . but all these years I've been wondering why you always bring your fodder along in a piece of paper. vou up for the women folks. hut sturdy old ivoman). But I must tell you. if you've been watch- ing me sJiorter time.

peace and everj-thing be all right again. I much. since folks gone I've just got older and heavier. Levy. brings his fodder along in a paper besides. sure. glasses w^ould clink around. — fifteen. after Veroni's death the guardian wouldn't leave me the boy any more. Then Lizzy. We used to have a fine time up here then. and am living up here with just one deaf old servant.THE FARMER FORSWORN your wine. I'd dig into all 'd — Lizzy. my I'm not agreeable to anybody any more. my pocket and treat be restored. and speak your mind. My. no. Levy. how you would stop his jaw. My. tell me honestly. Jew for a guest. That's whv vou've taken when somebody comes you to thinking too like to but that's no good. Do you get rich. to myself least of all. well I remember how I'd stop in here some five years ago when your daughter was still alive and when your two grandchildren boy and girl. the pious man. I get rich! Levy {gravely). have you never seen 'em since? Oh. used Say what's become of the two. and another pious farmer's son talked me out of the girl too. whereas both wine and 133 to be woman used agreeable. sixteen to help you. Lizzy Burger. I was too ungodly for him. The house would be swarming with guests when I came. Veroni's dead and the young Sure. Lizzy Burger. years old. . These blockheads around here are beginning to make trouble. It's a pity for the young folks. then if one of 'em began to sneer at me or call me a Sheeny. a splendid young couple. and I'd sit do^^^l with the farmers. don't say so on my us two alive you as long as the Lord keeps me when I drop in here and so empty. own I'll visit it but hurts a Lizzy. you know. do you get rich on these suspicious fellows that stay here over night? Who No wonder . whee. and it's an event that you have everything's account. but now everybody 'd laugh.

hide us. whoever 's Scene IX Lizzy. Levy. They're no thieves and roball the ages valley and mountain bers.) outside. Lizzy {calling after him). and the boundary posts (in Lizzy Am grow out of the ground like the trees more because the poor devils on this side pay can't do the same as folks over there? Of course there's often danger when they come and say.smugglers? They're the only customers that spend any money iVm I to show 'em tlie door? They're not here. A knock. luck on the way. but I've been in bad repute before. And for that I little speck of life you're fighting the whole world? know. Veroxi. Veroni? Well. has been sitting. or I wouldn't be such a poor devil myself and a Jew besides. {Wipes the table where he Come right in. enters hesitantly. \Exit. Good-by. I understand you. granny. a little more or less doesn't matter to me. this. have you turned up again? you've left your place. well. Lizzy Burger. IIow d'ye do.'] table aiid taken his bundle. Through have been all of one piece. [Veroni passes the tlie Levy {has put money on ivindow. " Mother " Shall I show 'em Lizzy. they're after us! the door just when they need shelter most? I couldn't do it. what's Where are you going to work now? . I declare. I believe is it you. You mean the. that have to earn my bit of bread here in this land. noiu stretches out both hands to Lizzy).. Lizzy {turns in surprise). — to live on.] Good and be sure to come back. VerONI. I know I'm not improving my reputation by this sort of customers. Why.134 THE GERMAN CLASSICS an undertone). so bad I tell you. with a bundle under her arm. and for the few" years that are left to me I want something didn't I to .



. want a hitch? " Well. (Patters to the cupboard and takes out a baking-dish on a trap. or turn your skin brown! Do you think it was nice when you ran away from me? Shall I faint with joy that you're coming here now when you don't know what to do. Veroni (putting her anns around her). that's not it. Well. (Turns.) Good-by.THE FARMER FORSWORN Veeoni.) Sit down here. you like — me. Can't your granny little stupid.) You must have started early to get to Ottenschlag at this time of day. (eating). I won't sponge on you long.) Sure. Veroni Lizzy. Now what (Wipes the table. they'll drive for miles across the country with a young girl. Lizzy. taste . are you at? You'll knock me down. I girl. don't you? Lizzy. 135 Haven't got a place yet. and wouldn't have come if you knew of another place. Veroni. I Lizzy. That's like those smarties. got to cry right away? tnith whet her tongue a little? You stay right here won't sunburn you. her cheeks. Sta}' here a year for all of me. Granny. Not? Did it come so quickly? I s 'pose your pious farmer's son has jilted you and now the old woman God or creed is a good friend again? Aren't afraid to come to this God-forsaken tavern? you without Veeoni (with suppressed tveeping). '' Old woman. if I hadn't felt how much I missed you. you're my dear little (Patting But now be sensible and stay right here. haven't got anybody and the work's getting hard for me and it'd be comfortable to see a friendly face. sure. The mailman gave me a lift. so she won't hurt her feet but an old woman like me can run along beside a wagon till her tongue's hanging out without one of 'em saying.) Do you want a bite to eat? (Serving her. granny! Lizzy (takes her bundle and throws it on the table). wouldn't be near so hard on you.

Farmer Periurv came home from the court where he'd . if I outlive him. Veroni. and yet one night finished tlie process when 3'our mother with you two children knocked at my door because that Farmer Perjury had chased her from his farm. Farmer Perjury knew right well what his last will was. Lizzy. Granny. It wouldn't pay for the few years I've got to live. as long as folks talk about him. that's whv I shall call him Farmer Perjurj^ as long as he lives and longer. It's true all right. I know there was. there's nothing else worth while in the world. Before his brotlier went to Vienna. you haven't changed much. then I 'd rather have you leave me again. if that was true and we could prove it.136 THE GERMAN CLASSICS good? Eating and drinking and loving that's all you young Veroni. Stupid thing. folks care about. lifted his tliing hands to God and swore he didn't know anyabout a document. Veroxt. simply let his perjury count as evidence for him. You '11 never make me a Catholic. he was burning that very . It would be a real blessing to me if I could get you to go to church again. for they Lizzy. if that's the plan you came here with. Lizzy. Veroni. Your mother. who'd never lied. if he should die that everything should belong to Veroni and her two children. but it can't be proved. Lizzy. {Lays her hand on Veroni 's shouhler.) And AVhen there was a will too. Do you think I became what I am now over night? It's taken more years than you've been in the world. isn't it? Right you are. told the same night what had happened and stuck to it even in her last hour. Oh. You mean the Crossroads Farmer? AVliy do you *' give him that nickname. please don't use such language. Is that a hard riddle? Farmer Perjury? " Why do you call a magpie a thief? Because that scoundrel on Crossroads Farm forswore himself. You still say such wicked things.

THE FARMER FORSWORN paper on the hearth and his boy happened to 137 come in. but there was a row then — God just so the him his brother's possessions. as boys like to do when they think they can stand up against their parents. you're disgusting. and ago. just makes me ashamed to listen to vou. God Lizzy. {Seriously. the earth didn't open. on Crossroads Farm Veroni just came in time to make out what it was all about. Farmer Perjury would have denied it. she grieved herself sick over the wickedness of her last remaining son and died a year Those two wouldn't have said anything. That finished me. they say it 's pretty hot there that would be right for us old folks I 'm freezing up here anyway the year round but heaven will suit you all right . Veroni (laughing). . give no thunderbolt came down from heaven.) neither of us goes to hell. all all Oh. but I don't believe the devils will ever fight each other for our souls. The boy and his grandmother went to Vienna. . but he had to open his mouth. He could read all right. when —My. he knew his father had been in court to take his oath about the wiW. Heaven will be just as glad to get Fai-mer Perjury as the Devil to get one more old woman into hell. 've still got pretty hot blood and at present not even it a sweetheart. Veroni. I hope to Well. The farmer's old mother had to take the boy away at once. . He was about twelve years old. I don't care for a world where such things can happen. Since then they call me ungodly. and my child stood there needy and disgraced and died so. So it just had to stay as it was and now you see. and Fanner Perjury is a rich raised his hand to Farmer Perjury learned men would man to this day. and suddenly he found him holding the document in the fire. . you Veroni. go on. his father was so enraged at him. Now granny.

Girl. Veroni. they haven't been able to get at you out there in the world. Go There'll be days coming when you'll set me off. and was too good for this place here. w^hat's 'come of my brother. and I'm glad you had faith in me and came. Wish myself I hadii 't been so stupid and left you. Since I've stopped going down to the village on Sundays. Haven't you heard of him? Lizzy. it's fine to be merry. I'm not as bad as folks think I am. and make a big cross before they enter. of course I do. they've left me alone here. if you could only stay so. first time the police sent him back and the bailiff of Ottenschlag sent him to my house I thought the earth would swallow me. Lizzy. Tell me. Farmer Perjury has that on his conscience too. THE GERMAN CLASSICS you don't need to get so red about a little You're not a saint. Veroni. — . TIk. They took Idm out of this house of wickedness. You I wish I'd been able to keep you two here. Now I see what I got by it. yes. Surely not. Yet that ungodly glass of wine in exchange for a few chips of wood and a " thank you kindly " tastes good to them just the same. granny. even my most intimate friends have stopped coming. but he also knew that sins are forgiven after confession. they took him away from me too. more than I cared to. Have I O sure. He knew his catechism best. wonder how cross your granny can be. You just stay here and I'll be that way of toner. and yet Saint Magdalen teasing. Of course he'd come from that pious school. because you on. And you let 'em have it? Why. I'm just a little gay today. and so he just became a thief and a vagabond. and rate 'em well to boot. You're a strong girl. wouldn't have seen anything bad here. heard of him? Oh. at best only the poor woodchoppers come in when they have lots of thirst and little money. became one.138 Lizzy. knew all the sins you shouldn't do.

like Jacob. let me have a place to die in I'll ask of you. Scene Lizzy. and when he was gone my silver dollars were gone too. the one for some new theft. my Saviour — how you ! Jacob (throws himself into the armchair and draws a deep breath). [Jacob passes the ivindow. sick staggers noiselessly into the room. But I dragged myself up here. to live or to die. AVell.'] Veroni. Jesus and Joseph! Lizzy. here's brother and sister both popping one's had too much life. this is a red-letter day. Every time you were in prison it was the last time. one of us accused goes off. Veroni. Veroni! You back. He kept going on in the same way. then was thrown on the parish again but I wouldn't have anything more to do with him. and I haven 't seen him since and don 't want to see him again. X and pale. How d'ye do. it's the last Granny. granny How d'ye do. So you 've always said. thing Lizzy. For the last time. the other for a new flirtation and their old granny can stay alone in her tavern just as before. This time it's so. Jacob in shabby clothes. Veroni. granny. I am done for. I hope not. went the rounds of the jails. leaning on a stick. look! Brother — Jacob — Lord. I thought some one went by the window —^ he looked Lizzy. Lizzy. What's the matter? Veeoni. Where 've you come from? WTiat do you want here? Just out of jail again? Jacob. It's himself. too? Lizzy. AVith your permission. up the other too much love but in a turn of the hand they'll both be off again. Lizzy. They'd have helped me to it they're glad when.THE FARMER FORSWORN 139 But he didn't stay long. A^Hiy. — — — — — — — . Jacob. I know that from the mayor. I like to have died there in the city in the hospital.

to my little field on the heights where Nick's w^orking. Jacob. I '11 keep these things for you. and nonsense. I went along.] Veroni. when I'd got lower down than ever a follow in my condition hasn't before. I that I 'm speakmorning. look after him awhile. Veroni! Don't torment me in my last hour! What I've got for you is mine before God and the law. Granny's the last one I'd deceive. I know I could never anything do any good any more. holy Jesus.140 THE GERMAN CLASSICS Granny. ' * — The clothes I sold to pay my way here. and she told me. you you — one thing — brother — is it stolen property? Jacob {wipes his face). I beg — — — got something for jou. so bad. and she kept the belongings father left with her. Though talking 's getI just crawled up here ting hard for me got something to tell Veroni. Are you really know you last till may not "once a liar" just wait. Stuff lExit quickly. Jacob. we stayed with aunt." But later on I never dared to go to her. {Short pause. wish they'd never taken me away from you. because I'd become such a scoundrel. But father's . I went to her much use for bashfiilness any more. only a boy he sent a letter home. or I — tell the truth I beg of you. The good got woman had really kept father's few things all this time. I'm only going over Veroni. She's the only one in the world except you. Jacob. I'll never leave you again. I Veroni {hugging her).) Veroni. But give me a place to die. that's meant well by me. I'm so glad I could see you before my death. he must run to the village for the barber. Jakey. I s'pose his will a few days later he had — — go to the hospital and soon died there. Only this last time. I guess you aren't dying. — — — — Lizzy. think. You know when father went to to Vienna. You '11 see — — ing the truth. Now I'll never get well it's all over I wouldn't promise I couldn't keep it. but before he went.

seen how the Crossroads Farmer was rich and respected through it all my whole life full of want and shame and absolutely unnecessary just this little Jesus and Joseph. sake. Jacob. The seal almost crackled off this long time. it 's yours now. And Jacob {starting up). . Jacob. . Jacob. brother. But you give a man a start ! Veroni. {As she thoughtfully drops her hands the leaves of the hook open. I have received. anyway.) Veroni this finishes me. in ' ' : For goodness which you make Veroni and her two children heirs of all your possessions. the Crossroads Farmer! Great God! Jacob. Do it.) Veroni. Mary. what a silly world scrap of paper this is! {Loivers his head and gropes aimlessly. cloth and unwraps it. [Draws out a hook in a red You take it. I here's a letter in know it — found it! it so — a letter to father about that time. I thank you very much. . Veroni.) — Why. does it say that? that would have been the proof! {Holds his head in his hands.THE FARMER FORSWORN 141 it'll prayer book I wanted to give to you or granny be a memento of him. your will. listen. Veroni {opening the letter). What's I don't in it? read it it only concerned What could be in it to help or hurt father. just listen to w^hat he wrote to father Dear Jacob. M-anted to get up here.) Veroni Veroni — — — ! — — — ! . Jesus. me now? Even now it's hard for me to read handwouldn't care to undertake it. writing Simply know — never — — — Veroni. It's from father's brother. It is not handsome of vou to leave so little to me and mv cliil" dren. I'll open it. Jacob. I'm getting I wouldn't have gone to the bad if I hadn't dizzy.

Veroni.142 THE GERMAN CLASSICS Brother. Veroni. late. Jacob. for heaven's sake. granny '11 of one be right back with the barber. Veroni. I am going home. but hard — God. me my prayer. I can't refuse ! you anything. Let me die there Grant ! Forest green. Think our too late! letter. Dark lake below: Fain would I see you Before I go. Do vou feel better? Jacob. keep your senses! die now. I can't.) Veroni. all Fain in my father's house I'd sink to rest. prayer.'] . Could you ? — Would you — ? Veroni. she grad2iallg gains control of herself and then continues luith the sharp enunciation of the peasant songs). it's all — I'm only glad thing that you and granny can still have better days and that I got home in time. how hard [She sets the zither before her on the folds his hands. I can't. You mustn't Jacob.] table. You want me to play the zither for you ? Jacob {nodding. This is my last desire. What is it?- Jacob {pointing to the zither). Jacob Veroni {though she begins with a broken voice. mountains blue. Too . And then in the melody of the folloivThis is my last desire.) Veroxi. Grant it's me my Veroni. That song you want me to sing for you? (Jacob — nods. Jacob {smiling and continuing as above). {Looks out of the — window. Listen. Laying On my dying liead Mother's breast. Veroni. I don't know. Lord. ing song). [Lizzy eiiters. wait.

a hat on top. (Looks out of the windoiv. Feeder. He's got a good guide. eyes her loving hand close. a burning lamp with a red globe. or he'd be here by now. he laps his head on her breast. latter in a comfortable house-coat. hides her face Lizzy. Helleeee.] ACT II Living room at Ferxer's.) He can't be far. On the left side two chairs {a jacket on one). before a picture of the Madonna icith a tin heart. she knows about it. Later Crescence. Call her in. is bending over him and thus conceals his last agony from the audience. Both are smoking. "Where's Toni? Feexee.THE FARMER FORSWORN Jacob (turning). mugs and sandwiches are on the table. I My Will know. She'll be here right away. A wardrobe. by the first or second wing stands a table with chairs. and Hellerer sit at the table. Through the open door at centre the front room is visible. and I don't like to get home late. Two windows to the right. Your son probably won't come today. 143 [Lizzy hastens to him. sobbing aloud. Jacob dies [Veeoni. By I the door. Helleree. Sacred images on the walls. It's no use to wait. Probably gone ^^'ith Crescence to look around the farm. (Rises and calls the second ivindow). Granny. however. Crescence Hallo Come in from ! ! ! . Granny. for I see Crescence over there talking to the forewoman. Curtain.] Laying On my dying head Mother's breast. the with his back to the window. comfortably furnished. native land Farewell. my To rest I go. Mean- — — ivhile the orchestra finishes the refrain. Above the door. The day's nearly over. Scene Ferner. a bowl of holy water.

Hellerer. I'm not looking for him. Oh. in the oj)posite direction. first it. Damn it Where did the young rowdy go to? Crescence. to table. did. perhaps? Crescence. I hope you didn't begin to quarrel the very day? Crescence. right away. why. The devil. father. if we can get everything Your How in as it is on the field. Of course. Hellerer. bet she only mentioned her dollars because the affair with Veroni vexed her. girl. wide. No. I'll be satisfied too. Crescence father? (enterinf)). to be sure. Home. A woman ! in love is forever talking about her doUai-s and really means the ass that marries her for 'em. Have you lost him. and not Veroni with the bundle of rags. needn't have done that. though. you too. (Bach Hellerer. Ferner the ivindow). but this father asks you: been doing to my boy. Hellerer. but wouldn't redeem him. he acts just as if he was a favor by going with me but I told him right off that I was Crescence with the bags of hard cash. (closing Crescence (outside). he is Well. That father doesn't want What have you anything. so's not to bring him with you ? Crescence. We doing me . Hellerer. By gracious. thank the Lord! It's a fine year. You may be right. He's got money-bags. I you had better the town if crier announce pawned Ferner. Hellerer. or did you pawn him ? let If he is lost. where to? . Ferner. I'll The girl likes the boy. Here I am — what do you want.) cattle and household are known far and about your crops? Are you satisfied! Ferner. He ran away from me. You mustn't be and so stand-offish with Toni. Hellerer (pointing to Ferner).144 THE GERMxlN CLASSICS Right away.

There 's enough after her. cousin. too. Crescence. Oh bosh. I Hellerer. Hellerer. Hellerer. keep her. Didn't you throw the girl at him? Ferner. XVI— 10 . then keep her. or nothing can come of it. Hellerer (takes his hat). Good evening all! Ferner. You know I can keep her. If that's the way he is Ferner. you least of all. Let him have her. Hellerer. Ferner. thought and now! You might have held him from the start. That wouldn't suit any of us. He said he knew where they like him better. Well. Well? Didn't you? Scene Ferner. — Hellerer (rising). tell Toni not to play the fool. — Ferner. cousin this and cousin ! that. my lad. Hellerer. throw her at him? Hellerer. Just let him come home tonight. Crescence. — — so he'd forget her. I ! Vol. II has come through the front room Frank and now stands in the door. Hallo! Hey! Will you never stop quarreling! Shall I wait forever at the door? Who is the master of this house? Ferner. there's no good in that. Crescence. never liked that tomfoolery it was all over.a'i^k next to yours. Frank. (drowns the quarreling voices). 145 How should I know? Perhaps to Ottenschlag after that girl. Veroni. Crescence.THE FARMER FORSWORN Crescence. I. But none that has an Adam Farm Fb. girl. Cousin Hellerer. And you. Well. Be quiet. and then indeed something will come of it for you. Do you care so little? I see you just want him to be your fool. Don't act so.

Franky? hesitantJy toivard Mm. I am Frank Ferner. young man. we're all sinners. Frank {pointing to Crescence).146 THE GERMAN CLASSICS {He stares at you. do 3^ou like it here? Ferner. Stupid thing. The owner of Adam Farm. can't you talk like a real sister to vour brother? — Crescence. of course! Thunder and lightning And one heart and one soul . do hurry and say something when your brother comes home. him. Glad to hear Ferner. The Lord bless your coming" in and your going out of this house. and yet he's a student and I thought students were supposed to wear black only. Ferner. and holds out his it Frank. Crescence. Hellerer {shaking his hand). We 're kin by marriage. Ssh. for I never thought he'd look like that he looks like those city gentlemen that come out here hunting. I've got to get used to him first. up Crescence. Amen Ferner. It's good you've come. You. ! . . Ferner. Is that Ferner. Is that so? talk so. Especiall}^ not in church matters! Crescence. Yes. sir. I just couhln't liold it back because this gaudy worldly dress is simply not proper for him in this pious house. You mustn't . . and I should think the clerical dress would look so well on my brother. Hellerer. . like clergymen. Frank Ferner. ! ! Ferner. Of course. sir? — Is it. tvall'f! hand). Girl! Don't let your tongue run away with — you! Hellerer. {ironicalbf). I just can't do it. my sister? Frank {pointing to Hellerer). Well. that's Crescence. His son's to marry our girl. How do you do. Why no. And your guest? Hellerer {shakes hands with him). . The whole neighborhood calls it that and father almost passes for a saint.

well. To listen to your father That's right! even if you do come from the city. you can show me the farm. Good-by. I'm good and tired. sit Ferner. Scene III Ferner on the closes the door. You know how Have another {Fills the glass. Good-by. floor with his cane the table. Have a glass? {Fills the glass. disgrace. wise Adam Farmer. indeed! Run along. Frank. He. 're here ? ! ! . brother. just play your cards well.) thing shall stay as before. Ferner comes back to he speaks without looking at Frank. Yes. If you need us — Meanto while. your — Feexee. Fairlv. Ceescence. no [Both off. It'll stay this way for awhile. and everyCome. brother because he doesn't wear black. Helleeee. he! Foolish girl. father wants to have a talk with his son alone. H'm. I never keep it up that tempo. I s'pose you're not sorry you The walks round here are fine. we'll be right back. I know hand away. standing in the centre front. I wonder what '11 come next! {Softly to Ferner. Frank {gulps it down).THE FARMER FORSWORN Helleree. draws figures and whistles aimlessly. shrewd sister. ) Frank. Cres(Aloud. 147 She's shocked at her ovm. good-by.) Now I know that girl certainly gives your what you w^ant. your servant.] Frank. Ferner. That was just to take the edge off my thirst. it's a beautiful country! Ferner. Ferner. At first Frank. Take father's words is Helleeee. for I walked across the mountains and could not find my way among the paths for a long time.) Help yourself. Thanks. too. yes. Ferner. You had good weather so far? Frank. Frank? Frank (does so). Yes. heart. Most likely cence. Don't you want to down.

Crescence is. Is — that — so — ? Ferner. have you any affection for your folks! Do you like your (significantly). vou're ! Frank. sister? Frank. You're a But you nuist do your share to make her good lad! perfectly contented and happy. you see what I mean is that brother and sister usually like each other. at Go and take home here. Ferner. (Drinks. it and yet we're father and vour things. if she gets Toni of Adam Farm. haven't seen you since you were so high. Frank. Ferner. Well. we're really each off otlier. Frank. Now that's right. Franky. is wliat a ])rother should say. indeed. But we won't let folks Yes. Ferner (staring at him). . Strange question! Did you not say yourself . Let me tell you.148 THE GERMAN CLASSICS {filling his oivn glass). it's Ferner I follow suit. Come. Franky? We're viglit there when make fun it's necessary to show folks that the Ferners stick . won't vou.) Honestly. like strangers to hard to talk to you. but first let me get a good look at you.) your heart. isn't necessary AATiat I may soon have cause to leave again. — Frank (sloivly and ironically). She's a mighty sweet girl. Thanks. with all with Frank and drinks. I'll come to that all right. (Gesture. of us. I'll I get to it. Franky! Aye. do you say? your plan for me. Tell me. Ferner. are like strangers to each other. here's to you. son. . (Clinks glasses You hope she may. Frank. hey.) I can hardly believe that I'm the father of such a big what is boy. I hope she may. and especially an unmar- ried fellow that has no sweetheart usually thinks a lot of his sister. just have one more drink. with all my lieart. Tell me frankly. tliat we Ferner. she'll make a good match. and how handsome you've hasn't spoiled you? gTOwn ! I hope the city Frank Not the city.

I will set the whole dish in the cold The two farms shall be right away: help yourself! Hasn't the old joined. Ferner {somewhat confused. you have had schooling. Put that fellow into a cowl Ferner {significantly). and I'd give Crescence mine. ha. Well. I'm proud of it. and that 149 to we 're going make our Crescence the know. show piece of the land. Ferner. You can crack Listen. Franky? a capital fellow. You? Ha. and so start out the young folks on the biggest piece of land in the country. and now we've touched on that point. if you are in such a hurry for the first spoonful. you're jokes. Polly. hut immediately regaining Yes. between us. the old Adam a schemer. You Farmer ^^you just met him is — — plenty of room you think so? when So that's the the family increases. come in? Frank. ha! You. if the two farms come together. and that 's why I sent for you and FiL^NK. But Franky. let me tell you it was the wish of your grandmother God bless 'em both and it'd be and your mother — — . but in a way that suits me too. Toni would say. he hasn't had any ! schooling. and self-control). yes. don't way we've settled it ! and how do you feel about it? We wanted to get your opinion too. hey. They '11 have ! . Yes. But I have. Frank. that's true! Where 'd he Ha. no. and he can't help thinking. there is one. his farm's the biggest in the country next to mine and adjoins it. thanks. what a fine stretch of So land it would be that 's always been my idea too we agreed that he give Toni his farm. How neatly you paw at the hot porridge now you expect me to blow on it for you so you need not burn your tongue. — Adam Farmer a marriageable daughter? Ferner.THE FARMER FORSWORN together on Crossroads Farm. Frank. then give her Adam Farm and I will marry — her.

appeasingly). who thinks you almost a saint. I'm just going to tell you this: up to now. my feeling for the family and was needless trouble to explain your economic plans and considerations. I am your child. Frank Why my Well now. my greatest joy if you'd only turn priest. I should have listened calmly and said '' no " just as cahnly. but now that you are trying subterfuges on me. there is no good in letting me see such things. Frank. Nothing. what a load that is. let me speak! All this time I've — never been able to confide in any one what nobody in the world knows bnt you and me and our Lord above — you understand. Frank. ! — — self-sacrificing and poorly paid profession there is into which you impress your sons without their feeling a divine call or consecration. than to me who know you. Frank. Ferner Frank. — . only dressed in cassocks! Ferner. can induce me to api)ly the toil of my studies to the most {rises. and finally it was needless trouble to show me that you'd rather give both the bird in your hand and any birds you can get out of the bush to your daughter. Considering all I know. listen to me if you had told me your Crossroads Farmer heart 's desire openly. as he finds it useful or serviceable.150 THE GERMAN CLASSICS my greatest pride and {nsin<j). It's like . . and thus take them from their families and their country only to see them haunt- ing the poverty-stricken parishes of their native land as that whicli they are not made to become. but the accessory who can talk or keep silent. Frank. . nature has kept in my soul the seal of the confessional on your crime after all. and I did not wish to furnish the world the spectacle of a son accusing his own father but be careful! You have no longer before you the boy of the past. but to remain farmers. It was need- less trouble to brotherly love. as a downright sinner. I tell you. here we come didn't you say that to start with? ask about it to the point.

who knows nothing about as the man you are. but there is method in your madness. and and material advantage would go hand in spiritual If you are already seekhand as nice as you please ing absolution. but what I want or don 't w^ant — ! ! . Frank. You do not wish her almost sainted father's stock to take a slump in her soul. you about it without my having to tell him you're the only one who can absolve me without any formalities. the question is not what you want. why not from the unspotted? Why don't you have Crescence become a nun and pray for both of us? According to your argument. Cen^i! Cenzi? The poor girl doesn't know a simplest way and then Cenzi — ! — ! thing about it! Is she to suffer for it? to Frank. appear before her. and your means are drastic. So you haven't the courage it. the intercession of the pure must count for more with heaven Ferner. when I communion without ever confessing a word 're and I often think I'll go remember how often I've taken neck. who can one day bless away my sin in my last extrem- the only person in the w^orld that — knows ity! Frank. You would get rid of your sins and I of my inheritance in the could have Toni. of it. are already out of your mind. know only too well that no priest to whom his office is sacred would leave your unrighteous possessions in your hands. why from your accomplice. Frank.THE FARMEK FORSWORN a millstone round 151 my mad 'o nights. therefore you are trying to deceive heaven itself by manufacturing for your own private use an accommodating priest who will absolve you on his own That's what you want However. you want to remain pious in the But you eyes of this inexperienced young creature. are so that you are planning to make retribupious tion for the first sin by a second one and because you * * ' ' . responsibility. don't forsake your father! Fkank I believe you {freeing himself from his clutch).

and you have no of me the additional sacrifice that would snatch from me the reward of all my former I am going to be master here Ferxer {sidlenly). but only German with you and other folks. No danger of that. What I want. no have to wait to be master here. but never lay a hand on me again. for I have not learned to talk Latin with our Lord God. Frank {forces him down into the chair). you can find out at the ones — ! — ! — — ! . — make her grandson happy I bless her memory for it. you could have depended upon that for I must confess that I am by no means in a position to act as your intercessor with heaven. You. Not Latin. You scoundrel. Besides. so long's I live {looking support . '11 I won't touch you No. you — — who deceived you to — — and up) who has been resting hands his Ixiir). I will tell you now in two words: This farm has cost me sacrifices enough. it was your own mother. finish what you've to say. . the fearful anxiety of years of knowledge about your crime has made me right to demand unsociable and friendless. That worked eight years ago. in the cool earth this year past. Ferner Frank. Agricultural School.152 THE GERMAN CLASSICS Ferner (draivs himself up and hloivs audibly). {quite stunned). master? Right quite right you are to squander and ruin the whole farm Frank. What else I have learned. its illegal acquisition has poisoned all my childhood. never fear it I obeyed your call and came home because I thought you perhaps wished to retire and turn over the w^ork to younger and more powerful arms it would have been well done. to I'll wait. Frank. Ferner {has dropped his head and passes his trenihlinrj through — guess. Then you haven't been studying! the his Ferner {rushes at him). and whether I am fit to be a landowner. you! That's way you cheat your father out of his money and last hope for peaceful death. aye. What! So dictatorial! Well.

if my life is not to be an utter bankruptcy. And that fairest dream of life love I seek it as my absolution. and to look up boldly and unquestioningly into the blue sky and you can well believe that I would not have exchanged that for your farm. I seek in vain. . You cannot make God your attorney after you have degraded Him to the place of a false witness. I wonder.THE FARMEE FORSWORN and on you no more I '11 curse you yet bed 153 — — my ! deathbed — on my death- Fkank Crossroads Farmer! {crying out). me ! You do not do well. but to watch and see . and nothing is left me. I know. anxiously concealing that one thought like an ugly sore on my body. that I am overreaching you for I have lost the self that nature endowed with a cheerful disposition to spurn the ground exuberantly beneath his feet. for then I have to remember also what you have been to me from my childhood to this day. Do you realize. Farmer. and who Avould know all the curse and the terrifying anguish of the present. You cannot complain. as you seek yours I seek a wife to whom I also need not confess what ! — ! weighs on of my soul. Crossroads Farmer.) Think twice before you speak of cursing or blessing. past my but who could love me faithfully in spite of all. Friendship! Where could I find a friend with the burden of our secret on my heart! Always anxiously shrouding. {Sternly. he would either turn from me in abhorrence. Family-life has been dead for me since my childhood. or the friend would turn into a traitor. {collapses utterly). to remind me at this moment of what I should be to you. I could not enjoy him! yet if I spoke. what you have destroyed in Family — friendship — love me is ! All that for all time? a fable to me. that I at least do not lose the price of my silence. Jesus! o\vn flesh and blood talks to Ferner Mary! This is how my Frank. and you know the day it died.

and at the will to probate now. seizes Frank with both hands and Frank. you must listen to me before you condemn me. but I didn't sav a mortal word to anybody. night when I couldn't sleep I'd get up and I'd take calmly out of the drawer and get it ready for the but then when one of you'd draw a deep next day breath in the stillness of the night. in The Lord his mistress the way it 's a sick man and her children. and I'd look over at my wife and your two little it — — and I'd put the paper Must I tell 'em so })ack into the drawer. she knew how bad it made us feel and she let us know it. and my wife and you two children and thought how my father's rich estate was to go into I felt. for she'd have tormented us more than ever. didn't mean to do wrong. sleeping so peacefully. and I put it quietly in the drawer and thought he'd soon come back. that ends it. leave 'em in beds. You must hear my side. I simply can't describe to any human being how was sure enough on top now. and lliiuk: soon that they've got to leave father's liouse and face a hard life? AVhy. but I thought.154 THE GERMAN CLASSICS Ferner {trembling. and wrote him that I'd got the Avill. went off with his boy Jacob to Vienna. Let me tell you what's been ! I didn't mean to do Heaven is my witness that I wrong. it just tightened on* my heart like a Time and again I thought to myself: Take noose. and Veroni Burger put on great airs on the if she already owned it. for Veroni when I looked at strangers' hands. All at the notice of my brother's death to the once comes house. lliere's time enough. To be sure it hurt me when my brother said he was going to leave everything to on my heart all these years. so no one could tell Veroni. if that's to be. Then my brother. ti-emble my hand would peace as long as possible! And so the will lay for . Then my farm as brother's will came from the city. and he was. Frank. presses him doivn into the chair beside him). God will help you.



Then the suit went on and I had to swear to my statement. Then Veroni got tired of waiting and she went to court. and when I met her at the first hearing and she laughed so scornful as if it was bound to go her way now. Frank. Frank.THE FARMER FORSWORN 155 weeks in my drawer. If there only hadn't been that. and from that time on. I said there wasn't any will. and meanwhile you wouldn't have had any father and perhaps no bread So the day I was only misery and disgrace to swear I went to church very early and lifted my hands to heaven again and asked our Lord to give me another sign. and when the judge as if I was the yelled at me in such a lordly way in the world where was the will ? the biggest rogue came to me: What is there to it. not yet knowing what was to come of it. if there only hadn't been any oath! You can't imagine how I felt. I took that as the first sign. '' Well. even if there was a will. I was anxious all the time about the — — — letter I'd written to brother. But when the letter never appeared. and as the time was already approaching — ! . Frank. it was too late now to say: there is a will! It wasn't only that I'd have lost everything. I was wrathy and to quarrel with Veroni and we got so excited the began judge had both of us taken out. Don't forget. for fear it might have got into the wrong hands. isn't there one I " that's when I began to get the idea whether I couldn't say there wasn't any. and lifted my hands to our Lord to ask Him for a sign to tell me whether He wouldn't forgive me if I suppressed the will for the sake of my children and on account of the sinful life Veroni had led with my brother. I came home with my dander up. Then the judge shouted. if the dead man had — Why. what have thought I done that he should yell at me so? I got mad and said there was no use taking this to court. as my taken it with him into his grave you see. but they'd have put me into jail into the bargain. because it hadn't been returned to me.

right into the court room only when I stood before the cnicifix with the lighted candles. I really wasn't responsible I felt as if God was after all withdrawing His hand from me I was almost despondent.156 for THE GERMAN CLASSICS comity seat. as if I couldn't raise it. all at once my right hand felt as heavy as lead. and it seems as if the affair wr)uld never end! Now I don't know what's to be done Great God! May — . but just as on the day when you suddenly stood before me. clearly You can imagine when — ! ! — [Short pause. just like an angel from Then heaven. Prank. ( TimidUh ) I don't know how it is. I calmly got up. Frank. thanked heaven for its mercy and happened yet — me to start for the — ' ' ' ' : vowed I'd take sake. go swear now. just as you interfered then. her hair braided around her head. I had come home and was burnin the back kitchen and all at once ing the document I wasn't responsible you stood there watching me for what I did then. and distinctly and everything was all right. so that I could wish the earth would swallow me up. I feel now a terrible fear. it dawned on me that the later when God's Lord had intrusted the farm to me only jrs an overseer. I went to the the sin on myself for the children's county seat and walked bolt up. there me. That braced me up. for the paper really was lying miles away in my drawer. Now you know how it came.'] But blessing rested through all the vears on house and field. So I was able to repeat the oath Then God isn't sent any will. and had at the same time decided which of you was to have it. sent by her mother to tell me not to be late sjie stood before me in her little white dress. me the thought: you needn't swear there but only swear you haven't got it. and said Daddy. and nothing had all of a sudden something touched my and I looked up and little Crescence stood before knees. so you do today.

tvho starts to go. and for you I'm not Matthias Ferner. {rousing his father). you bear that in mind. Old man. for that's the way I am into this room here I expect to come a good many times without knocking. then wait till somebody says Come in. Who is it? You? Veroni. we should both be happier if you had been all your life less what you call pious. you saucy thing? I again)." ! — — .) 157 {Rests his head on his Frank {rises and puts his hand on his shoulder). goes to the right. show better manners. Ferner {gets up and lualks toward her entirely himself You want to talk to me. though I wouldn't swear that folks '11 call you that much longer. that's your rightful name. I surely don't feel like talking to vou todav! But when you do come here. Good evening.THE FARMER FORSWORN our Lord be with us both! hands. The same. don't come into the room as if you'd dropped from Heaven. to the centre of Veroni. and when you come again. {To Frank. for perhaps in a few weeks everybody '11 be calling you what my granny in Ottenschlag " Farmer has called you these years.] Scene IV Short knock." And then I want to tell you tliat I'm master of house '' and home here. But it just suits me today. but always honest.) Don't go you can hear what I have to say to Matthias Ferner. Perjury. after this. Good evening to you both. and so you needn't be so mad about my bad manners. but Crossroads Farmer. and if I call you Matthias Ferner. I expect. {lifts his Father! head from his hands). Veroni going quickly forward the stage. and if you knock Frank Ferner — at the door. and now you go Veroni. guess it isn't so important and can wait till some other time. [Leaves him.

tice will prevail. and shrugs girl. you'd betwith excitement) Behind my back you can make all the ter get out! plans you want. Only you needn't " '' be surprised if your road leads off Honesty Road to the y)enitentiary ! Ferner. I suppose? woman and now she's The okl made you and I've Veroxi. The next sunrise will see — — — — : — me on the way to the county seat. All right.158 THE GERMAN CLASSICS {flaring up). and you shall travel the same road to want and shame that you sent my mother on eight years ago. and I think that lie has lived long But as an honest enemy I've come to tell enough. either I won't wait.Qt on your high . for folks can never hear the truth too soon. Ferner One more such word. or you may meet with an accident. you and what you can expect. for all of me. we must have our rights at once for that poor old woman up there at Ottenschlag hasn't much more time to wait. rake up the old lawsuit Jusagain. tremhling If you value your bones. so you keep that in mind and get out of my sight. . You slanderer! {Reaches for a chair. Granny doesn't know 3^et what I know never had my mind in better control than today. to your face that the truce between us is over. and there's no more proving your case now than there was then. but it's not very becoming for you to <::. ! {Checks Jiimself his shoulders. . This morning* on Adam Farm I told you I wouldn't have waited till today if I knew pos-itively about your sin but probably but that I hoped I could prove it yet neither of us expected what I can tell you tonight I can prove it and I won't wait. Veroni. I'm going to live here on Crossroads Farm. . — face you'd better not go too far. if you%'e got any money to throw away.) at Ottenschhig is daffy crazy. I won't wait. But in my house and to my — . too. that's ours by divine and human law according to my fatlier's last will. I won't trouble you any longer.

Ferner {shrugs his shoulders. face to face to say. now that we two know how we stand? You can imagine how I've waited and I like to see you. You surely must know that nobody could force me Veroni. — here just in time to be your witness ? Frank. year after year. and how plain I can read on your forehead: folks I ! wanted to see you.THE FARMER FORSWORN 159 horse and talk big about justice and evidence. I know it and I wouldn't have asked my — handwriting! Perjury. This isn't — Veroni. to a chair. but all saw you this is the way — That's the way first. But it is so This letter strikes home and what " Dear you wrote then: Jacob.] Farmer Perjury. Miserable man. ) May be you count on him or think he 's come . before other by myself i . folding his hands. I've got your father himself this time you don't swear against a poor to testify against own father. and that's why I knew you wouldn't spoil it for me when it came. it isn't handsome of " to leave so little to me and my children agrees you very well with what happened afterward. into which he sinks doivn poiverless. pityingly) Talk. I've got the letter you wrote to my father when he was in the hospital ! woman and two little orphans your own words in your own — this time it's against Farmer Ferner {looking that can't be! at her ivith glassy eyes). knew you'd get smaller and smaller. used to make folks think you were big I as small as ! you wanted to have you Not a word have you alone before me. now that's the way AVhy swagger. it of you. idle talk what do you know about it? Gossip! {Pointing to Frank. Frank. Now your first sign turns against ! ! you! [Ferner staggers back Veroni {nears him). waited for this hour. but I've got a better witness than you. when there's some one standing right beside you in this room who saw with his own eyes where that will went to.

" ''You haven't done me wrong.) Good-by ! Scene V Shallow stage. Poor . Don't beg for him. I Veroni. . at this moment. Vkkoni. (Holds out both hands. dressed as in the previous scene. To the left a door. Do I speak for him alone? Veroni. In the rear to the right a bed. Is sittinsj at Seeks news of lier sweetheart l)riu:ht. Just as other lovers Talk foolishness too. you must be settled first when there's more chalked up against you then come and nothing the old account speak for yourself. to the left of it a window affording a view of the mountains which are seen in the following setting. know vou're not to hard to bear other folks' sins. sings left with a candle. From the stars shininjj She asks liow he's faring. nitjlit. after a miserable life as an outcast. blame and how But I can't help . I know from his last w^ords that he wouldn't have lived such a life if that old man had been different. enters from the the stage lights up.] Frank. to the left a table. does it not strike me it is too? fellow. Do you want something of me? Frank. Veroni! Veroni. I'm a monstrous That's what I came for. on a shutter. wait a little — think it over — do not go too fast! Veroni {sternly). Frank Ferner! Up yonder in the death chamber at Ottenschlag my brother is lying. Frank. no. A lass by her window. Let me put in a word with you for the old man. In front The stage is dark when the curtain rises.160 THE GERMAN CLASSICS villain. and now good night to you both! [Turns and goes to the door. And if he is true. Veroni's little room at Ottenschlag.

Toni appears and leans in at the window.THE FARMER FORSWORN Don't lift 161 To the stars up your glances way up there.) from her head. They're much too far distant From this Two stars Are But in earthly place.) {Removes jacket.) I haven't anything to say to you or to hear from you. and the most sensible thing we can do is to keep away from each other. Veroni? turns to Veroni {starts. listen to You You must Veroni. that will answer your love's face. You'll find it quite easy Yourself to deceive. Vol. me in anger this' morning. I would adWse you the skies all too deeply Into those dear eyes. I don't like that. {Yodlijig. how you frightened me here! I can't understand how vou dare to come here to me. ToNi. Scene Yl Veroni. To look to Than gaze Those stars and their speaking. Though you're weeping or laughing. left I've been waiting for you ever since sundown. ToNi. The stars do not care. me. takes off her Whoever invented that song must surely have the kerchief known that love's the biggest cheat in the world just the same. How do you do. XVI— 11 . It's all over between us. out! You keep {Lifts one foot over the window. the ivindoiv). Don't always believe. ! Toni! Great What do you want heavens.

Crescence is a poor or2)han compared Veroni. although — they aren't of Die best tliciiiselves. Mighty becoming to 5^ou. ToNi. you didn't have fits either. Very well. Not at all. ToNi {coming forward). you wouldn't let 'em fling another girl at your head if you 'd honestly loved me. Look here. Veroni. she loses at every point . and often the whole fellow isn't worth as much as one of the girls. like a cat rubbing against an old woman's dress. xV nice way to talk! As I say. Veroni. three or four of 'em often running after one fellow. for you could never be like that. ToNi. Don't think I'm as stupid as some other women folks. to you. Do you think I'm lik<' the fellows you nicau that go ToNi. the least I'd like to know why you should me. you couldn't imagine liow sulky she gets and how high and mighty.162 ToNi. That means that I'm no more you than the Jew you'd spit on. when they said you'd have to take Crescence. Compared with you. alone in the future. if you'd ever liked find fault with me Veroni. with several women? What do I care for all other . See here. you wouldn't talk that way if Veroni. THE GERMAN CLASSICS You couldn't be so indifferent bit. just so long as he tells each one how IkkI and worthless the others are. my goodness. You keep harping on that. Then I'm even worse than a Jew to you. Veroxi. I don't spit at Jews. I have to obey my father. you 'd really loved me. I don't object and I'm not jealous of any girl girl who all I and gets you. I 'spose you're surprised that I haven't torn my Well. I don't begrudge you to any ask is that you go away now and leave to me ToNi. that affair with hair because of this? Crescence isn't stamped and sealed yet but it may come to nothing. Just let Crescence is — who me knows you. tell no sort of a girl.

I liked you. but played a game behind both our backs that could only insult a self-respecting woman. for in those years a young girl loves easily and thinks anything that looks like a man must be one. I was a foolish young thing when I met you. But as it is. wasn't married. I'd have of 'em little joy in the world. But if you'd been the least bit of a man you might have told me It 's all over. The . I wouldn't have spoiled your wedding day for you. for I'm just thinking that I'm — — glad to get rid of a scamp like you without any trouble. you neither kept your word nor ' ' ' ' took it back. though an unfaithful lover. if I do have iny ideas and if they had hot blood ten times from my parents over must have been unusual folks that only they mixed with good people. Veroni (with a superior air). I'll wager. And if I should have to take her as those two old blockheads have and you know you can't argue with either decided and was never to see you again. We all do the best we can in this world. Couldn't you keep on that way? We just have to make the best of it. ToNi. Well.THE FARMER FORSWORN women. And you noble because did promise everything good and lovely and my good looks took you. Though my heart would have been heavy at first. — — Veroni. so we do and folks wouldn't say anything about you except that you're your parents' child and can't disown their hot . all 163 I'm worried about is losing you. I'd have had my trouble for nothing. If Crescence got sulky and wouldn't take me after all. Your mother did the same with the Crossroads Farmer. honestly. but I'd have always regarded you as an honest man. Yes. but he always had two or three on the string. for I'm used to having mighty you for my sweetheart. He blood. and by that time both heart and feet would have surely got lighter again and I'd have thought it just wasn't to be. and not a single boy in the parish blamed you.

Act as wild as you like the boy on the real man comes you'd rather have — — — — spot! Veroni {pushing him hack). My. she's come to have more sense too. " Yes " from me. and now march out the way you came in ToNi {retreating a little).) Say. Puppy! This is the end! Scene VII Frank {swings Veroni ! himself quickly through the ivindow). but in the meantime she gets poor. Now I'm free again another must come. a real man. which he thinks is very smart. and you thought the poor homeless girl who'd been going with you so long could do nothing but keep trudging along the road that suited you. such as how I'll go treasure digging tomorrow.164 rich THE GEEMxlN CLASSICS farmer girl. Toxi {nears her). ! — Veroni. Veroni Veront (iw patiently. to get a There. No. now we've talked it out with each other and it's over and done with. . or about changelings that were exchanged in the cradle you know and later suddenly change back. she's grown older in course of time and in spite of the fact that she was always with you. or about how a lad can easily make a mistake thinks he's got the rich farmer's daughter. and by jilting the supposed poor girl. If you won't start but I know that till that ToNi. he really turns down the rich — But that same poor girl that you talked into leaving her granny so you'd find it easy to lead her around by the nose for years.4 short pause. but you know how to say Listen! your say.) I'm done. that's not the way! If I felt like it I could tell vou something very different. (. girl. ah. you rascal. she suited you all right. I know something. and one does what the other was to have done.

Now have I got to wait for a third fellow to come along and ' ' say jump ' ' to you.) No. Fido! But jump. 165 What do you want? '11 Don't you here. Are you like the rest. but one good turn deserves another come ! — — — here! {Pointing to the tattle. and it does not interest me ToNi {prondly). No. ToNi {frightened). and given him the surprise of his life.THE FARMER FORSWORN ToNi {rubs meddle his side). before I Frank Veroni. Frank. I don't know what about. Frank {comes forward). You to 3^ou ! must talk Veroni {sharply). and because I was good enough to give you an inch today you want to take an ell? Silly goose. that I am. ToNi. it's it would take till to- morrow morning. I am the son of the Crossroads Farmer. no! Goodnight! {Climbs Go and be hanged. Frank. No. time for me to sleep. Good Lord. Frank. Does this gentleman know who I am? Frank. I say ! ToNi.) Scene VIII Veroni. Glad to know you. no harm intended. if you hadn't interfered I'd have that fellow out myself.) Jump. W^ell. windoiv sill. I wouldn't like that. You mustn't Frank {stamping Frank. impatiently. ToNi. We be reconciled in another minute are not alone? I — you get out of here. can get rid of you ? The third will not fail you. Get out. And at this hour. why. out. {seriously). Veroni {speaking at first with the utmost harshness). I should have known that on summer nights you can't leave your windows open without letting in any good-for-nothing fly-by-night from all directions. but don't let either of our two old men know you met me here. brother-in-law to be say. I'm the son of the Adam Farmer. .

that. and it defenceless a second time that I am here. it is Veroni (frightened). But first you must know what is at stake. here to protect you I am honestly taking no greater liberty than your watch-dog. Frank not talk that way. I 'm not afraid of anything in the world. me it. And when I warn you and say Listen to me. whether you think much or little of it. No thought (seriously). not from the way he acted is to prevent liim before Fr. Veroni. that I am — We've got two such beasts in the house. when he finds everything is at stake.\nk. It is Veroxi. and if your new comrades got wind of you. father? Go on. I have come to protect you. My father is on the way to Ottenschlag though he did not . Frank. they wouldn't leave much of you. until I have told you you surely are not afraid of it ! Veroni. moment of me. I consider it my duty. as you can well imagine that Have patience just for a . his courage may have fallen. Your certainly not a good one. I merely came to do you a service.166 THE GERMAN CLASSICS know you are indignant at my bursting into your room now. you just imagine Frank. But I must tell you what I fear so that you will not be surprised no matter what happens. It isn't necessary. not for the sake of a I trifle come here at this hour. he would not shrink from any act of violence as I can say. only face him as a woman. girl. I Frank. because I have experienced it and be as fearless as you will. I have come for Though revive Therefore . Veroni (more timidly). I wouldn't have thouglit he'd have the courage for that. a man. Do say what his errand was. despair will "WHiat a desperate man will venture. as nmcli of a child as I from maltreating the was. when I myself. Would to God I were mistaken. still you . have been driven here by fear. today. he will. That man is dangerous.

Veroni. You know now where to look for help. You really think he means anything as bad as that? Frank. Don't think ill of me because of that boy! . ! once. You certainly are the finest and most honest enemy one could ever have Frank. That love would never have come but from my hate.) Veroni {holds out both hands). 167 for your sake — for my sake — and even for his own sake. you and yours. but now it is different. Have pity on my fear. but I shall keep my eye on the house to- — — — night. I wouldn't have opened my heart so thoughtlessly to the fellow you just met here if I hadn't always even as a little thing longed for some one to protect me from want and danger and from the enmity of your family. so that you may come to understand me. I am not your enemy. to prevent anything worse than has already happened! Veroni (has timidly neared him). I will explain to you. that I was your enemy until today. But that is all over now that I have seen you! Let us make peace. You're a good boy. still you were the cause of it and then the older I grew and the more my conscience troubled me for the wrong we had done you. Frank.THE FARMER FORSWORN the sake of us all. forgive me! Surely we have all suffered enough Veroni. and I will not trouble you longer. and if it was not exactly your fault that my father maltreated me so that I had to leave home. to expect where night" on top of all you! {Walks up stage. But to hide you here in the house that won't do. it wouldn't be proper. the more embittered I grew toward you. Veroni do not be mine either. I hated you from childhood. I wish you would let me lie out there before vour door I dare not leave here I dare not! Veroni. I suppose you are right. and how happy I am that I can bury them both at I do not like to say this but God bless — danger and " Good — ! . He is out of his mind he doesn't think nor care what happens.

We used to play ''Uncle and Veroni" now I remember quite well how he used to Jacob he was the priest who married us. vou can. Certainly not. full me I of pride and defiance of the whole world and singling out for your full confidence yes. Frank — past {si filling). Veroni. what I think of you I Vekoni.168 THE GERMAN CLASSICS Frank. I do. Do you care so much. and now I won't be afraid any more. and Frank. let — — Then good-by for today. see how black the sky is. until I see you arrived at the county seat. That Frank. Veroni. either. Veroni. this is the face — have seen so often. but I failed to find it. That will never do. . You know I thought to myself this morning on Adam Farm. Why. Then it's all right and well. I'm going to watch outside. keep Veroni {fjoing with him to the tvindoiv). because I trust you. Yes. Let me go with you tomorrow. the face of little Veroni. yes. Do you remember what we used to play f Veroni {embarrassed). and don't you feel the Frank {turns). that if you were Veroni I ought to recognize you by something. where I won't tell safely you not to do what has to be done. I shall have neither rest nor peace until I know you are out of all until this night is over danger yes. I'd like to have your company. It comes to me now that I see you standing here before me. just as unruly and as frank as when we four children were still playing together on Crossroads Farm. Most likely some silly children's game. and little look — — — Crescence was bridesmaid. knowing you'll stand by me. I sliall take the same road anyway for I shall not return to Crossroads Farm. Veroni. honestly. and what a licking we got for that game. because mother didn't like it and said it wasn't proper. But I forget that those days are long us think of the present. Frank.

that would be pretty hard after a sleepless night. For you see I don't mind telling you. Tomorrow I would once more see the radiance of childhood and home in the morning glow of the mountains. The old man certainly won't come now. but till then let me keep my dream! Let us wander I suppose through the mountains. and then wherever that day glares it shall upon me perhaps yonder across the ocean not down me. these images I will take with me into the heat of the day that follows. Veroni {Climbs out of the window. and as long as he isn't here now. once there let fate take its course and give reality its due. — But — — tomorrow ! into the mountains! — Good-by for now. It is the only part of my life that had not its drop of gall. less safe you are right. and I wouldn't advise anybody to try it! So you can go down to Ottenschlag — — without fear. Later when these fellows are in and the dogs loose. Fkank. you need your few hours' rest too. It may not be fifteen minutes before the smugglers come and that's why the dogs are still chained up. and then it's over the mountains to the county seat. he won't be able to do anything if he does come later. Why should you hang around out there all night? We 've got a long walk before us tomorrow. for even my future offers me no inviting prospect.) .THE FARMER FORSWORN 169 storm-wind coming from over the mountain-tops? You've barely got time to get down to Ottensjclilag. for the whole neighborit just happens that hood is full of rumors about it we're going to have late guests again. no stranger will dare come near the place. but tomorrow morning I will be here by sun-up. let us taste once more in spirit all the joys of that childhood that lies in the early dawn of life and only reveals to us its full happiness after it is gone from us forever. for tonight you are doubtunder the protection of these lawless people. let that be my last concession to the yearning of my heart.

he gets angry and tosses it about until doors and windows squeak for fear. that I'd get up again so soon and actually come here to see you. Just leave it open.) Now I don't even know whether he took the right path if he you can't see a hand's breadth before you strikes the wrong one he'll go an hour out of his way. Veroni (frightened. . either. {She has gone to the door and locked it.) walks or I'll ! Don't make a fuss. retreats.) It'll be a bad night. how that shrivels you up Aye. watch me trump your ace! Ferner. you know! I don't suppose you ! said '' No " the window. aside). now walks to the window. But it's just the plucky girls that I like. and you probably didn't imagine. This little house stands so lonely on the heights and the wind always takes hold of it on all sides as if he wanted to carry it away. I've come your window just the same.) Scene IX Veroni. when you made me so small today. cry! shoot you down at your first Hand out the letter Veroni (again thoroughly composed. aside). Ferner. gritting his teeth. There he is after all! Ferner (seats himself on the ivindoiv-sill. for it's great sport to take the starch out of 'em. his rifle betiveen his knees). and though some time since I gave up chasing girls. — — {Returning to centre. There's no time to think about it. and when that doesn't succeed. it's to That's what I want of you. [Goirig to the windoiv.170 THE GERMAN CLASSICS Veroni. and in this storm one can easily lose one's footing. Just wait. Ha ha ha! (Rises. to her. Well. Ferner appearing just then at the windows. you card-sharp. God be with you. it'll be wiser for you to say nothing and to hear reason! You're so obliging. to the fellow I just saw climbing out of I know you don't care much for me.

THE FARMER FORSWORN 171 Veeoni {pretends anger). Don't make me wild with your useless teasing. Poor Jacob. I'll have a last word with him now! [^Out through the window. Probably that's why there's so many. suit wants to have his father completely at his mercy! Veroni {sarcastically). for it's just as we say about fools. Was that Frank? Jesus and Joseph! I couldn't believe my eyes as he yes! — — and yet — that slipped by me in the dark — he's got the letter — the villain he's got ahead of me — . You might thought of my at least leave Ferner. ^^ — ah nothing '11 happen to him he won't be anywhere in sight I'd feel mighty bad if anything happened to him. May the good Lord forgive my sin. dreamed of Crossroads Farm for the last time. and I ad\dse you not to talk any more about Farmer Perjury! By by! My boy can't be very far yet. Veroni. you'll get your right on Saint Nevermore 's day at the village of Nowhere. for I like him almost as much as a brother. . I s'pose that vexes you terribly? You've Ferner. You know mighty well yourself that I haven't got it any more. We two are done with each other. unable to call for help and forced to do as you two please. But now I've set the each one makes a dozen more. Ferner. or? — me in peace My boy? What do you ! say? Are you crazy — Veroni. but I never would have believed how easy you can turn a cheat when you have to face one. I don't doubt that out there in your hiding place you were enjoying the being defenseless here. It seems you don't know the fellow that just got out of the window ? Ferner {suddenly frightened). old ! man on Frank — I hope — — . Veroni. Didn't you sick your o^vn boy on me to bully the letter out of me? You've got what you want now. but hurry and empty your spool and hand out the letter. . my real brother. Spin me no yarns.

The Smugglers. romantic. I commend them both into Thy hands. [A loud peal of thunder. Hurry up. Soft. Let's hurry to get the wind Frank our backs again. First Smuggler. in the background one extending across the whole stage.] Frank Ferner! Ferner (behind the scene).] lightning. {enters on the right). Tempest.172 THE GERMAN CLASSICS he 's lying cIowti in Ottenschlag now Heavenly Father. foreground (in the wings) a movable boulder. it I cannot find again. Hey. flashes of curtain. you do\vTi there. Ijundlcs and all. silent until half across. rocky landscape. with large bales of goods on their backs. thunder and lightning. it would blow us off this rock. peculiar murching mxisic. hallo {tvhistling sJirilli/). tJie others are Hey. Second Smuggler — Frank ! . wait till we get down. Accursed storm. if the woods over vonder didn't break the wind. [The Last Smuggler off the stage. ending in a bridge spanning a ch-asm concealed from the audience by a smaller boulder. Drop Scene Wild. the path's only wide enough I'oi.] notices Frank. Frank. march over the bridge above. to which {five or six) smugglers. [Disappears and the soft music at I more of me? up any my — know how to get back — but what way ahead — So far the road went down here goes lies hill. in front to the right a so called " Blarterl" {a m-emoricd tablet for someone killed in mountain climbing). wait a bit. Let the earth be light on the dead one and keep the other from dis! tress and danger. X in the left The scene shows a plateau. later Ferner.

Frank. you've got to obey me. — Frank has happened to do. give it here! Frank. Frank. I must have it. don't drive him to despair! I don't know what might happen. hey! the stage). I I'll guide you. Do not apologize before anything I will wait to see what you are going — Ferner You stay here! I'm your {seizing him again). you've got that letter Who The says so? girl herself. ! resolutely). up which Frank is . Frank. What. Frank. for the sake of all our souls. against the {He pushes him off. don't defy me now. The smugglers march slowly across the back of the stage. {frees himself). that's what the Scriptures say. Well.THE FARMER FORSWORN Frank. 173 Who calls? — Hallo.) you. {pulls Frank forward. Frank. Ferner.] Ferner Frank. so that Ferner boulder. your old father begs you with uplifted hands. for what with fear and hope. Come along.] Ferner {holding liim back). Let Frank. father. you don 't know the ground. our roads separate [The marc\ music begins again. Ferner. me go. are you still tramping around here! Ferner. Frank. Look. I hardly know myself. You have been there? Well. if she says so. if that's the case. Feener {rushing upon Frank? 'Twas here ! — Is it you. I say — I no longer have anything in common with staggers cliynhing. do not need your guidance. give me the letter. here. I know it's no use.) [The smugglers have left the stage. No! {Turns. it must be true.

) I always knew thou wouldst not forsake me in my need. I'll shoot you down like .) fall by my hand from childhood now he lies far did this have to come. it must be a Divine dispensation. a chamois ! Frank {bg the bridge). Devil from hell! {'He shoots. there won 't be a whole bone in his body the letter is carried away no one can bring to light any more that evidence against me and my accomplice.. sombre melody.'] [Frank has appeared above and walks toward the \ bridge. that I let you get out of ! my hands alive years ago in that kitchen Hurries up stage. Agitated music. by the time he strikes the rapids yonder over the sharp rocks. my Saviour.] Ferner {tremhling and hiding his face). {Short pause. Scoundrel.) [A short. {He kneels before the crucifix.174 THE GERMAN CLASSICS Ferner {recovering himself). indicating a prayer. That's a Divine dispensation. Remember that the fingers on the trigger of your rifle are the same you lifted for the oath — and then lift — lift your arm if you can! Ferner {beside himself). he was simply destined to hands. folloived then by tremulous strains. Frank.'] Ferner (screaming) By all the saints. you lay hands on mef You're taking advantage of your father's misfortune — Oh. {His strength fails him and he sinks to the ground. too? below the torrent will drag him away. mingling with the march of the smugglers. a second troop of whom appear above by the bridge. drops his He would have it.) [Frank falls without a word from the bridge. if you don't stop and hand out the letter. his hands slipping — — — — doivn the post.] . while Ferner staggers forward.



down stage a table. My soul. before it two spinning wheels. either. Aunty. . between them and the arm chair a pine torch holder. 'S long the storm lasts. Rosie and Katie on the bench spinning wearily and sleepily. to the attic. two stools. Barber. to the right wooden stairs leading a tile-stove. and she'll count up every drop agin' when I get home. an arm chair. an' tomorro' he'll get up a well man." Howe's my brother getting along? Barber. Scene I Aunty sit o' the woods is reading in a book of sermons. I tell ye the death-watch is nothin' but a it worm means that batts his head agin' the rotten boards an' nothin' else! yet. how happy I am. Barber. o' course I had to come here on account o' the sick man. too. an' Nonsense. so I c'd look after 'im in time. as the curtain rises the Barber is coming down the stairs. Babber {walking forward and then sitting doivn hy the old Folks 'twas the best thing you c'd IV Oman's side). ber can't do anythin' agin' nature. but it's different at home.THE FARMER FORSWORN ACT ni A wretched looking hut. up . girls. Aunty. there's my wife that can't stan' the wet. He's sleepin' the sleep o' the just. right away. such a torch lights up the scene. Well. — You wood. The barthough there 's folks in the village that say. to the left 175 Door centre. y' know I'd rather wait myself for 't t' let I can't abear t' get soaked. for the deathwatch never stopped tickin' in the wall all night long. for I'd be too afraid t' sleep. I'd begun to think we'd have t' have a death in the house. you'd orter go to bed. by the side wall a bench. unless it t' call ' ' do me Aunty. goin' to set up awhile 's Aunty? Aunty. your father's out o' danger now. either. helps.

t' . I don't mind vou. don't just liaf to drink. all your prayers won't make tliis storm end very soon. Katie {pinches her oiv7i arm). the barber can't bear these ghostTell awav. RosiE. stories. Tell us one. go home to t' Katie. Then aunty '11 begin. I on'y wisli the storm You so we little was Katie. oho. my! the lazy farmer 'at thought when he was workin' he — had Katie.176 THE GERMAN CLASSICS These came girls here ain't like that. they'll both of 'em get t' good husbands for a reward. aunty. they out after me for their father's sake in spite o' this devilish weather. Katie. lljiving goose-flesh or bad dreams and wrong-headed notions. it's all the same to me. they're plucky. Well. but one 'at isn't afraid his W' ife. . your flesh creep. Good v. you mean 'cause I drink. Go on. RosiE. You know. then listen! Once the' was a farmer RosiE {laii(jhinfj). Aunty {slaps the booh to). know what foi*. Yes. Oho. in my work feel folks' sufferin' so much. This 'ud be a night for a regTilar shudder story. Come. You mean Both. close your book. Barber. RosiE {makes herself comfortable). Well. . There's a queer pleasure in feelin' Aunty. the one at home — or — Barber. I'm waitin'. Men over. I bet aunty means the about tlie farmer 'at took his cow to market an' story then two rogues came along. you don't know. barber. imp. . Barber. Tliat's the old story about Oli. An' one so 't 'at won't be in the state vou was in you c'd count up on him before the storm day ever came the drops o' the wet 'at your wife can't stand.

right. drenched. Amen! Si' you're just drippin' down back there by th' stove. ye silly {slaps the table). pale. {sits down by the stove). an' when the poor man came to die he sent word t' the rich farmer t' come to his death-bed an' he paid . Ye don't sav much. aunty. You want shelter here? All from home? Hey? I don't know this village. ye don't live in Ferner Aunty. dunces don 't ye know that all stories begin that way f Well Once upon a time the was a farmer Barber. Now. Aunty. The villain! XVI— 12 . now. if I'd got such a soakin'. Ferner. Are ye far ye. Rosie. Praised be Jesus Christ! {except Aunty). says the rich farmer. " My husband paid you off. Once the' story." RosiE. It seems the weather — caught ye in the mountains. for I never got a penny from your husband. don't mess up the whole room. — The poor widow buried after she went t' 'er husband an' a few days ' ' the rich farmer an' says." An' he died. " " What. ' : — — ! Ferner. with disheveled shakes the water from his hair. Of course. Aunty. and All Ferner {with a hollow voice). ''Wife.THE FARMER FORSWORN Aunty 177 You gabble and gabble. agitated. was a farmer. he was very rich. Forever and ever. gimme the receipt. I wouldn't feel like talkin' Go on with your either. Hush! Hark! somebody's trampin' up t* the house . forever and ever. why. I've paid everything. 'im everything he owed 'im then he called 'is wife and said. No. " what d'ye want? I haven't got any receipt for you. Let 'im alone. enters at centre hat. an' a poor tenant had owed him some money for years an' years. Vol. Aunty.

RosiE. it ends all right. this is what my husband God rest 'im. Such a wicked fellow. an' after that he was called the pious farmer by everybody. Ferner (visihli/ stirred. Oh say.) your permission. now I've got the advantage o' my sin an' now I'll make my peace again with heaven. story there — it interests me — with You're telling a {He Aunty. Be quiet." Then the rich farmer but the rich farmer said had t' go afore the court an' he boldly lifted his hand to th' Lord an' swore it was just's he said. Aunty. I sh'd think so. " No. Aunty. and so the rich farmer was doubly paid an' — — doubly rich an' doubly happy. it rained. Aunty.178 THE GERMAN CLASSICS Katie {drawing her dose). sits down on the vacant chair. you've got com- Well. the beginnin' o' his story just makes me mad. an' when he prayed for children. then all his cows calved as nice as ye pleased. myself. tol' me. Wait a bit. then draw up closer with ye? You're tremblin' 's — but what's the matter mon sense! . when he prayed for his prayed cattle. an' he thought nobody c'd be on better terms with heaven than himself. if ye had a fever. Then the poor woman went to court an' said. hadn't you better lie down in the hayloft? Barber. comes forward). then his wife was delivered so easv 't she hardly needed a midwife. for rain. an' they took all they had fr'm the poor widow an' her two children. I like to hear stories. an' if he wished f'r a boy that's what it was! So he thought blessin' was simply tumblin' into his hands. and so he began t' go to church an' to pray and to give alms and to pay for masses. that can't ye possibly be good for ye. an' haven' got a dry thread on your body. He thought t' himself. An' proud he was that everyWhen he thing had turned out after 'is own heart.

yourself. Barber (aside). an' when he was in there he sent evervbodv out last seat either. the farmer lived on as peaceful as if the the world t' the devil. 'd you hear that! — edge (Louder.l Well. now's when you begin to get frightened. [Listens.) — an' that's what surprised the whole the o' the bed. — I'm specially interested to know whatyour story happened his head Finish to the pious rich farmer. 179 positively). as I was sayin'." Then the farmer plucked up his last bit o' courage an' said: " I hope all began to my sins are forgiven. But the man in black " Don't torment laugh when he saw that and said. Go right on! Aunty. when he sees the priest comin' along. I know. the fellow on the edge o the bed that the rich farmer had Katie. good Lord had died and leased An' when he felt death comin' on. an' I can't fail to get into and sat doMH on at the very hour when the priest was supposed t' be with the village rich farmer the real priest was sittin' in the village inn playin' cards with the mayor RosiE. Stupid business. he sends for the father confessor. But and the school-master! Surely. farmer. an' the servant he sends f'r 'im has only got to the gate. supporting his head ivith both hands. so right with heaven. Katie." All the servants saw him go into the farmer's room. he thinks to himself. now I'll set mvself absolutely nor have the heaven. When the two was alone in the bedroom an' it was so quiet 'at they c'd hear the clock tickin'. Aunty. I came right along. I know everything and even better 'n you do. and he says to 'im. ' taken for the confessor the all at man in the bed was horrified. but he couldn't manage it nor he couldn't call on God an' the beloved Saints. once began to curse so 't Then the farmer tried to cross himself so he c'd begin his confession.THE FARMER FORSWORN Ferner {shakes first. when they look at him he turns his head away). . '' I know. lets both hands sink down. Ferxer (trembling. then.

if your hands was still defiant. an' still was blessin' on to me. Aunty {as before). Well. but. *' 'cause I wanted ye to sin even in your prayers so no road c'd lead ye back to Him I can't name. an' that might save you too. Have you folks know about it? with. — Frank! I got a — What do mark on my What are you so curious forehead. the' wouldn't 'a been any my farm an' on my fireside. Accursed fiend! Aunty {glances at him angrily on account of the interrup" tion and then the . '' Ye 're all off. you belong to me. Ye lifted your hand to heaven an' swore your lie was true. I'd like to know? about? What's this? {Turns wide-eyed. an' I gave ye such a good life just so ye'd be blinded all the more your worst wishes have been granted ye. an' the One above c'd neither help nor harai ye from that moment." Ferner {his whole body shaking." says he. when the farmer realized all this he tried to cross himself. ye forget that the fingers you'd haf to crook for that are the fingers ye swore your arm if ye can. Farmer." Ferner {springs up ivith a wild cry). " I know ye'd like to make a cross." says devil. way it goes! {Short more yours.) Away! From every corner eyes are staring at me with the . for ye've spent your whole life in my service. half That's only a made-up story. . . but the devil laughed. Ferxer pulls himself together. for o' lies an' the prince o' written: ' ' ' ' I'm the father That's the lie this world. so lift . ye blockhead.) pause — once {horrified). looks ivith glassy eyes at the story-teller). an' he stretches himself so high 'at he bumps into the roofbeam. I was your superior an' your master from the moment ye forswore the truth. " Farmer. as I was going t' say.180 if I THE GERMAN CLASSICS unpardoned. until later it's ** when I fulfil your sinful requests. the cross. from that time ye was pledged continues)." The black one laughs so it shakes the farmer in his bed. ye 're mine.

THE FARMER FORSWORN Away! — Out with you! strangest look. Later 'hizzY. . or are you so sure of I feel your clutch choking to — though I the cold — hands — I won't convipers writhing up my body God alone will confess! Go! You fess to you — feel off I me ? me I too insignificant for Hands off me though must leave me! Do you think I can't cross myself any more? See here! {Tries in vain to lift his right hand. her feet on the floor. soft slumber music Yeroni. into which the smuggler's march enters. .) Jesus! Barber {jumping to his side).] . and stopping abruptly when Yeroni rises from her bed. Veroni {lies fully dressed athwart the bed. cence. the is curtain. at the same time he draics the left in a quick. a cloud of dust rises. — Drop act. curtain rises. Ferner {raising himself slightly on his right arm). What is it? Lizzy {knocks). Oh. tremhling sweep over his ivhole right side. livery black. he turns the chair over. One o' ye run to the and have 'em ring the knell. As the heard. 181 What do you want to ask me? — {Pulling himself up. all black? — Am why not in your favorite ! you. [Tableau. Veroni! Veroni! Veroni.) to the .) Ha.] Scene III Veroni's room as in the second candle has burned down. village Cres[Dies. the music stops). old enemy. and drops on the floor with the cry. his foot gets caught in the chair. swelling until it drowns the other music. She becomes more and more music grows — she stronger- restless as the rises. ha! why do you rise out of the ground in gray. granny's calling! {Gets up and goes door.

while you put on your jacket and fix your hair. Then you can come over into my room. and it was already giving way under his weight. the ravine of the mountain brook. that I set the old man on you I miglit have known you. I'll bring him in right away. it 'lExit. For the love of all the Saints. [Lizzy noiv stands to one side. The smugglers have come. THE GERMAN CLASSICS A^eroni. {Unlocks the door. I don't suppose they're beginning to smuggle folks in too. I hate to directions). I beg of Frank! this is my fault. aside).) Lizzy {stands in the doorivay). Oh. he'd have been lost for he was hanging in the thicket below. Scene IV Yeboni. suppose that was Frank.182 Lizzy.] .vnk into the room. though that wouldn't concern you. Well. . — . and I shouldn't have routed you out the first night you're here. open the door! Veroni. if the poor boy was to suffer for me! It's surely a stranger. Veroni. astonished. granny. passionately :) Frank. Veroni. Lizzy leads Fr. Lizzy. it's he. Blessed Saviour. The house is getting lively.'] Veroni {mechanically obeys Lizzy's think — it surely can't be. Well. but we need your bedroom for a city gentleman the smugglers brought with 'em. she has dropped Frank's arm. Yes. that would be the outcome. his rifle went off and he shot himself and fell head first into if the smugglers hadn't come just in time to reach him with a rope. you're far enough away from the noise to rest quietly here. Lizzy. he's a pretty sad piece of goods. {Rushes to him and him on the other side. Veroni is noiv supporting him alone. Veroni {frightened. supports Don't be angry.

183 walks somewhat unthen). that you . Lizzy {most astonished). . with disheveled hair. me. Frank. .) Lizzy. clinking of glasses and calling: Hallo. now without pretending? Frank {takes his right hand from tell I met me it change anything? with an accident and that settles the matter. and neither you nor the other one is to blame. [Exit. not he! Lizzy. I I myself am no doubt you shot yourself with the other Yes. granny. The young Farmer Perjury! Veroni. say nothing [Closes his eyes. What. . his clothing disarranged. outside. for I can't stop thinking that my sake. what for? — Will What for — Veroni. The devil himself couldn't make this look at this! Frank (sinks into the armchair). Lizzy! for all think of Just he can't hurt you.) Well. He's no Farmer Perjury.) I'll be there right away.THE FAEMER FORSWORN Frank {pale. You know each other. favor. {A noise Mother She answers through the door. how you talk! leave me with him. {Looks at Veroni and Frank and shakes her head.) all the folks that have come together under this — my roof Veroni day ! I never 'd have thought it. steadily. clenching his teeth you saying Veroni. w^e're alone. his left sling. granny. his face). — — — now and — arm in a What are man's If you would do me a about it. play the good Samaritan. Veroni {in an undertone) Ferner's Frank. Lizzy {hesitating). you scamps. rifle. {Leaving. may you've had to suffer be crippled for life. of me. you're so intimate? Well. out! — Who is this? .] Scene {in V may I talk an undertone). that you may. are you sweet on him to boot ? But if you want to please Veroni. Your funny speeches and this inti- — macy — — let anybody try to make that out. Oh.

come. in the air. Veroni. and hardly an hour ago you were my brave boy that was going with me over the mountains tomorrow and then merrily away into the wide world! Frank {with a sad smile). I thank you. Hark. what is that soft buzz{uneasily).) Frank Tell me. {Goes to the window. Oh. Happy soul I wish they w^ere ringing it for me Veroni {has closed the window and goes back to her former place). Frank. I can reach them only with my eyes Into the world f Oh. the knell is barely audible. not as you see me now Veroni. Frank. Over the mountains? As bruised in body and soul as I am feeling. Do not talk so much about it. How the fever shakes him and how his teeth are locked. {She sits down on the other side and shades Frank from the — light with her hand. and that I shall not the sound comes ! ! ! Veroni — — T think it is better so survive. Veroni. will be. {Leans back and closes his eyes. now I am weak. if it's going to affect you that way. and that makes one an entirely different man. so that I can ask you to keep me in kind remembrance. Veroni and I feel that the shame which is falling uy)on our house is all at once condemning it utterly. {Opens the window. what must be. when I said that I was strong. perhaps there is a sting fly in the room. why are you so despairing now. Don't talk so.) It's coming up from Ottenschlag. — . ! — You're the best and dearest friend I've got in the world I don 't know of any other. There isn't anything in the room here from outside. Let us speak of something else.) They're ringing the knell for some one down there. they have stopped toll. Veroni I am so glad that you are with me at this hour.184 THE GERMAN CLASSICS Frank. I'd take mighty little joy in getting my rights. it tortures me and my head aches so I need rest. {listens).) Veeoni {steps a little ivay from him). ing I am timid and helpless as a child.

it's so beautiful to look out into the world this way. Don't let that lad worry If he came this minute. in your torn shaggy jacket. if I could awake. that'll surely to live again. less I I 185 and down there in the little house they are doubtpraying for him who has taken his last journey shall take mine gladly. though without parents or inheritance. won't you? the richest couple will and the two farms are one — — — visit the tell Toni (icith Please grave of the poorest farmer's boy. and yet new at every dawTi and with every even! Frank. then — — . ! tribute of love Veroni a brief faint smile). " This man is sick and weak. whither so ever it may lead. and you stood beside him just as you are. if I could shake it off in the morning. to my grave. don't say such gloomy things please do tr\" to imagine how in the morning the mountains will light up. I'd say to him. dressed in gold from head to foot. and how no misery nor shame could I liope you will have wild roses ever touch it again. the bright. that you said they would revive with their golden rays home and childhood in your heart.) — ! . No. if all that is burdening my heart were a dream. bedded in spite of all in a little plot of home soil. you simply can 't die Ah. not any more. Frank. suffering neither from others' nor my own sin and shame entirely dependent on my ing glow. my friend. happy morning. — yonder thinking — one's heart resting too yard — where your mother is am how down in the little grave- would sleep peacefully. you! (Seriously. now do stay alive.THE FARMER FORSWORN ing. like a prince. like a cool cloud of incense while the birds outside are singing their high mass Frank. the same old make you want world. I am sure he will not envy me this last that. think how the fresh morning breezes will blow in from the green pine-woods. and its mistress too No. Frank. own strength. for the grave of your friend you and Toni will come After you are reconciled." So you see Crossroads Farm you're will likely stay single. why. oh. .

don't get so mixed up. as powerful as ever.186 THE GERMAN CLASSICS Yes. {clutching his head with both liands). wouldn't you? And look. every spot turns the poisonous thorn of a gloomy recollection against me. Veroni. Veroni. or shunned. do not lure me back into life the shame simply cannot be kept dark any longer. I don't know wliat I wouldn't do for you. cannot follow you {leaniti/j — what Veroni. honest. timidly I should walk around there. and it is on the old farm that you offer me the bread of charity. your father as my old — — — enemy. for goodness sake You are trying to comfort me. and in that case I think we two could face the whole world. if you'd stay here at home. On the old farm ! more about dying. Be good. I never knew anv one so so faithful. and only having won you as my new friend. death for somebody else's rights. I'll buy your death from you. Veroni. I'd nurse you till you got and then vou all well again and be crazv to do it Veroxi. If I was dreaming with you now to wake in the morning as the poor. Frank. Frank. if I honor you Come. according as your servants pitied or hated or despised me no. then you'd want to live. could you die then and forsake me? Surelv not. for an enemy's cause and to your own harm and loss. that ran right into honest. what do vou mean? You haven't committed anv sin. — could stay on my Crossroads Farm as caretaker — and anvwav. hunted girl I've been. how nnu'h do you want for it so you'll keep on living till we both have — s' 7 gray hair? Frank hack). Frank. but you do not know how you hurt me. scorned. and I'd like to know who's to sav anvthing against you. and I wouldn't give up your life at any price! What if I let the same lie in eternal daikness and intrusted all my claims to you! Frank. so good as you. compassionate heart commiserated. you speak so wildly —I do you mean! . stay here and ! don't talk any Frank Stop. a living foil to your straightforward.

THE FARMER FORSWORN Veroni. Lizzy {outside). bursting love me from the to stretches forth) : unwounded arm out Veroni AMiy. Toni. Well. it's better for the dead claim to stay than for you to die.) It may be so. [Frank seizes and turns her head and looks into her eyes. Light! the burning paper. anyway. very bottom of your heart Frank! Frank! ! his breast. It's all mine now. draws From tomorrow. — . if you want to talk to him! [All enter. looks at it thoughtfully. a deep breath. Saints in heaven above surely can't object to my obeying my heart and not trying to get my advantage in your good world! {Holds out the burning letter. his eyes). even if she gives away your angry claims and her own.] Hellerer.^o'si {starting).) {Seeing Do you mind? Is the morning coming? What's the matter? I'm burning up what grieves you. aside.) fully. servants from Adam and Crossroads farms and farmers from Ottenschlag. then holds it over the good father in heaven. then. Short pause. Outside murmur of various voices. don't be your daughter. Frank. he her. {Fondly. is to if only I can keep you from going out of the world Frank {looks at her in surprise ! — his breast heaves. night.) at My — day or by Frank {opens Veroni. Frank Veroni {raising himself up as if to stop her). Lizzy. come in. and And you Blessed so I'm not hurting anybody else. dead {Takes the letter from her hodice. Ah. you must his ! ! ! — Y'E. falling on {Hiding her head bash- But you needn't let the whole world know it. there he is don't be frightened. come now? Let come what will.] Scene VI Veroni.) There it's done! won't need to wake me up for work neither by granny flame. the letter Your evidence! what are you doing? — — — — What Veroni. 187 I mean. the Foreman. Crescence.

) mistress of Crossroads Farm forget in the love of the young farmer the hatred of the old.^ . Well. for he disappeared last night.188 THE GERMAN CLASSICS side). when you're well again. you didn't know the old — man veiy well. and the world's only just " beginning! IDawn — Tableau.) . Veroni no longer stands between you. ! Frank the mountains after all Frank. lying Y-RA^i^ {deeply moved). he was side by side with your daughter's boy. chamber. All the servants at Brother! Adam Farm and Crossroads Fann were out looking for your father.) The wound in my left arm reminds me still how determined he was to retain estate and position. and now ! — your Crossroads of earth. Maybe on account of Veroni — {leads Crescence to Toni). only saw him just this morning It won't affect 3'ou so much but in we found him down Ottenschlag in the death {With emphasis. Farm finds you nothing but a handful Hellerer. you'll go with me up and from the highest peak we '11 land: ** It's all past and done with. {Softly to Take me with you to your heritage. Amen. Let him rest in peace. What is the matter? Hellerer. if her affair with Toni is to come off. {Clings to him. goes to Frank's Frank. dear Veroni. and after so many vears. but be sure to think of her. Crescence {weeping. When the year of mourning is over. don't forsake your sister. let us lock up in our hearts the secret of the dead man.) Mother Lizzy. I shall take her to me on Crossroads Farm. forgive him. sliout across the there are new folks here. A short reunion indeed {Aside. Veroni Veroni. and that the earth may lie light upon him. You're master now.

is He was born July 31. repeated failure of crops and other losses. and numerous other writings. could " read print. entitled ^' About mv Mother. Univergtty of Professor of Germanic Languages and Literatures." the author tells his readers: " The [189] . us that the sixty-seven houses in which he Eosegger worked during his tailor-period were the " high school " in which he acquired a good part of his education. one Michael Patterer. cobblers. though uneducated.THE UFE OF PETER ROSEGGER By Laurence Fossler. Styria (Aus1843. s\Tiipatlietic. Forest Home. of peasant parentage. of a native tells from farmstead poetic temperament. was a woman of rare good sense and judgment. large-souled and healthy-minded. at Alpel near Krieglach. too. I In Forest Home more especially tria). In a touchingly beautiful sketch in Forest Home. coal burner. who had been " liberal " discharged from state employ because of his His mother. experience and an intimate knowledge of his mountaineers. that is. M.A. He had been given the merest rudiments of an education by an old schoolmaster. He tells of the trials and hardships of his parents. Our poet himself at the age of seventeen was apprenticed to a tailor with whom he spent It the regulation three-year period in learning his trade. weavers and other journejnnen was customary — — to farmstead in the exercise of their trade. in that part of Styria for tradesmen to pass tailors. Nebraska famous author of The Forest Schoolmaster. sane. also in many other sketches Rosegger acquaints though his readers with the humble and narrow surroundings in which his lot was cast. the daughter of a widowed charviews." She. of their futile struggle to ward off extreme HE — — poverty and want brought on by sickness.

The father. his mother. a whole world of poetry " He remembers with fine gratitude the joy lay in her soul. because you. his holidays and other leisure hours in original composition. — fruits were used for." {McincticfycH soil cr waa Herrisches lernen. if he had writing material or moans to provide himself with such. he dtK^sn't know enouf. his deeply relikewise liberally mingled with superstiligious nature tiousness his spirit of neighborliness and helpfulness. fiir die Ochsen ist er eh zu dumm. though not of the same mental calibre as the mother. She it was who brightened his otherwise prosaic youth and cultivated was his and fostered his judginent respecting the essential values in life. the Styrian folk-songs or told him some folk-tale. Eustach Weberhofer. " " * extend his education by Ro. I care.'!! to drive oxen. and his devotion* to his family. her first-born. he had employed poet.scf.) .'por records that when lie wanted to adding to the year with Michael Patterer some instruction from the new teacher.190 best in that THE GERMAN CLASSICS me — I have it from her. was a decided factor in the boy's early training. Even though her mental horizon was very narrow and though a little of the superperhaps a good deal — — her surroundings clung to her. ** It was the only gratuity I got during my apprenticeOnly my trusted friends shall know what those firstship. when she sang to him. dear reader. And. by " '' Silberzelmerl giving him a (about a dime) as a gratuity when the jfcailors were working for him.. Weberhofer. came to his aid financially. Rosegger records with evident delight how the new sclioolmaster. probity and honesty. with considerable diplonuicy. The impulse to express his thoughts necessity ratlier and feelings in story and song asserted itself early in our All througli his apprentice days. have all left abiding impressions — — — upon his son's character. her true womanly w^ays and exquisite stition of soul-life. His native industry. we readily believe Rosegger when he tells us that this did not interfere with her essential sanity. too. induced "The boy may f^et some book-learnin' for all his father to j.ive his consent.



boy. I got for my good money doubt. j^ou were born to be something else. fall '' " upon the " last Sunday left in remarks it slyly that. not having the means to buy a Volkshalender." father. by the light of which I could read and write. People gladly paid the two kreutzers demanded for the privilege of reading the stories. the next year's If time is : bought — time. jokes. Blaser-Hansel took them from me and this for two reasons first. How clever vou are and how handv with the needle You must learn the tailor-business. I got back two kreutzers. — the same " godmyself. that lovely issue festival. And because of his greater success in " forecasting " lie having prophesied tlmnderstorm and rain where the other calendar prophets had foreseen *' sunshine " his first literary venture proved a success. poems. Svoboda in Graz — pounds of literature As a distant relative of his '' nothing was for me fifteen watched the boy stitching the sheets of paper together for another calendar. no can be turned into time. a business for which I had no time during the day." His reading consisted of the VolkskaJender. six night-hours in the shape of two tallow candles. who later on carried the celebrated " to Dr. and with these I bought some prunes. know that for that ten-kreutzer — ' * ' ' — impaired the author's reputation considerably. you should piece I 191 money. and other matter which the Rosegger Volkshalender contained. illustrations. you are no farmer. he got a few sheets of paper. and proceeded to make himself an almanac. because he was stronger than I. seeing that others March. stitched them together. or on his master's clothes-patterns. as he had the misfortune to "let ^^^litsun-tide. then money." by the way. weather prognostications and all. secondly. because he wanted prunes and. In one of the sketches of Forest Home he relates that. a book or two of a devotional nature and such chance printed matter as might be found in the scattered peasant cottages of the neighborhood." Rosegger would no longer read to do but to read his almanac. he remarked I see well enough.PETER ROSEGGER belong to these." * ' : ! . True.

At the end unfortunate. genuine note. of Swoboda 's examination of Rosegger 's litehe published some excerpts from the writings rary in the Tagespost and gave an acount of the young natureHe likewise called poet and of his needs and necessities. on the afternoon of the day before Christmas. We have Rosegger 's own delightful account of how. surely. Rosegger had mailed some of his " Herr Martini. so that he might avail liimself of the advantages of an education and escape the efforts. editor of the Tagespost in productions to Graz. preparatory to packing his things together. When are not in a position to tlirow away anything. Adalbert Swoboda was then director." But Martini was the editor of the Grazer Zeitung and not of the Post. " the master growlc*! Well.192 THE GERMAN CLASSICS In the spring of 1864. As Rosegger pulled the thread out of his needle. of which Dr. requested Rosegger to send him all relative fifteen Tlien it was that the of his writings for inspection. You.! at liomr a])ont 4 o'clock in the afterRosegger noon — " step])inu' with my thin Icus over th<' was just scrnbl)ing the floor n<'ar (]oor " my — his mother sister who . 1864. upon any who might be benevolently inclined to extend a helping hand to young Rosegger. above mentioned." arrive. narrowing conditions of his native Alpel. under date of March 22. his good Master Natz at last laid down his tape and scissors and told his journe\inan to quit work for the holidays. carried the heavy package pounds it — on — his back the fifty miles to Graz and delivered to Swoboda. Swoboda at once detected in the material submitted a virile. the freshness and originality of the unlettered. However the letter was taken to the editorial rooms of the Tagespost. necessarily ignorant and untutored mountain youth appealed to him so strongly that he. how often have you been told : not to pull the thiTad out of your uocdh' when you leave a job: the threads left in the needle belong to tlie tailor and during the year tliey amount to a skein. while he and his master were at work at their trade in the home of one of their customers.

At last the official arrived. only to find the postoffice closed. Finally she said: heard about it ? You will have to go down to Have you Krieglach tomorrow. Carinthia. Rosegger donned his *' " Sunday best and set out that very night to assure himHe arrived at self of the truth or falsity of the report. but money remittances and packages of books ^^Alles fur den steirischen Naturdichter " (All for the Styrian nature' ' ' ' poet). Teamster Knittler it. Prolonged torture of uncertainty. Krieglach at 11 o'clock. They because some were to be signed for. The next morning.PETER ROSEGGER was busy the morrow. But wait he must. she did as was her habit of doing when ami.) tells The poet us with naive simplicity of the feeling of and heartsickness that attacked him in his new surroundings. laid them before the astonished youtli. Others crowded ahead. Rosegger accepted the place. 1865. (February 14. not only letters. an hour before the office opened. he stood before the window through which messages from the outside world were to come to him. Among others a certain Herr Giontini. "When the early rush was over the official took out a bunch of letters from a drawer. He was tormented beyond endurance by utter loneliness Vol. Upon Swoboda's advice. would not let him have the things. XVI— 13 . though leaving home with a heavy heart. a night full of anxiety and feverish expectation.hing weighed on her mind looked out of the window repeatedly. 193 in the kitchen getting ready for the holiday on On coming into the living-room. there seem to be some letters and — * * told us about other things at the postoffice for you. head of a publishing firm in Laibach." Instead of waiting until morning. We readily believe him when he tells us that he spent a bose Nacht. where he was already busy with his books and papers. Swoboda's appeal on behalf of Rosegger had met with immediate and hearty response. offered to take young Rosegger into his establishment and provide such facilities as seemed best suited to the young man's needs.

— Rosegger packed his few belongings the seventh day after his arrival. They understood his nai've mal de pays. it was — lack of scholastic training. A new world. were opened to his hungry heart and eyes." his maturity and enabled him to make such progress that he soon outability stripped his younger classmates. though only as a '' Franz Davidowsky. in an environment foreign even in language. one of the school's ablest professors. of which he had never heard or dreamed in his Alpel home. In some way they would find means and opportunity to remedy. They acquainted him with the writings August Silberstein. and many others. Dr. special student. Swoboda and Robert Hamerling proved particularly of Auerbach. . and other noted authors. before he could be benefited by the courses at the Academy of Commerce. that strange malady Despite the utmost kindness of Herr Giontini and others in the establishment. Rudolph Falb. unrolled before his astonished vision and beckoned him to know and feel and enjoy. Treasures ling. — necessary to provide private instruction for him in the very rudiments. a world of letters and art and poetry. his now almost twenty-two years old Since Rosegger had had only the most meagre school advantages. It w^as their first care to put Rosegger in touch with what had been thought and written rather than to encourage him in his own efforts at self-expression. Reininghaus and other friends at Graz. the director of the Academy. they could sjnnpathize with his feeling of utter wretchedness in a totally new environment. Swoboda. to go back to his hills and his folk. Stifter. they honored his love of his native mountains. were scarcely surprised at his sudden return. This was done. But they would not listen to Rosegger 's returning to Alpel. of literature. who had bidden the youth god-speed when he had set out for Laibach only a week before. if possible. When admitted. Robert llamerCount Auersperg.194 THE GERMAN CLASSICS homesickness. were of inestimable help and comfort to the eager tailor journeyman during those days at Graz.

The year 1870 brought out Rosegger 's first book in High German. was a true lover of literature. A splendid proof this. of HamerThe little volling's generous and far-sighted friendship. Rosin and Fir-needles. discriminating. and unselfish. tion — but made who poet. gave the booklet a name* and found a publisher. The appearance of this book resulted in the flattering offer from the most important publishing house in Hungary to become The head of this house. the selections. an embodiment of the health and virility of his native stock. He extended his education by travel. As was the case with that other famous Austrian stories Zither und Hackirett (Cither and Dulcimer). ume was received with due appreciation from the press and the public. He. fourteen volumes of Rosegger 's years came from Heckenast 's press. Sketches of Alpine Folks and their Ways. Hamerprovided not only the Introduction to the collecdialect poems. And when the time came (1869) to tempt fame by appealing to a larger public through a little volume of ling. mostly drawn from a seemingly inexhaustible reservoir of personal experiences and interpretative of his mountain folk and their ways.PETER ROSEGGER 195 helpful to Rosegger by their ripe and kindly criticism of his own literary efforts. enterprising. by pursuing some courses at the university and by associating with literary men of note. Success had come to the young nature-poet. Among the latter Ludwig Anzengruber was. a little volume of sketches and stories. Gustav Rosegger 's publisher. sympathetic. uninfluenced by the literary fads and fashions of the day. too. It appeared that same year. the most famous. During the nine of their connection. was a son of the people. . added to the author's reputation. it was the older Heckenast. also in dialect. undoubtedly. To Rosegger 's great disappointment the sporadic attempts to gain recognition and fame in the drama were unsuccessful. he had a right to look forward to a life of literary activity. From now on he produced volume after volume.

. perhaps the most famous He of his books. But evidently genius effected the flux of manifold stored-up riches into a perfect whole. took out his note-book and did not rise till the outline of the new story was on paper. His fame as an author had made his birthplace a Mecca for the two young women. sacrifices she and the family had made in letting him go his own way in a world so apart from theirs. His mother's death. was still unable to relieve the fam- He spent the summer roaming over his ily's necessities. to be sold to satisfy creditors of all sorts. came to him in a moment of inspiration. 1872.* that the idea. indeed the day. Poverty and want had taken their abode in the Waldbauerhaus. had come to visit Rosegger's birthplace. after Rosegger had already retired. had distressed him He reproached himself for having accepted the greatly. THE GERMAN CLASSICS Marie von Ebner-Eschenbach. Ijato that evening. The old home had He himself. a friend of his informed him of the object of their visit and asked him to accompany the two ladies on their June 20. with a lady friend. The year. The fires of heartache and sorrow fused the scattered previous grains into a nugget of pure gold. native hills and seeking to throw off the heavy burdens that had fallen on the Rosegger household. of course. is further noteworthy because it was the })eginning of Rosegger's acquaintance with his future wife." It seems almost It incredible that so signal a feat could have been executed under the circumstances. plan and scope of The Forest Schoolmaster. " seated himself on a fallen tells us that he then and there tree-trunk. was on one of these walks. the muse of the drama had not sat at our author's cradle. Fortunately he and discovering the story-teller. early that year. She.196 author. turned defeat into victory by recognizing his limitations his natural domain that of the raconteur^ — The year 1872 is an important one in Rosegger's life. his beloved Anna.

or religious. on questions of the day. Eosegger was dazed. the happy ripened later into love and marriage. and six months of paradise in the country. yet Hamerling. months at Graz. — appeared publication — Most of his works appeared in the publication before they were gathered up in book form. The first issue of the Heimgarten October 1. 1875). The lure of his native region was too strong to be resisted. ethical. union was only of short duration! A few days after the birth of her second child. whether literary. popular and educational in its character.PETEE ROSEGGEE quest the following morning. seemingly unable to rally and gather strength. 1876. educational. 1879. while the summer months were passed at Krieglach and the surrounding country. As a part ' ' — One of them — the younger of their ministrations his friends urged a plan that had lain in his mind before of starting a high-class periodical formless. Though Eosegger would not promise. Eosegger found another life companion in the person of Anna Knaur. stunned. More than ever were the greatest possible love and sympathy of his friends needed and generously given in those days of affliction and loss. given to the new During its long and honorable career the periodical has been the most ready and most effective platform from which our author has addressed his countrymen. social. Anna died (March 4. he met the ladies the next day. to be sure devoted to the needs and requirements of his people. He tells us that a kind fate had given him annu- ally six months of earth-life (Erdenleben) in the city. to whom he was married May 4. and indeed German-speaking people everyw^here. one the friend described as 197 having Madonna eyes and lips as fresh as wild cherries about the Feast of Assump" tion. — carry — only dimly and him to out Anzengruber and many other literary friends pledged their the name cooperation. the capital of Styria. and the acquaintance with Anna Pichler Alas. It was there that his most spontaneous and successful work was done. . Their happy home life enabled the poet to give his utmost to his These he performed during the winter literary labors.

And yet reverence for his parents and a partiality for ritualistic symbolism enables him to remain in the Roman Communion. he is at variance with the Church of his earlier years. not only with his consent. despite these hindrances. though nominally an adherent of the Catholic Church. Thus. an enviable reputation as a lecturer or Rosegger gained is public reader as he made his literary creations live and have the fullness of their being throughout the length and breadth of German-speaking lands. when his former fellow-townsmen at Alpel. vilifying attacks from his ecclesiastical " friends. the HeilandsKirche (Church of Our Saviour) was dedicated. the Protestants at Miirzzuschlag were casting about for means to build a church. well-nigh impossible. secured some The conseventy thousand crowns for the undertaking. nor does he allow the claims of the Church of being the only one saving Church. he has been an easy mark for over-zealous ultra-montane pamphleteers. Thus. Yet. came so generously and so rapidly that in less than a year after his plea had gone forth. but with his approval. his strength and vitality seemed to be More than once permanently ex- Business cares. consequently. though tributions . is. Rosegger. both of doctrine and practice. if not of serious sickness. ample. when A in 1899. in many of his profoundest convictions. uncom- promisingly Protestant. signal evidence of his broadmindedness is his activity in every cause that promises to uplift men. It is in this church that foui' of his grown-up cliildren have embraced the reformed faith.198 THE GERMAN CLASSICS all his life Almost Rosegger has borne the burden of delicate health. In still other fundamentals." conspired to rob him of that peace of mind without whicli physical well-being hausted. He refuses to bow to ecclesiastical authority and. Rosegger. by issuing an appeal in the public press in Germany and Austria. overwork and harsh. though he freely recog- nizes the value and beauty of Evangelical Christianity. for exhe never accepted the dogma of papal infallibility. Again.

Time and again does he recur. and thus to adjust himself to the life about him. But Rosegger 's was not confined to the needs of his home district. As to concrete educational achieve- ments. are synonymous terms with me. Our poet takes immense satisfaction in having been permitted to provide educational advantages for the children of the hills over w^hich he. the " Waldbauernbub. he has added to his art what culture and He has thrown himrefinement and knowledge can offer. Galicia. to a conHe insideration of fundamental pedagogical problems. he says of himself. that the aim and goal of all sound education is to give sists the child opportunities for self-realization and happiness by developing in him a capacity to enter largely and fully into practical social activities. simple and unostentatious in his thought and conduct. it was Rosegger who was instrumental in providing the means to build and equip a school most thoroughly suited to their needs.PETER EOSEGGER 199 greatly reduced in numbers and material means. the Tyrol. he lives for his art and the well-being of his fellows." roamed in his interest in popular education poverty and ignorance. literary and otherwise. tially still the self into the whirl of time. within eight months. Essenparticularly endangered The last ' ' ' ' nature-poet w^ho leaped into celebrity from the tailor's bench. he understands the storm and conflicts stress of modern davs and and — offers his solu- . felt the need of better schooling for their children. by pen and word and deed. On the contrary. nothing proves more conclusively what a power Rosegger has come to be in Austrian national life than that in 1909-10 he should have succeeded. in his writings. have been to Rosegger a continutwenty years ous upward march of successes. to bring together by popular subscription the sum of two million crowns for subsidizing German schools in Bohemia. To live and write. Exceptionally happy in his domestic relations. he has labored long and persistently for the education and training of the masses. and other provinces of the dual monarchy by Slavic and Italian expansion.

In a profound sense the poet and story writer is a preacher. having of one tln. His readers find themhighest selves in hearty accord with Richard Voss' lines. Rosegger 's art lies in the ability to reproduce for his readers remarkably realistic and vivid pictures of his Styrian Alj^inc world is As with * its scenic beauty 1013. accepted these honors unabashed. as he said. Staack- mann. poet. ence. Their sorrows burden thy great heart. Tlie Austrian order of the Iron Crown was conferred upon In 1903 he was given the degree of Eosegger in 1898. Upon his seventieth birth- •-7 all ^ ' * ' ' German-speaking countries celebrated the poet's He is worth. . on the occasion of his seventieth birthday* He the University of Vienna paid him a similar tribute. des Volkes Leiden auf dich n<ihmst. so lang der Steyrer Berge stehen. doing homage to his genius and labors. Light Eternal. Ten vears later. a Volksdichter in the enthroned in the German heart and best sense of the term. and its simple. iionored liimsclf an<l tlic autliDr hy making a frci.t evident even to the casual observer.usand copies of The Forest Hcfujolnmstcr to tlie sciiools and bonevoleut public institutions of Styria. a sociologist and moralist. To an author so gifted and so active in the cause of humanity recognition and honors could not fail to come. He has sought the good and right the test. he has stood and beautiful with all his soul. Upon this occasion Rosoggor's Loipzip publisher. Jacob the Last of His Race.200 tion: THE GERMAN CLASSICS a return to the simpler life. Dein Dichterwort wird nicht verwehen. a coming nearer to This solution he urges with utmost insist- nature's heart. address- day — ing Rosegger ^' : Du. are profoundly sociological. it will stand As long as Alp in Styrian land. Thy message. t Of Common Folk tin- son thou art. Doctor of Philosophy by the University of Heidelberg. The world knows that through the hard school of life. rugged nature-types July 31. His The Earth and the Fullness Thereof. der du aus dem Volke Jcamst.

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L. e. expressing He has watched the the ever changing moods of nature. the straitened circumstances of the " Waldbauernhaus. sunshine and the shadows. as for example in The Forest Schoolmaster. his native hills meadow and forests are musical with an eternal silence. and others. But even when Rosegger treats of non-personal themes.. 201 namThe Rosegger world catch and fix is passing. speaks through him. or the Glad Tidings of a Poor Sinner. Whe7i I was still Young. which city life forced upon him. Idyls of a Vanishing World. and others. the humble circle of activities. his fellow countrymen act through him. g. His religious life and experiences. So much the more need to that world in literature. No doubt the poet had good reasons for ing one of his books. the joys and sorrows. social. e. or he relates the inevitable struggle and readjustment. R.. g. Light Eternal or Jacob the Last of His Race. the blooming-time. Out in the World. The stately their blue shadows on the distant lowlands. hillside and all chilforest harbor mj^riad forms of life — dren of the Eternal Mother. economic. both within and without. big with promise of plenty and the destrojang storms of hail and The vast mountain peaks are aglow or cast fire and flood. and forests sing through him. The canopy of sky and clouds . one is constantly brought face to face with the His ancestry poet's material and spiritual inlieritance. — industrial. Mg Vacation Rambles." In still other books Rosegger invites us to accompany him on his wanderings during his vacation days. They are naively direct and seemingly artless depictions of the simple life. Auerof his best : Much : bach. political.PETER ROSEGGEE of humanity. work is avowedly autobioForest Home. untouched as it was by modernisms religious. N. while in Good Comrades we have his reminiscences and impressions of some of his literary contemporaries Anzengruber. The Earth and the Fullness Thereof. Heidegraphical peter's Gabriel. his most mature and mellow reflections on matters of faith and things unseen are laid down in Mg Heaven and in 7.

. perhaps even stolid and taciturn. whether in his life or his literary labors. Though always profoundly ethical and purposeful. we are impressed by his health of soul. rude if you please. whether in nature or man. The people. fresh from the hand of nature. but they are also warm-hearted. truthful. veritable nature products in every fibre of their elemental. unlettered. Their faults and their virtues " are are being. his '* sweet reason- ableness. of icy crag or precipitous all are made to yield their literary and emotional contents to the poet and reader. yet strong and virile. Children of the soil they are. of snow and avalanche. and frugal. His writings are characterized by a naive a clear insight into motives and action. Peter Rosegger. by firm grip on the elemental realities." unconventional. wherever and in whatever guise it may appear. naive. not unmixed with superstition. natural. sive. The he cannot be classed with the Tendenzschriftsteller." his singleness of purpose. and his large faith in Man and Nature and God. passionate. rest" he delves into the worth of human endeavor and discovers and evaluates it. unremunerative though it be. are primitive tj'pes. neighborly. they impulhard-headed. Their religion is decidedly anthropomorphic. they are fatalistic. He has a sure and sympathetic touch \vhen he gives form and substance to his memories.202 THE GERMAN CLASSICS or the nightly firmament. Rosegger's literary ideals and methods are in sharp contrast with the crass naturalism of many of his contemporaries. the folk whom Roseggor places in the midst rock-wall — of these surroundings. artist and psychologist in him will not give way to the *' Without haste and without moralist or the preacher. revengeful. generous. They are inured to privation and toil. by a simplicity. the fantastic play of light and shade. his observations and Wherever we put ourselves in touch with experiences. every one of them.

leading to an opening where the first wanderer from peopled regions catches the glaciers. But the rain has nearly washed out the old-fashioned letters. New [203] York. P. bleached from long exposure to the sun. the post itself totters in the wind. upon which are carved the The wood is instruments of martyrdom of the holy passion. their bare branches reaching out to the sky. Round about stretches a rugged pine-forest. across which storms have thro\\Ti pine-trunks. Putnam Sons. . turns toward more peaceful woodlands. A. and the road.PETER ROSEGGER THE FOREST SCHOOLMASTER* TRANSLATED BY FRANCES E." These words on the sign-post. glimpse of the after Here the Wildbach comes rlishing down. at last leading to the habitations of man. Along the river-bed extends a dry rocky ravine. Professor of Germanic Languages and Literatures. traversing wastes and wildemiesses. (1875) SKINNER REVISED AND ABRIDGED BY LAURENCE FOSSLHB. with triple crossbars. University of Nebraska INTEODUCTORY OAD TO WINKELSTEG. upon a high rock stands a tall wooden cross. At the parting of the "ways. In the depths of a defile is a roaring ^'^^^'"^ ^^ torrent which the old of half-sunken mountain road frequently crosses by means wooden bridges. Close by is the post " with the arm and the inscription: Road to Winkelsteg.M. on the heights above are a few ancient larches." This sign points to the neglected stony path leading toward the * Permission G. and I. weather-beaten and overgrown with moss.

I only I noticed that the wilderness became more and more imposing. 1 reached a narrow valh^y. On the farthest above the gently rising. and with great difficulty made my way forward. and it On gray peak. by means of which he swung himself across to me. about whose summit cloud flakes love to gather. the lengili of which I could not measure on account of the fog. ice. First a half smothered rumbling was heard. taking little heed of my surroundings. which descended from the branches of the pines to the damp heather on the groimd. micrht wait the whole night for such a torrent to subside. The grass was covered with hailstones. and bits of wood. where through the gray mist shone the wooden roofs of a few houses and a little white church. I saved myself from falling by clambering up the slope. snow-covered peaks. The air called across to the men who were trying was frosty and cold. valley. and upon these laid a board which the others had shoved . The whole country was now wrapped in fog. and in the broad leaves of a maple already rattled the big icy drops. although too early for nightfall. Close to the bank he piled a few stones. I heard vultures whistling through The sky darkened. those on the other side motioned to me warnlngly. rising I perceived that heard deer belling in the forest. bringing with it earth. towers a gray cone. then a thundering and rolling. 1 seated myself upon a block of stone near the cross and gazed up at the my shadow was already lengthening. was uncertain how great a distance still lay between me and that remotest and smallest of all villages. I walked rapidly. With these few drops the storm passed. One black-bearded man appeared with a long pole. A the air. rushed toward me. as if all the rocks and masses of ice in the high mountains were crashing a thousand times against each other. storm was gathering over the rocky peaks. taking the risk. They shouted back that they could not help me. stones. stream. Winkelsteg. As twilight approached and the defile widened a little.204 narrow heights. Farther up it must have been more severe. I attempted to wade through the Soon a tall. But so. to catch the blocks of wood and regulate the current. The brook had ovcHlowed its banks and torn away the bridge which led to the opposite shore. and that T must wait I until the water had lowered again. The great trees swayed. THE GERMAN CLASSICS beyond which lie the snow-fields. for suddenly through the gorge a wild torrent.

" As I accepted his offer. and we are expecting him every day. but his wife stepped hastily up to him and. Upon a rack were a number of bottles. It consisted of three or four w^ooden houses.and china-ware." were his real self. snuffed the wick of the me for awhile. some smoking charcoal-pits. — . . Lazarus." back to the table grumbling. as if that innkeeper. Indeed. worn by many feet. bringing me a pair of straw shoes.THE FOREST SCHOOLMASTER to 205 him. you'll get your little drop soon enough. . but I On : can give you some excellent cider. before the door of which lay a broad stepping-stone. and finally asked " The No ? Then your gentleman is possibly our new schoolmaster ? way leads up the Graue Zahn (Gray Tooth Peak) ? That you will hardly do tomorrow. I was met by the landlady who took my traveling-bag and damp overcoat and. That must be done in the early autumn at other times there's no depending on the weather. and snuff the candle for the gentleman. he cautiously led me over the tottering bridge to the opposite bank. dark man walked with me over the crackling hailstones up to the village. looked at He came — : . X o one has climbed it this summer. how one does speculate about things now I thought you might be the new schoolmaster. the sound of the Avebells reached our ears. The tall. While we were swaying over the water. and the men reverently removed their hats." slippers be quick a wet shoe on the foot nms and comfortable by the large table Very soon I was sitting dry under the Ilaus Altar and some shelves. and be quick about it. " There requesting some wine instead mine host replied hasn't been a drop in the cellar since the house was built. brandy. a few huts. and the little church. and I was asked at once if I would take some . she said: "Ot^' with the wet leather and on with the for the doctor. upon which stood a row of gaily painted earthen. he started for the cellar. Then taking me bj the hand. In front of one of the larger houses. taking the key out of his hand. . Hardly any one finds his way up here who doesn't belong to the place. said: ''Go. Entering the guest-room. The old one has nm away from " us have you heard nothing about it ? tallow candle. my companion '* Will you stop here. Lazanis. sir? I am the Winkel paused and said: With these words he pointed to the house.

" So you say the old schoolmaster has nm away ? " At this " the landlord raised his head One can't exactly say he has run he had nothing to complain of here. by the big stove. Lazarus. " You should remember that the old man had snow-white hair!" it. were sitting before " " cried the same voice. " Yes. " You mustn't. another if ho murmured as sullen growl." stories. "Aye! aye! "And from a neigh- mostly woodtheir brandv- would sit out- side there by the jimiper bush muttering to himself. doctor. 'the huiichl)acked hypocrite had money enough. — childish. cutters and charcoal-burners. " " You have an There isn't excellent little wife." " half a fool in the bargain! called a man boring tabic. perhaps Do you think he didn't connive with tho great men Schorschl so that none of us could win in the lottery ? How tlien did Kranabetsepp make a tern tho second week after the schoolmaster went away? To be sure. "Tho devil lias taken him. you're having a fine chat with tho gentleman. and for awhile even our pastor." said the landlady in a coaxing tone to her husband. who had been school-teacher. teach tho bullfinches to sing by note. I tried to help him out of it. the old sneak. ho finished the sentence with a Observing his painful mood. but ho 'buried it. Oh if certain people were not in the room. where a number of grimy fellows. too. in ^Yinkclsteg for fifty years. and I-don't-know-what-all. as she set the cider and at the same time the evening soup before me. it Whenever he spied a gay butterfly. and horns under " ! — . hours at a time. wife so good-hearted and faithful." " " School-teacher here fifty years! " I exclaimed." to himself. I should think one away. ho glasses. so that if he didn't need it himself the perhaps one might tell other poor couldn't use it either. tho old sinner!" growled another voice from the darkest corner of the room." I said to little my landlord. you mustn't talk so! " said one of the charcoal men. He was school-teacher. bailiff. wouldn't run away like a horse-thief in the : fifty-first. he must have been trying to." rang out from the comer by the no one knew him so well. ho would flounder afte^ a herder lad couldn't have been more the livelong day. as stove.206 t( THE GERMAN CLASSICS So.

ten. then some one would have found the body. But I see very thing. I never have learned anyand never shall now. as Wurzentoni. which has already been arranged for the new teacher it heats well. says he. . and even the roads in the searching ! ! — . too. and so it drips through a little. if the devil had taken him. but Christmas morning there were no bells rimg for prayers. then his cloak would have been left behind for the cloak. The old schoolmaster. we peasants of the parish and the wood-cutters have agTeed that we must have "As a new " I —" know what I think. for myself. I don't need one. well that there must be a schoolmaster. In the schoolhouse above here. nay a hundred good bit more." said the landlord. indeed I shouldn't " So the time passed. I'm not saying anything bad about the schoolmaster. is a very nice. that the wind has carried away a few shingles from the roof today. — — . sir. a shrug of the shoulders and a motion of the hand indicated that they had not foimd him. and the schoolmusic on Christmas day master was seen no more. Something altogether different has happened. not I I shouldn't know what to say. If had died an^nvhere in the woods." The man was silent. the devil has no power over all sorts the schoolmaster . kne^v a bit more than other people. the woods far and near.THE FOREST SCHOOLMASTER " 207 Oh. and ! ! ! . says Wurzentoni. By St. comfortable room. of course the brandy-distillers couldn't endure the old man. until the landlady came to me and said: " We can give you a good bed up in the attic but I will tell you at once." said one of the charcoal-burners. that. " and I say the same. not the least my friends . magic and witchcraft signs. he meant well God comfort his poor soul He played the organ Christmas eve. is innocent. . Therefore. you know to take charge of the Peter that was his last word. Wurzentoni times has seen the schoolmaster praying out of a little book — — in which were of sayings. I manage anyway. Then turning to me: " My dear sir. how we hunted for It was impossible to trace him the snow was as hard the man All Winkelsteg was up as stone everywhere. just exactly the same. "And thus it happened that we Winkelstegers have no school- master. In the night he had told Reiterhe is our musician. a not only once. says Wurzentoni. even in the forest. Anthony. ! country outside." answered one of the charcoal-burners.

really. rainy night. if chaj"ge of it I would advise house." 1 interrupted. as if trying to hasten faster and faster out of a sad past into a better future. perhaps there are things there that the new teacher can use. All at once she exclaimed: No. " aji impatient The gentleman can put on said the girl roguishly. the iigtable and a brown chest. threw back tho brown cover of the bed. She closed tho outside door. stop. which were lying in confusion " in the drawer. and lay there thinking." So I chose tho schoolhouse instead of the attic. and it's very quiet and clean. Tho out. and opened a drawer of the bureau." She threw the papers back into the drawer with gesture. now 1 will go! " and with this she left me. There was a worm-eaten I looked around mo in the room. was alone in the room of the missing schoolmaster. not in the least realizing what manner of man had built this house. Not long afterward. ures were entirely efVaced from tho dial under which the short pendulum swung busily backward and fonvard. here are these scraps still scattered about!" seized an armful of sheets of paper. and said: " So. on the edge of which stood the schoolhouse. I'll take care of you soon enough. we should all of us be ashamed of our'' She hastily selves. and the shadows from the lantern chased each other up and down the walls. and. Then we entered a little room. the stove crackled fainter and fainter and was dying Outside tho rain pattered. My companion placed a candle on the table. iii Gottesnamen. a bright fire was crackling. a maid with a lantern accompanied me out into the dark. in the tile stove. 1 think I should like to live there the year round. On the wall Imiig an old clock. pillow. I went to bed. we Lave for my old man Now. Indeed it's not in the least gloomy." laying a blue-striped nightcap on the She then gave me some advice in regard to the doorkey.208 THE GERMAN CLASSICS the key . and has wouldn't mind sleeping in the schoolyou you to do it. turning the key of the inner. and rested in this plac« I before me. where. through the village to the church beyond the graveThe hall was yard. you bits of " trash. bare. the old schoolmaster's nightcap. that I might put away my things. is the Winkel Magistrate. the stove is the place for you! " " Stop. yet such a silence lay over all that fire in .

sunny of the quail had lulled me to sleep. calculations. leaving behind a narrow path. freeing itself. and those papers which served as an album for the plants. having reference to Winkelsteg. I tried to arrange the leaves. when quite close above out loud and merrily. and occasionally cast a glance at their contents. and the sun must have alreadv risen. which. throuii'h which the dark-brown church roof could be seen. all at once. The mild wai-mth from the stove filled the room the walls and It was the month ceiling were as though bathed in moonlight. by means of two flat bits of wood beating against As tlie call me again. It was the old clock. here and there a pearly drop. to the bright blue flowers. 209 just falling I was me. all the written sheets were of the same size. so strikingly reproduced the ringing note of the mysterious schoolhouso in Winkelsteg. I noticed that. While dressing. so it awakened was the sixth hour of the morning. to the waving stalks. excepting as it was still too early for breakfast the drawings. asleep. While busily arranging the papers and thoroughly absorbed in Vol. began a cheerful and several times in succession the call of the quail rang sound. each other. rolled down through the countless bubbles. It seemed to be a kind of diary. which in such a strange way had announced to me the eleventh hour. of Julv. And the sweet tones led my thoughts and dreams out into the gTaintields. Afterward I rummaged awhile among the papers in the drawer. The large panes were wet and gray. and thus I fell asleep that night in the . and perhaps even some facts concerning the life of the lost schoolmaster. and numbered with red ink. XVI— 14 . I arose and drew back one of the blue window-curtains. for here I hoped to find an account of the isolated Alpine village. It . It was deceptively like the beautiful voice of the bird in the grainfield.THE FOREST SCHOOLMASTER I seemed to Lear the breathing of the night. the fluttering butterflies. my work. I looked at the mechanism of the old Black Forest clock. however. did not discourage me . I had abandoned all thought of the Alpine climb for that day. This task. But the writing's were so full of peculiar expressions and irregailarly-formed sentences that study and some translation would be necessary to make them intelligible.

will see that the room is kept nice and before the well-scoured table at fall tlie window. sir? And no one else would look at those old papers So you may select no one that I know of those that you want. I now took from the drawer. that the daylight might it on them in a friendly way. " The Schoolmaster's Story. bowl of milk. to live in the little room at the school"If I may house. first sheet tells nothing and everything. gray and closely written. Not long afterward. I had put a book together. It was already in order." So I went up to the schoolhouso again. Through the shining windows I could see the gloomy day and the heavy fog hanging over the forest but that only made the room seem the more cosy and homelike. rough. which is the Winkelsteg coffee. of course you may! " she exclaimed. and the leaf with the red letters 1 had laid by chance on top as a title. " whom could you disturb up there. The papers. which I had arranged in the morning. But tainly you may stay." words: The contains three . with a fresh fire crackling in the stove. and seated myself .210 THE GERMAN CLASSICS upon which was written I suddenly discovered a thick gray sheet " in large red letters: THE SCHOOLMASTER'S STORY/' I So." — — '' Oh dear. warm. in a way. and entered the little room. And now what were my plans ? I told the cheerful landlady of my intention to wait for favorable weather in Winkelsteg. It consisted of a was sitting at my breakfast in the inn. flavored with roasted rye-meal. and I CerI hardly think one wnll come now. yes. and to read tlie records of tlie schoolmaster have permission. The new schoolmaster will bring all such — ! things with him.

was also there. I will enclose The body to heaven. to dear God. Come with me. God.THE FOREST SCHOOLMASTER THE SCHOOLMASTER'S STORY "Dear God! " 211 I greet Thee. dear " and please take him directly to my mother. when my Aunt Lies came in. The old umbrella-maker. He has been ill Everybody says it most fortunate. telling my story all over the house. Come to me. In my great iimocence. In the year of our Lord 1797. "Andreas Erdmann. and to my father and mother. Then they laughed still more provokingly. At the time of my father's death. my wee lad. how my aunt scolded at that hef heart of hearts she was glad. little one your good father died today. And now. father and show I Please send an angel meet my money be happy for the angel. I remember the day still. and her house too small for you." This letter lias been preserved by chance. mortuary." But I believe that in Oh. Our room was soon he said: the child " My friends. the soul through purgatory. so I will begin with it. with his sky-blue apron. and I will teach you to make umbrellas. there are three groschen. is wiser than any of you. My is father died today. My aunt Lies says so too. I must have been in ! my seventh year. umbrella-maker. your aunt is far too clever. where lived an old filled with neighbors. from the stupid boy! porter's " room up to the third floor. and clapping her hands together. two years. I only know that. I have a great favor to ask. this is foolish laughter. perhaps . then up him the way. in heaven. for I went up the two flights of stairs with the old man. am sure my christeningmy father will Many greetings to Thee. They laughed at me until I began to cry. read the letter with her glassy What a eyes. I was about to w^rap the three groschen in the paper. Raising his hand. Apostle Simon's Day. Saxzbubg. goes to the They have carried father away now. . cried ' ' : Hastily taking my christening-money. curious to see the stupid boy. she ran away. up to my fifth year. and write Thee a piece of news.

so that we could sell the booth itself. aside from teaching me to read and And so it came about as I have write. wore a sky-blue apron. where we had previously been successful in selling — — our goods. In that way one saves clothes. and since he was obliged to give up his work." laughs . who was the very pattern of economy. Opening one large umbrella over our wares. that he already written. Suddenly. he was forced he died to seek another tent died and left me. too. hurries across the square buy my umbrella. A dozen and a half imibrellas were my I was his heir. ** I have seen many a shoemaker going barefoot. to splashing through the puddles. AVe made nothing but blue and red umbrellas. we went to the inn for a good dinner. there. and with them my umbrellas. otherwise we made the wares up in bundles. he did nothing. which we carried in big bundles to the fairs and sold. he suddenly became weary of the blue and red canvas. at noon. If business flourished. and water inclosed the place." I say. there satisfying our hunger with a warm soup. *' Then I should have none for myself. the fair. for food and lodging. our booth was ready. my parents by the side of a lake. we moved to take to his well-to-do He wished an easier situation might compensate his sister. his health began to fail. and carried them home again. the people are as thougli swept from the market-place. Rocky mountains. I. Like him. as my father had done. These I packed up one day and carried to inheritance. But he was ill a long time. woods. When my mother died. a single one being left with which to cover myself and my hard-earned money. and here my father held an official position in the salt-works. sister's in to^vTi. a storm comes up. When my master was over seventy years old. I remained with the old man in the third story a number of years. and. Just then a gentleman.212 THE GERMAN CLASSICS lived in the forest.

he had fully recompensed me for the shelter of my umbrella. offering me food and drink. Fortune smiled upon me in those days. " " Oh." probably succeed in placing you in the Acadhonest and industrious.THE FOREST SCHOOLMASTER the to 213 man. where. I was pleased with my master. so we will walk together." I answer. see here. but as an assistant I was not a success. finally asking me to remain with him altogether. he a bookseller. I The rain ceased. at into his house. I think it would be wise to send you to school. he invited me to keep beside him. and after awhile I had told him my whole history. I wished to examine the contents of every book which I took into my hand. and use the same umbrella afterward you may either keep it or have the money for it. The placing and putting the volimies in order was entirely forgotten. and not knowing what occupation to take up next. On the way we chatted with one another. taking me and was Unskilled even in umbrella-making. youngster. and as we approached to fall behind. boy. in a very last friendly way. shall if We . with all its circumstances." Thinking to myself. as I thought it unseemly to streets with such a finely-dressed man. you surprised me one day by saying: are useless for the outside of books you must devote yourself to the inside. the poor umbrella-maker's boy. walked into town arm-in-arm with the grand gentleman. assented to his proposal. Boy." My master " . So I. ''but no not matter. you will advance emy. fine coat." ''That does no carriage to be had. if you only could! That is just what I have been secretly longing for. it were a thousand pities to spoil his "Yes. " arrange it. but. I accepted the situation. and in need of an assistant. He understood drawing me out. There is . I was filled with curiositv. the town I tried walk through the But. Are you from to^vn! we " will find some way shoemaker.

and in pajTnent I gave the children lessons in arithmetic.214 rapidly." form." And that was the While I suicide. Saturdays with some veiy i)oor people in an attic. that in an Academy one could grasp both supposed now seemed my TuesMy proswith my attic dining son. Wednesdays with a merchant. on the chai'acter of the Roman kings. the bookAnd I have also worn clothing given me by all these seller. But .'' said the Director of the school. ners I took: Mondays with a teacher. but continued the instmction of their children. THE GERMAN CLASSICS hear yourself called: and before you know it Doctor Erdmann! " On hearing. I entered the Academy and plunged straight into the inside in school one has only the dullest kind the interesting ones are all forbidden. Fridays with an old lieutenant. the son of a rich manufacturer. Although I entered into my studies with great eagerness I had at first. and I was forced to brain with subjects which appealed to me neither crowd — of books. Tuesdays with a My bills My baron. *' funeral sermon. my from without nor from within. Then always heaven of and earth. T came directly from the bier of my unfor- my tunate comrade and with excited ])rain mounted the ])lat*' I will compai'c the Romans with the Gennans. two scholars committed Very well. I gave up friends. Thursdays wdth a schoolmate. and Sundays I Avas with my protector. it turn to deliver a Latin oration.this. On the day following to happened be my oth. before teachers and fellow-students. So pects it went on for a number of years. day's host engaged me as tutor to his little brighter. of these sad occurrences. and learn everything therein. they soon became distasteful to me. dinof fare through the week were varied. and still more so when my master had accomplished his purpose. people. I became greatly excited. to know tlie beautiful harmony was in the institution. . " he who does not bend must break.

Heinrich. dark chamber. the clothmaker's son. I had through my friend Heinrich obtained the position of tutor in the aristocratic family of Baron von Schrankenheim. . enslave the intellect. yet it was all over long ago. But. but Finally he said : now go and com- pose yourself." replied defiantly. Always some- — . was fond of me. I had one boy to teach and prepare for the Hochschule. ." My hand trembles as I write this. approached. Andreas. I staggered home. *' 215 the old tyrants enslaved tlie body. it became oppressive and uncomfortable for me in the wealthy household." Nearly crazed." I laughed in my friend's face. the new ones Outside there in the. said a few words more. not the only victim I who has sought refuse in the grave. you have spoken the by and for that very reason they will never forgive you truth. " Erdmann is out of his mind. Heinrich walked beside me in silence." said one of the masters. My task was not heavy. for those words! " " Nor do I I *' '' care. an extraordinarily beautiful girl I was her devoted friend. deserted and dishonored. too little. return at once and ask pardon for your offense. as the time passed. Andreas? What have you me. Andreas. " . but they then and smilingly led me down from the platform. Hemiann. said?" Too little. he grasped me " the hand saying: By Heaven." I replied. Moved. One year previous to this occurrence. may have time he will do better. That will be your ruin.THE FOREST SCHOOLMASTER I cried. My pupil. lies one hunted to death. as and was also his sister. a fine. Here I fared well and I was no longer obliged to beg my dinners at different tables. studious boy. " You must learn wisdom. hurried after '' What have you done. my table and school companion. ** The next he should not speak in German but in Latin.

my teachers I should control myself. Whose Then conquer myself. which would soon pass. not over-proud of his aristocracy." in My springing up Andreas. In my perplexity I one day confided in my friend Heinrich. would not object to a fellow-students. my position more aware of my poverty. telling me that nearly all young people were afflicted with the. I already saw the day when as a man of dignity and standing I might pay court to the maiden. what am I doing? Andreas. and the girl oh. I what timid and now keenly than ever.216 THE GERMAN CLASSICS self-conscious. Like a man. what will come of it? I was eighteen years old at that time. I devoted myself studies. in the presence of something of myself. my humble ancestry impelled me to make He was right. and this was his advice. And a Master of Arts may surely ask the hand of a baron's daughter. Notwithstanding tlie injustice that must be endured. what a — beautiful child she was! I Avould often find myself thinking "What a blissful tiling to be beautiful and rich! heart was hot. keeping earnestly to my intentions secret. little presents into my felt But my happy and confidential with pupil possessed delicacy of feeling. tame my obstinate will. for they were all and even the servants often slipped hand. who had always understood me better than any one. although — However. in a few years I should become Doctor. I decided that. . and the Baron. I will then go and woo her. in years. and with perseverance and industry submit to the institution. and was me. was well aware. I dreamed : of " flowers and stars and her eyes. same malady. I Left alone in my trouble. The family seemed fond of me. or a most learned Master of Arts. young notwithwould consider the matter calmly Of my poverty I standing the advice of clever people. and he counseled me to alarm eyes? — God. Hardly five years older than I. becoming one of the first among I my my progressed rapidly and drew nearer and nearer to my goal.

" Looking at me in great astonishment. At parting he forced me to accept his ready money. reward you for it. Of whom should I take leave? Of my young pupil? Of the young lady? Lord." I was very young v\'hen I set my foot into the mde world. "Where are you going? " '' I do not know. I thank you for all your kindness to me. Heinrich accompanied me a long distance. he asked. There nothing left for me but to go away. Then I went to Heinrich: "I thank you a thousand times for thv love. lead me not into temptation She was still so young. and in a year pass the examina- my pupil: tion successfully. But I persisted in my determination to go away. true as gold. infernally. I 217 happy. Would that I could You know what has happened. might happen to others as well. " obstinate friend. Heinrich — ! ." concluded the nobleVery well. and appeared before the father of *' Sir. I cannot remain longer in your house. And I have repaid thee badly yes. "What had happened to me." The good man told me that I was over-excited and ill. then we separated.THE FOREST SCHOOLMASTER scholar for a son-in-law. She dismissed me pleasantly. Hoinrich was right. is mv faithful friend. I was well aware that the cause of mv failure was the German speech on the Latin kings. my *' then I release you." man. he would see that I was cared for. and in ! a friendly manner. I Then professors — rejected me. Heinrich! Thou good heart. the final examinations was indeed most fortunate and were taken. but I must leave this town at once. and in the quiet of his home I would soon recover. Heart to heart we swore one another eternal faithfulness. and for this reason I should never be allowed to pass the examination. and my went directly home. thou hast kept thy word with me. Wlien I have accomplished something worthy I will come back and repay you.

once more able to weep my heart out over my life. get yourself some new clothes and then come to my house. the father of my former pupil. you here? And how changed you are Gone scarcely four years and almost unrecognizal)le " Herr von Schrankenheim. Herr von Sclirankenheim presented his son to me. he had rebelled against the petty tyranny of his scholastic superiors and. Herr von Schrankenheim. And as I lay upon the cold. Heinrich. so young and so unfortunate. life anew. To deaden the tumult within he threw himself tunmlt of war. as a consequence. Preparatory to his voluntary exile and withdrawal from his fellow-men he visits his father's grave where he meets his former patron and friend. I mshed to mound before seeking a cave for myself in some deserted ravine of the forest. for there was one folly which T liad not yet conquered. ! ! was standing before me. of Freiherr von Schrankenheim. a gentleman appeared walldng among the graves. frozen earth. At the battle of Leipzig he unwittingly killed his bosom-friend. then with a gesture of astonishment exclaimed: ''Erdsee the mann. With wet eyes he pressed money into my hand: " There. I told him all. He his invitation I On . The bridge that might have crossed the chasm between him and the Frilulein fiery was thus ruthlessly destroyed.218 THE GERMAN CLASSICS [Erdmann.] In Peters-Friedhof my father lay buried. grief and disappointment. had aroused within him the maddening passion. Talented and gifted and filled with all the youthful ideal of liberty and humanity. had failed in his examinations. the old master. In his despair he sought to flee into the yet fierier from the world. Walking up and down witli him among the graves." begin — went to his house with great dread. he asked what troubled me. in whose famdaughter ily he had been a private tutor. is thus seen to have drained The the cup of bitterness. Become a hermit! that is no career for a You must overcome your despondency and fine young lad.

'' If you think that up to the present time you have only been the author of evil. . churlish men are whose hearts are gnawed by misfortune or among them. something worse. study. up in the Alps. who. in lawful or unlawful ways. elegant gentleman." said Herr von Schrankenheim." " You are from " my chair. then. for one reason or another. the '' way " Very well." he began after awhile. and you wish to give up " the service you might render your fello\Miien? At that I listened attentively. They have neither priest nor doctor nor school-teacher in their vicinity they are quite deserted and isolated and have only their o^uti helplessness and misI am the owner guided natures upon which to depend. and now eke out an existence. possibly ErdI can. why do you wish to run away without giving the world and the community the good which " surely slumbers in rich measure within you? yet at the height of I rose to do it! enough of it. if you will sit down again and listen to me. Far from here. hunters. Sir. and not your powers. in wandering and confusion. Then his father. along with others." joy and pleasure. are stretches of large forests between rocky heights. are you really in earnest in your desire to live a life of seclusion in the wilderness? " " That is the best ** I answered. " Sir. mann. With his hands behind his back.THE FOREST SCHOOLMASTER 219 had already become a tall. conducting me into his bade me take a seat in the softest easy-chair. It is true. in which one could serve humanity and perhaps do something great for the community. and after a little left us. . show me. the words impressed me. I know the world and have worthless live in among people who hardly in your twenty-fourth year. and charcoal- burners. I am for thing me. the few years of my youth have tossed me about from one land to another torn by the devastation of war. have sought refuge there. " " Erdmann. he made me a silent bow. I know of a distant and real hermitage. wood-cutters. where one will find shepherds.

That was long ago. In the front hall I consideration and caught a glimpse of a woman's figure. a new parish derness. assist them with good advice. so I arose to go. And here my in this place I rented a small room for the winter. The rustling of a dress in the adjoining room filled me with alarm. unless it would like to live in seclusion. He would not be dissuaded from giving me the *' means " for the coming season. a new life. Erdwhat do you think of that? " mann. I often One day where climbed the snowy slopes and. '' Cold weather is at hand. " Remain in my house for the winter and give the matter due when summer comes. Avatching tlie sunset glow on the mountains and listening to the song ccliocs of ]\Iy an Alpine shepherdess resounding on the cliffs. I wandered as far as the woodland by the lake childhood and my mother lie buried. The man might make himself very useful. weary of the world. if my offer still then go to the forest. past which I glided like a spectre. yet work for mankind. long ago. and I finally took my leave. and teach the children to read and write. indeed. standing under moss-covered trees.220 of the forest. *' I am the man for it. with the promise to return with the swallows and accept his proposal. I will found a new one in the wilnew school. . I often walked over the frozen lake thinking of the days when I had crossed the gentle waves in a boat a1 niy parents' side." continued the Baron. Let me A " — So the fire was not quite extinguished. dissatisfied with the condition of things in this old world. begging permission to go away for the winter. At these words I felt impelled to seize his hand and say: the place . was impressed with the feeling of having once stood there with my mother and father. And. sparks go today! sometimes fly from ashes." pleases you. THE GERMAN CLASSICS For a long time I have had the intention of sending some one to this region who should guide the inhabitants a little. fatlier and motiicr also sang. it is not so easy to find one for were some one who.

Not wishing to cause her the pain which she would have experienced at my appearance and my undertaking. — — '' It happened in blindness. they had become entirely illegible. am equipped and all is ready. experiences and circumstances. I do not fear thy ghost. I cansay to thee: not alter it now I will wipe it out with my own life. that I may always keep it the more clearly before my eyes when new perplexities and troubles overtake me. I did not visit her again. 1814. Anthony of Padua.) They say that my aunt is well.. my talents and inclinations. that unthat will haunt me forever. Now it is well. the time of poverty forgotten like the image in a dream only it should never have dawned. Now they are blowing the post-horn. I think it no presumption to accept the proposal of Herr von Schrankenheim. inwardly I Although outwardly still quite young. His sister * * * (in the original two lines were here crossed out so many times that . . I am going to the woods. very old. precious little room by the lake. In fact I think I have endured and am still able to endure the school of life better than the school of books and dead precepts. The advice of an old surely be welcome to the dwellers in the forest. ".THE FOEEST SCHOOLMASTER I 221 have lain in prison in France.. Having carefully considered my that I may . His son Hermann greeted me again with a friendly bow. Farewell. only come to me once. happy day in Saxonland Heinrich. Salzburg. beautiful town. am man will The Feast of It is settled I St. All would have been well. The young gentleman is a little pale he is probably very studious. I have wandered ill and dying over the deserts of Russia and now I am living here in this dear. I have acquired understanding and have become calm. . I have searched myself for many days I have reviewed my former life and written it out here in a few words. . The Baron has promised me his assist- ance in eveiything.

for a while I still hear the clear horn resomiding through the woods. The postway. Day before yesterday the green foothills changed into picturesque mountain regions. along which is a footpath. the road is becoming narrower and rougher. Through This road I must travel. and roots and is sown with hard pine-needles of past years. pleasant valley. I would have given my host something as security. Already three days on journey. unusual and sorrowful in Perchance in whom can intrust it. that is a snow-field. I must return the bank-note and ask for small coin. through woods and ravines and by roclvy cliffs. And do people live up there? IN THE WINKEL out. Through the branches yonder I see the gleam of a w^hite plateau.222 THE GERMAN CLASSICS the. but he assured me if I were to remain in the forest of the Winkel. The bank-note which I have with me the people in this region cannot change. the future some one may be found to I life. the ravine flows a stream which they call the It leads over stones "Winkol. this is a pleasanter expedition than the one over the winter steppes. So I will write it all For whom I do not know. sometimes it is necessary to alight from the wagon and shove aside the fallen blocks of stone. . Perhaps for the dear God to whom in my innocence I wrote the letter when my father died. I was obliged to remain in debt for my night's lodging today. day I have been set down. We see more chamois and deer than people. Today Now hill. and then all is silent and I sit here beside my bundle in the midst of the this the fourth On chaise has gone on its wilderness. However. My heart would break could I not talk over all that is my I will tell it to the sheet of paper. I could easily send him the money by a messenger who came occasionally from that region. Yesterday we entered a wo are going up and down broad.

sturdy fellow. brown and hairy.. hewn flat on the upper side. forming the path to a frame house standing on the edge of the woods. while they struck fire with flint for their pipes. As I stumbled along by the Winkel Waters. " Geloht sei Jesu Christ! " ''Forever and ever. covered with moss and pitch. shall now be my friends and share the years which may come to me. These waters form the Winkel. It is a small basin into which flow a number of streams from the different ravines. white leaves. as he saw me coming. cabins of the shepherds and wood-cutters. Some of them had flashwhich sent forth sparks like those from the fireing eyes stones others very good-naturedly showed me the way. I arrived here on a Saturday. Here a thick log. carrying a pack on his back with saws. One rough.THE FOREST SCHOOLMASTER 223 though he but half understand me. They looked like exiled. meal buckets. ax. short distance. Today my hair is still dark. for he accompanied me a tinder and . on the wooded hillsides. the only house of any size in the Farther away in the defiles and valleys are the vicinity. where large clearings have been made and charcoal-pits started. remains excepting the one large It still . stepped to one side. is laid across the brook. Amen!" was my answer. This is the forest lodge. withered tree-trunks. going about in their fustian smocks. Stopping in front of me. and murmured. You. are villages of huts for the last the valley At charcoal-burners. while you are somewhat gray. widens a little. pure. They call this little its valley Im Winkel. which seemed to give him confidence. they stared in astonishment or glanced at me threateningly. and beyond. but you may yet outlive me and become my future generation. seeking for new ground where they might grow and flourish again. almost entirely in primeval state. etc. as well as from the cliffs that rise at my left. I met here and there wood satyrs.

A nicely furnished room was assigned to me. with leading- THE GERMAN CLASSICS its domestic surroundings and the footpath up to it. and with arms akimbo called out loud and shrillv. and finally stopping in front of me." I replied. " Du lieber Him" She had never mel. stopped suddenly before my open door. he rose and stretched his strong limbs. This document contained everything essential. handing him the credentials which I had brought from the owner of the forest. He was a domineering. The remainder of the time I "Now am busy in other localities.224 house. A sturdy woman who was there to look after and arrange it. satisfied! "Are you *'' " " Then Yes. I now approached." times up and down over the plank floor. red-boarded man. according to her own ideas. and I hope to be quite contented here. which were clothed in genuine and correct hunter's their accounts seated myself beside it. yes. he asked.^' I trust everything will be all right. four hours from here by the road. The forester was busy with costume. very well. The idea of beginning . and my home is in Holdenschlag. The business finished. I leave here tomorrow and come only every Saturdav into the Winkel. the forester then entered " Does apartment. but the men bore it good-naturedly and pocketed their money in silence. Looking at '* answer your pui^pose? " my my door. I was soon settled and had all my possessions in order. Politely knocking at room. Here I entered and. his hands thrust into his trousers' pockets. is that how a schoolmaster looks! seen one in her life. and he dismissed the people somewhat roughly and cuiily. he said : He walked many consider what method you would like to adopt for your work. workmen who were settling and receiving their monthly wages. placing my bundle upon a chest in the hall. The forest lodge is also called the Winkel-warden's house. my it Oh.

as far as the eye can reach in the narrow valley. in all their lives. I slept Although on the straw bed. They are mostly peasants from the outlying regions. And if you need anything. And if you find that you can exert an influence over them.THE FOREST SCHOOLMASTER a school immediately dismiss from your mind. 225 my dear man. take a boy along at first to show you your way about. we will support you in it. become acquainted with all these people in whatway you think best. and the labor of their hands is needed. They are as well know at once you may — they shoot down a guard. I that we have you ! And the old people. The most of them have families. It was the month of June. it seems. take care and be Try to ever If you think best. There are also fellows among them whom one would hardly like to meet on a dark night. who have fled into the forest to escape military service. Nothing very bad can be charged against any one of them. we let them go about unmolested. I wish you well! With these words he departed. So long as they only shoot the game everj^ one of them! of the forest. friendly way. He. my friend. is now my sensible! master. for the most part without the formality of marriage. In the morning I XVI— 15 . " apply to me. The murmuring of the brook soundly cheered my heart. Poachers. while on the wooded heights. but they have come here from the east and west for what reason God only knows. may he also be my protector! was my first night in the Winkel. You will soon observe what an effect that has upon the people. All is fresh and green and sparkling with dewdrops. But if blockheads. You will run across men and women who. then of course we are obliged to arrest them. but the sun rose late over the forest and looked into my room in a it wandered out of doors. You are still quite young. that cannot be helped. the bluish sun-web spins itself over the shadowy treeVoL. First we must manage tell all kinds of folks in these forests. have never heard a church bell or seen a vestment.

were nothing but schoolboys. That comes from the fresh. then I will climb sometime up to the glaciers. the dear. Ah which surrounds mo. still more. from day to day I am and am beginning to take a new lease of growing younger life. As long as I enjoy it. thus I like to enjoy it. deserters.226 trunks. now. in the farthest distance can be seen the sea. Nay. wild fellows whom one would are to nature. I am If I am told. primi- the wilderness. that will be no easy PEACE OF THE PRIMEVAL FOREST me The few people who see about in the forest gaze after me. I feel contented in the woods. then from the high mountain I shall sometime behold the sea. or. inhospitable fields of snow and ice. but only the wood which serves for timber or fuel and llic twigs which may be used for brooms. — — . from whose summit. yes. as tive nature I . The solitary one alone finds the forest where many seek. and over all stretch the wide. I do not wish to hear a single word of the pui-pose it serves. they do not even see the trees. In war and storm I have rushed over half the world and have seen nothing but dust and stone. do not indulge in Romantic fancies. still less. not like to meet at night! Andreas. a young fellow. successful here. indeed. then rocky cliffs again. And above the glaciers towers at last the Graue Zahn. THE GERMAN CLASSICS Toward the west towers the battlement of rocks above which lie the meadows of . the beautiful forest. belongs to this class. or to that centuries old. unable to undergoing stand why I. in the peace of solitude But task. my eyes opened — poachers. it flees and only the trees remain. it is true. should be roaming here in I feel contented in the woods. If I am successful in my task here below. As it is absorbed through the eye and the ear and all the senses. Or they open the gray eyes of learning and say *' That " as if the pines and oaks. The woods are lost to them on account of the trees. glittering like a white plateau.the Aim. I am recovering.

a little worm in the woods and they waft a greeting to me from Xo. Or white clouds are sailing liigh above. perfume of the tender. In all my life I have never seen such a remarkable woven mat It is a as this variegated. it. I wish to be as childishly ignorant as if I had today just fallen from heaven upon the soft. . they are drifted hither from distant deserts and — — — — — seas. as in a Gothic temple. But in the rough. up to the hour when another. The trees are speaking with one another. forming tiny mosaics. There is a whispering. the pine-forest builds the pointed arch. how and run. she is hidden by the hand of man under a baronial roof. with the mysterious signs and innumerable scars. no. ye have not seen her or have ye? Alas. a rustling. A network of roots surrounds me. The forest dreams. furrowed. haps other beings endless who like myself are watching the the ants hasten web of nature. knotted bark of the larch-tree. from the day when the exiled murderer Cain rested for the first time under the wild interwoven branches of the larch. hairy. cool moss in the shade. Ah. trying to espy me me.THE FOREST SCHOOLMASTER 227 man's love of gain understands this purpose. also homeless. is engraved the whole world's legend. light-green It is dark. miniature forest. shimmering pine. They have long gray beards. and in the bosom of its shade perrest. Above rise the thousand little turrets of branches. between which the deep blue sky lights up the shady ground beneath. twisted mosses hanging from bough to boug'h. partly sucking the mother's milk from the earth for its trees. partly seeking to entwine itself about the mossv bank and Andreas Erd- mann sitting network upon Softly — upon mother-arms. stretching a rich garland of rugged branches in all directions. Clouds. inhales the needles. Well polished and dripping with balsam is the silvery. I rest upon the arms of the The brown trunk of the fir towers straight upward. wonderful network of mossy earth.

softer than any made on earth. has become the beetle's shroud. See yonder leaps a rabbit the crowned stag is making Each shrub acts as his way through the underbrush. and the evergreen laurel of our Alps. then be true that a red thread spins itself on races of the human and animal kingdoms. the acts of King Solomon on his throne of gold and those of the sluggish. if any such should be born. for some worthy poet of the forest. a veil. I step out into the clearing. cloven a lightning-stroke. perfumed field rises the charred trunk of a tree. threatening heaven for having once shattered its head with And yonder towers a gray. painstaking creatures. for it is endowed with wings. creeping worm under the stone? I should very much like to know. has been toiling long on this net. with their clusters of little red berries. The wood-bee is buzzing about toward me. dowm through to the very smallest creature? Does everything then folit Can all low one and the same law. as if concealing a hundred beings and woodmysteriously Sharply defined shadow-forms lie sprites within itself. circles away. they weave a cradle-basket from straws and twigs for their beloved young. and glittering. A trembling breeze ripples and kisses my cheeks. It now flutters haughtily upward. . among the bushes. its one bare branch lifted in defiance. and each leaf is a table spread for her. selves. suddenly it is ensnared and captured in a net. while endeavoring to poison everything hostile with their corroding fluid! A brilliant beetle has been contemptuously regarding the tiny. where the boughs are thickest. dark. The little birds in the branches are also planning their works of art. upon the ground. quiet and industrious. my Here are light-green furze bushes. gleaming bilberry. over which strings of light spin them! . The spider. And above this dim.228 THE GERMAN CLASSICS embracing the smallest of small things with their slender arms. plays with curls. And the breath of the forest plays upon these strings.

there is no path. in 229 whose fissures the nimble lizard and the shimmer- ing adder hide. and again begins to eat. I stand on the edge me meadow. lay it beside my cheek like a gun. the thorns prick. or. where it now stands in a listening attitude with head thro^\^l high. Finally it begins to graze. into his mouth. Then. where the dogberry grows. The triumphant roaring of a bull or the bells and bleating of a goat is now heard. and the blue gentians. that which I hope for is than that which I have. He will have nothing to do with the juniperbushes. inclosed by young fir-woods. it licks its back and scratches itself behind the ear. The deer raises its head quickly and I now expect it to dart away. It looks over at me. there is mine — where it is steep- where the tangle of the alder-bushes and briars is thickest. stopping on the other side. aiming toward the breast of the deer. I raise my juniper stick. He picks strawberries into his cap. To these this is the sign of brotherhood. and at whose feet flourish the serrated leaves of the fern. well aware that a juniper stick does not go off. The shepherd-boy comes skip- ping by. plucking the narrow pointed leaf of the goat-majoram he carries it to his lips. Where est. Through the raspberry-bushes wriggles the ant-grubber. where the adder rustles in the yellow foliage of the beech.THE FOREST SCHOOLMASTER rock. Close to deer springs from the thicket. I walk farther out on the meadow. and through it brings forth a whistle which reechoes far away in the cliffs and which other shepherd-lads in the distance give back to him. bounds over the meadow. into dim and uncertain . Lajdng the stick on the ground again. Following an inborn instinct of man. But it does not hasten. what he likes better. the It is a delight to penetrate thus into the wilderness. that wonderful grain whose smoky veil en- . constantly waving greetings with their little caps. the blueberries are bitter. that w^hich I anticipate attracts me more than dearer to of a green a that which I me know. there I wander. searching for the resinous kernels in the ant-hills from which to prepare the incense.

that is a toothsome spice for the shepherd-boy. WITH THE HERDSMEN The earliest people were the herdsmen. inclosed by dark walls and slender browm trunks of the primeval forest. I hear the eternal murmurtorrents of the Kar. the deserted. we know little bell somewhere in space. the pursued and world- A — weary. A cool breeze fans me as I stand upon the ing shady bank of a forest lake. under the blackberry leaves. .230 THE GERMAN CLASSICS chants the eye of mortals. I proceed down through a defile torn away by the wild Trees and bushes arch over it. a great many words upon her tongue. the sweet-root flourishes. thou still. They are the most harmless folk that one meets in these wooded hills. So I have begun with them. is constantly calling us. soul catches the familiar sound and longs Peace of the primeval forest. I notice. surely she has many. The Sennin. forman arbor. And in a quiet hour our and longs. is often affected a ringing voice for yodling on in a singular manner. but the right one for her heart's desire is not among them. the ridge beside the purple erica. thou only Eden which remains for the unhappy! Dost thou hear the sound and echo of Listen. A perfect stillness rests upon the water. ing of deepest silence. The stray leaf of a beech or an oak rustles toward me. Dost thou also hear the distant liammering and reverberthe angel That is the woodsman with the ax ating? ! — with the sword. Term nyiplicd tn Iho Alpino shopliordosa. so that they fall upon their knees before the sacrificial bread and see the Lord. and the Sennin* also likes to nibble it. On that she may have the Aim. yes. she therefore expresses it in another way and sings a song without words which throughout this region is called the Jodel. not if on the earth below or in the starry heaven above. Andreas the song without words? That is the shepherd's luinn. thou holy refuge of the orphaned.



little On the Aim there is much sun and shade.THE FOREST SCHOOLMASTER And With 231 I have already learned something of pastoral life. and before the shaky table kneels Religion at the crudely ornamented Haus-Altar. I am good and happy with them. the ceremony of crowning with wreaths is conducted innocently enough but when. is con- is well arranged and conveniently near at hand. the cattle return to the valley in the late autumn with fresh wreaths. the garland is . By the hearth sits Domesticity in front of the fire and the sooty pots. dwelling in the farmyards to which the herds belong. after many weeks of unrestrained freedom upon the airy heights. The bed is made from rough boards. In the spring-time. the herdsmen really have no homes. Sorrow and woe are like hot-house plants. when the young people and cattle walk together. the Lord Himself could not have put anything better. upholstered with moss and rushes it must be like that if the young woman of the Aim is to stantly heard singing and tuning his pipe. — In the lovely summer-time these people lead a good and happy life upon the liills and I truly and by my faith. AVithin the herdsman's hut everything — . They spend the winter in the lower. often missing in the shepherdess' hair. when the freshets are over and the young blades of grain are peeping forth from their green sheaves toward heaven to see if the swallows have not yet come. none of them are at home here. The cows are bedecked with tinkling bells. They eat with the people and sleep with the cattle and goats. the cattle are taken from the stalls and led by the herdsmen to the Aim. Even the old keeper of oxen. the exception of the couple up in the Miesenbach hut. In the procession to the Aim. outlying districts. the calves and steers with green wreaths. usually so surly. And where the bedstead stands. such as the people wear at the feast of Corpus Christi. they are wanderers. they will not flourish in the fresh Alpine — air. and the Aim-boy must then nothing bring the fresh water a long distance withers more easily than such a tender wreath in her curly locks.

It seems as . where between four legs flow the little wliite fountains of milk and butter. he himself under the belly of the cow and drinks his places breakfast directly from the udder. up here among the firs and little It was on Berthold and Aga observations. this is the token of the fulfilment of her most secret heart's desire. What in heaven's name have wood-worms to do with her heart's desires? But these will be fulfilled all the same: the simple folk about here wish for nothing which cannot be attained. How does it happen that in the forest-land exist fewer and less appropriate expressions for love and tenderness than for jesting and fun? If love down in the valleys is not exactly communicative. But Berthold manages in the Miesenbach hut that After breakfast Aga takes the basket on her back and goes down toward the grazing meadows of the Thalmulde. dream happily In another room are the buckets milk and butter business is carried and pans. the profits of which are honestly delivered to the owner of the herd. sleep with an easy conscience. shut in by four wooden walls. passes. *' Time to be up! " Now the shepherdess goes with calling. on which the Sennin hears at night the elves knocking. And the maid in the hut. and so the time in the simplest way. as well as the shepherd-boy and the herd in the stall. The fire on the hearth is ready for the milk and the herdsman is waiting for his breakfast. that like a careful mistress she may prepare the table for her four-footed charges.232 THE GERMAN CLASSICS therein. He yodles and shouts. the bucket to the stable. for in the early morning Berthold has already led them do^\^l to the pastures wet with dew. The herd's meal lasts the whole day. elves In the morning the bright sun peeps through the window. I made my cabbage-roses it is as dumb as fish in water. I did not like to tell the credulous Aga that I thought the is The whole household might be or were industrious wood-worms. and here the on. The kiss is not as customary here as in other places.

verily tears the clouds asunder. out of the teem- How man should know so well how to utilize everything! The starved or daring wood-de\als hold closer communication Avdth the mass of mankind outside than one would suppose. Yet after all they know it well enough.THE FOREST SCHOOLMASTER if 233 the warm blood did not take the time to mount to the is do elsewhere. and swings her high in the air. Everything and when a love-sick lad no other way of sho\\'ing his feelings. Bertliold does it not a whit differently. at the same time giving a shout that lips. I like to think of the women-folk. In this wilderness there are trades of which I had no The people literally dig their bread out of the earth stones. at all ! What is there to do? For the present. He then sometimes sings the little song: " When I uproot the spikenard here. and than they themselves perhaps imagine. but he imagines that some time he is going to find a buried treasure under the stones. Canst thou guess where the spices go? — To Turkey land. the women-folk. there is the root-digger. Digging for treasures. and diamonds under the He would ' . That grows upon the Aim. In Turkey land. For example. sweeter perfume may receive. They are two poor young people. nothing WITH THE W00D-DEVn. and They scrape it from the trees. gold. it and by the strange that many-sided resources of their wits force ing ant-hills and out of inedible fruits. left to themselves on the lonely Alpine heights." A have given up the digging long ago to lead solely a poacher's life.S idea. He climbs around among the rocks and digs out the aromatic roots with his crooked iron puncheon. as the miller does a sack of grain. he seizes his knows sweetheart. when there so much to finds expression in the arms. that the women-folk.

but everything has an end. His favorite repast was old boots or felt liats. Up among the hills is a glen called the Wolfsgrube. He was called '' the Gormand. or the ant-grubber. but ate cloth. ant-grubber. the pitch-scraper. who had been neither rootdigger. brandy-distiller. the miner is right. he perfonned this feat. leather. that flaming darts of lightning hiss through the night. but had earned his bread by eating. as jugglers usually do. He was a human wreck. Day in. day out. that is. and that the mighty thunder rolls. Easter with oil like his . Gold and diamonds under the ground Treasure-dig! ging ! The ploughman fairy-tale is right the root-digger is right the is right. Tliat paid him well. that the drops freeze into bits of ice. and vinegar. I — recently visited this place. not to offend the rootThese are digger. from the forests come the many hard storms in the wooded and Alpine regions. must be a profound secret of these wild fellows which I have not been able to discover. pitch-scraper. tow and ribbons and that sort of thing. that the bits of ice become heavy hail-stones. until at last it all bursts upon the trembling men and beasts of the earth how they manage that. poacher." I think he had no other name. nor He had never worked. although physically very His hair had become a hopelessly tangled mat of sweat and resin. torn into bits and prepared strong. digger is not right. . are said to cause the bad weather all devils' work and — — since they live in the forests. But the treasure. and bits of glass. Of one thing I am careful.234 THE GERMAN CLASSICS ground. But how they manage that the atoms of dew condense into water. these things he has heard of in fairy-tales and can never forget. Ho often went to the surrounding villages on church-festival days to He did not consume exhi})it his tricks before the people. arriving there just in time to witness the burial of a man. and his purse. but the most extraordinary wood-devil. so he had no need of a hat. stomach. had a good digestion.

with a melancholy face though restless bearing. yon rascal. Hannes. half-legend. the appeared into the forest. You're done for!" chuckled the old man. the eater of broken glass? It is really a strange. sajdng in his arro'' Eat your black bread yourself." This was the funeral sermon. and he disSuddenly springing up.THE FOREST SCHOOLMASTER Sunday as well as 235 Good Friday. said The devil has not taken him because of his good theless. until it rolled into its final resting-place. Here's something. grass. they shoved it with a pole." "Bring it on!" screamed the stronger seizing the root and thrusting it down his throat. black-haired man. pale man. wave pale. And they would not hury the man in the Holdenschlag churchyard. that's a little than you are. The meaning of it all was now plain. And then a few men came and shoveled earth into the grave. I'll gant way. where only the rushes grow and their little woolly flags." . weird Gazing into it. Later I again met the sad. Winding the body in thick fir-boughs. still remained standing beside the grave. No one knew the old root-digger he was the devil. looking We will cover him with earth neverabout him. whom they call the ** Can you tell me something. do you? You!" At which I'll '^ the Gormand The old retorted: eat you! " man out. A with a trembling hand he threw a clump of earth upon the form covered with pine boughs and. * ' : tale. stone-dead. root-digger. drink the brandy and take a bite of the glass with it. '* about Einspanig. so the superstitious people interpreted and related it to me. " Get saying. then drew forth a small root." Just then an old root-digger crawled out from a dark corner " of the hearth: Despise the black bread. appetite. and his heart may have been no worse than his stomach." I asked. In the marshy ground of the Wolfsgrube. He was sitting before his glass of toddy in Kranabethannes' hut. Gormand staggered out of the house and fell upon the ** Gormand. — Half -fact. they made the grave.

like the magician in the fairy-tale. wriggling in the net. They are and uncouth. and from them the brandy-distiller now reaps his second harvest. a sad fate hangs over this little people. The race will not die out so easily. He believes in the Spirit of Nature. of his history Einspanig One." he " a better answered." they . And lectual life of these people.236 ** THE GERMAN CLASSICS Strange and weird is the whole woodland. AVhoever drinks is ruined. gloomy pine. in the . digestion than ours. My voyages of discovery have cheered me more than I should have thought possible. True. Right here . What. Perhaps something might be made neglected of them but first the leaven must be added. Soon The woodsa few flies are there. but this fate sometimes makes an unspeakably droll face. art thou not thyself a son of the wilderness? Thou art truly strange and weird enough. and follows him to the tavern. that lives in all created things. from everything that here produces fruit. He always carries about with him a little flask. first the red berries from the mountain-ash. affably treating each person who comes in his way. as they go about or to and from their work. are at these are the flies of the twolast enticed into the tavern — legged spider. The " The Lone call him. and conjures it out of the fruits of the forest and. people. the most cordial and. His distillery is a magic circle under a high. into the bottle and. the most dangerous. putting the stopple in quickly." With superstition is the intelthese words he turned and quickly stalked away. is the brandy-distiller. imprisons it there. Besides I do not consider these foresters so utterly depraved and wretched. The brandy-distiller reaps a double harvest. old man. a circle like that which the spider draws and weaves. from the sweet-broom. know He wears finer clothes than the others and shaves his beard every week. the wood-devils. such a son of the wilderness may have. they nothing. from the hop. according Among to my judgment.

The boys staff. Strange that this wonderful dream of a lost para- . or the herdsman's or the pitch-scraper. true. they are recorded in no parish-register. the wooded mountains From extend on and on toward the west. A sea of snow and ice with crags. Seen from above they lie there like a dark-blue sea. The youngsters follow the path of their elders and carry the grappling-iron for roots. it is said. concealing in their depths the everlasting shadows and the strange people. the forest children are all girls. here begin the Alps. extends endlessly. are mostly christened with the water of the woods. but the ^^overnment does not renounce its claims on the healthy Winkelstegers. But. over the giant strongholds above. The men here say that the government and whatever belongs to it costs them more than it would be worth That may be all to them. according to the reports made to the priest in Holdenschlag. so that they may remain unnoticed outside by the bailiffs and omitted from the mili- tary list. where the rocky boulders no longer lie or lean. which in olden times guarded an Eden now turned to stone. according to the legend. walled in with stones. or the ax. Thus the legend. IN THE FELSENTHAL the slopes of the foot hills and the cliffs of the Hochzahn with its chain of glaciers. dark forest-land the little ones flourish like mushrooms. but soar straight up into the sky. and they will renounce it. is a place where. The forest people do not allow themselves to be elevated or drawTi by force. deep fissured precipices shut off the forest-land. the world is fastened in with boards. about which hover everlasting mists. circuitous route. must lead them up arm arm and indeed by long.THE FOEEST SCHOOLMASTER 237 damp. It were better said. far below the last hut. day's journey from the valley of the Winkel toward A the west. he who would win them for higher things in must descend quite to them.


in the hearts of all

dise yet to be regained should people and nations!

These foresters will not believe, that on the other side of the Alps there are other regions also inhabited by man. Only one old, shy, blinkingcharcoal-burner repeats the story

him by

his grandfather, that over there

were human


who wore such high pointed

hats that they could not

walk about on the mountains in the evening without knocking down the stars. So the Lord God was obliged to carefully

draw down the clouds every night in order to keep a single star in heaven. The rogue meant the pointed hats

of the Tyrolese. The region is adapted to gloomy myths. It is a dead valley in which no little finch will sing, no wild pigeon coo,

no woodpecker chatter, in wliich loneliness itself has fallen Upon the gray moss-covered ground piles of rock asleep. lie about, just as they have been broken from the high cliff. Here and there a bold little fir-tree has climbed up on one of these gray, weather-beaten, boulders and proudly looks about, thinking itself now more fortunate than the other half-dead trees on the sandy soil below. It will not be long before it too will perish from hunger and thirst, and will fall from the barren rock. Here the forest cannot flourish, and if a straight and slender fir shoots up anywhere, its days are numbered. A storm-wind suddenly comes rushing down from the rocky defile and almost gently lays the young tree, together with its broken roots, upon the ground. The Scotch fir alone is still courageous; it climbs the steep sides between the precipices to discover how it looks up there with the Edelweiss, with the Alpine roses, with the chamois, and how far it is yet to the snow. But the good Scotch fir is no daughter of the Alps soon a dizziness seizes it and, frightened, it crouches down and crawls painfully


its knees, with its twisted, crippled arms always reachout and clutching something, the little lioads of the ing cones stretching upward in sheer curiosity, until finally it

comes out into the damp
about among the rocks.


of mist and aimlessly wanders

Upon one


of the fallen boulders of this remotest valley in the forest stands a cross. It is very clumsily made out of

two rough pieces of wood


in places the bark is



ing to it. Silently it stands there in the barren waste; it is like the first message concerning the Redeemer of the world,


in olden times the holy


of the forest and set


in the

made from the German wilderness.


meaning of this cross. From time immemorial it has stood upon the rock, and no man can say who placed it there. According to the legend it was never
I have often asked the

placed there. Every thousand years a little bird flew into the forest, bringing a seed of grain from unknown lands. Previously it was not known what had become of the seeds, whether they had been lost, or whether the poisonous plant with the blueberries, or the thorn-bush with the white
rose, or


But when

or good, had sprung from them. the bird appeared last it laid the seed upon the
else, evil

rock in the Felsenthal, and from it sprang the cross. Sometimes one goes there to pray before it the prayer has often brought a blessing at once, but often, too, a misfortune has followed. So it is uncertain whether the cross is for weal or woe. The Einspanig is the most frequently seen in the

Felsenthal, and here he performs his devotions before the symbol but it is also uncertain whether the Einspanig is

good or evil. After many days of wandering I returned once more to my house in the Winkel, much puzzled in my mind about the I learned a cross in the Felsenthal and the Einspanig. little concerning the latter on reaching home.
natured, quite irritable today.

housekeeper, usually so goodIt appears that seeing the the woman, who happened to look out Einspanig passing, at that moment, thought to herself, Oh, how I should like to gossip a little with this queer man, and find out something about him." And as he accidentally turned his face toward the door, she cordially in\dted him to enter and rest a little on her bench. On his accepting her invitation.
to find
' '

was surprised




him bread and milk, and in her own " Good man of peculiar way asked, God, where do you " come from? " Down from the Felsenthal," was the answer. "You foolish fellow!" cried the woman, "you don't
she hastily brought


that horrible place! Up there in the Felsenthal the is fastened in with boards."

replied quietly: "Nowhere is the world fastened in with boards. The mountains stretch far,

The Einspanig then

far back beyond the Hochzahn, then comes the hilly country, then the plains, then the water which extends many thou-


sand miles, then land again with mountain and valleys and little hills, and again water, and again land and water " and land and land " Mein Goit, Interrupting him here, the woman cried, how much farther then! "

"As far as home, into our country, into our forest, into the Winkel, into the Felsenthal. Worthy woman, if God should give you wings and you should fly away toward the
setting sun and on and always on, following your nose and the sun, then one day you would come flying from where the sun rises toward your peaceful home."

" cried the " woman, Oh, you humbug! go tell your tales to some one else I am the Winkel-warden's wife. I'll give you the milk and with it the honest opinion of old people: Somewhere there is a place where the world is fastened in with boards. That is the old faith, and in that "

and die." honor to your old faith!" replied the "Women, " but I have already traveled the road toward Einspanig, the setting sun and back here from the rising sun." These words seemed to have thoroughly embittered her. " she " the devil has set " screamed, 0, you prevaricator! his mark upon you." And then shaking his head the man walked away. The good M'oman must have found it hard waiting for
faith I will live


to give further vent to her feelings.




the house she called to


me over

the fence:


By my

What kind of people there are upon God's dear earth, to Now they do not even believe that there is an end be sure to this world! But I say: Our Lord God has made it all right, and I'll stick to my old faith, and the world is fastened in with boards " Of course, of course," I assented, as I climbed over " the board fence. " Quite right fastened in with boards

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will cling to the old faith.

the Alas, that the forest also should have its enemies as it stretches over hill and vale silent, unending forest,

lying there, boundless, green and dark, dimly blue in the sunny horizon.

and farther


a beautiful rustling, murmuring, echoing, living rampart, protecting all within it from the wild discord without! But the peace of the woods is dead. In the forest the wind roars, striking off the lustily waving arm of many a young pine, breaking the neck of many a daring giant. And in the depths, rushing and like a gathering storm foaming in white frothy flakes is the AVildbach, which washes, digs, and gnaws the earth away from the roots, ever deeper and deeper, until at last the mighty tree is almost standing in the air, only sup-


porting itself above by resting its strong arms upon its neighbors, and finally plunging into the grave, which the that water water has maliciously been dig^ng for it which the tree has fed with its falling dew, protected with its thick branches from the thirst of the wind and guarded


shade from the consuming kiss of the sun. And the woodpecker pecks the bark in the airy tree-top, while the sharp-toothed wheel of time revolves constantly, and the

the spring as blossoms, in the autumn as withered needles and leaves. There is an eternal ending and in the ending are always

— in


germs of beginning.

XVI— 16



Then man comes for the first time with his rage for The blows and strokes resound, the saw buzzes, the ax is heard striking the iron wedge in the dark if yon look from above over the silent sea of trees, valley do not dream which one is doomed. you But the ax and the wedge pierce deeper and deeper then


the tree, a century old, shakes its lofty head, not in the least comprehending what the insignificant men below there
it cannot understand and Then comes the thrust through again shakes its head. its heart; there is a cracking, a snapping, and now the giant totters and bends; whizzing and whistling in an immense circle, it falls with a wild crash to the earth. There is an empty space in the air, the forest has a gap. hundred spring-times have borne the tree up with their


— the droll tiny creatures;


and gentleness; now it is dead, and the world exists and continues without it the living tree. Silent stand the two or three men, supporting themselves upon the handles of their axes, and gaze upon their victim. They do not mourn, they do not exult, a cniel indifference rests upon their rough, sunburnt features their very faces and hands resemble the fir bark. Filling their pipes, they They chop the sharpen the axes and return to work. branches from the fallen tnmk, they shave off the bark with a broad knife, cutting it perhaps into cord-lengths, and now the proud tree lies there transformed into bare



The wood-cutter has no thought for the beauty of the To him the forest is nothing more than a hostile something from which he must wrest bread and
existence with the gleaming ax.



And what a long day's from early moniing until twilight, with but a hour's rest at noon! While the wood-devil is his o^vn

master, the wood-cutter is the slave of others. As for his food, the wood-cutter is a being who nourishes himself from plants, unless he be a good poacher, who is shrewd enough
to avoid

being captured.



luxuriates in imagi-



nation and likes to name his flour-dumplings after the animals of the forest. So for breakfast, dinner, and suphe always eats venison, foxes, sparrows, or whatever per he christens his meal-cakes. One Friday a young man


keep Fast

Day — he

to a



Ah, thought I, he does not certainly one of the Evangelicals

Alps after the peasant wars. But the Venison " proved to be harmless little meal-cakes. that is Eighteen groschen wages for a day's work indeed prosperity; from it many a woodsman has bought himself a little house and goat, and supported a wife and troop of children. He has, at least, his own hearth and in addition to the meal-cakes, a rich soup of goat's milk.
left in the

who was

However, the expenses of the forest cabin are not very great. Fortunately not much is required of the good
fathers of families,



live as

If lucky he be, For the children some bread, Tobacco for me,"



the song of the forest householder. But others, and indeed most of them,


their earn-

ings in brandy, thus forfeiting the few comforts which

demand. Such spendthrifts live the dozen in a single hut, cooking their dinner together by at a common hearth which is in the middle of the cabin. Along the walls are spread the straw beds.
their unambitious natures

Furthermore, in each woodman's hut, in some comer or under some board, rifles are always concealed. The working-day garb of the wood-cutter has no striking
characteristics; it consists of a combination of tattered fustian, dull-colored knitted wool, and a homy leather hide, everything more or less sticky with resin and almost
entirely hiding the

form beneath.

But the badge



The high, yellowish-green hat with the tuft of feathers. feather tuft is most important, for that is the mark of some poaching adventure, some love affair, or savage brawl.



Occasionally these people go to the more distant places and this is a necessity to them, to celebrate the Kinness as here there are no Sundays, indeed the very heart of

is missing. the church itself Sunday At these feasts the rough woods-people wear dress-coats and tall hats one would hardly believe it. But the coat


of course fustian, edged with green


miniature trees, cut

out of the same green material, decorate the sleeves and back above the coat-tails; large brass buttons glisten in the

and a high standing collar reaches to the head, covered by the tall hat, broad brimmed and with This is made from rough felt, with a wide flaring crown. green band and shining brass buckle. For the most part they are good-hearted people but, if Their irritated, they can become savage past all belief. Kindeyes, although deep-set, are bright and sparkling. ness is clearly read there as well as quickness of temper. But they are pious, suspiciously pious. Each one has



his flask of holy

water and

tells his

Bless all poor souls in purgatoiy, thesis, find the money and goods now uselessly

beads, with the parenand help us to

buried in the each has seen at least one ghost in his life. ground." And According to my observation a bloody fight is quite an ordinary occurrence with these people, and homicide no rarity. On the other hand, thefts are never committed. The wood-cutter is born under the tree his father places, one might almost say, the ax-handle in his hand before the spoon, and instead of the nursing-bottle the little one reaches for the tobacco-pouch. He who is unable to buy tobacco makes it for himself from beech leaves. Amiability is not a native trait of these people. They scarcely know peaceful joy; they strive for noisy pleasure. They are not even sensitive to pain. If one of them drives the sharp ax into his leg he merely says it tickles him a



in a

few days

loses a finger,

it is

healed again. And if a man a misfortune only because of the inconall is

venience in lighting his pipe.

old setter of broken bones


and an extractor of teeth

entire medical faculty, while pine-resin and pitchoil are the only drugs used in this shady forest-world.

form the

When these people


go away homesickness is their greatest The homeless ones homesick? Their real trouble longing for the forest hills where they have passed a

portion of their lives. " Black [In the story of Mathes," which Rosegger inserts here, we have a very successful protrayal of another But as Mathes, the type of his hardy mountaineers. hero of the sketch, is scarcely connected with the larger theme of The Forest Schoolmaster, except as being the
father of Lazarus, the sketch has been omitted. It may suffice to say that Mathes, though guilty of bloodshed, is
so only by reason of his passionate, fiery temper, lashed into fury by the heartless taunts and unfeeling jibes of his fello'v^Tnen. At bottom his soul is guileless and void of offence. Unfortunately, however, his son, Lazarus, is
the inheritor of his frailties

and lack of

self control.]


thus I

have been in

The Feast of the Virgin Mary, 1814. have wandered about the Winkel forests. the Hinter Winkel and in the ravines of the

Miesenbach, in the forests of the Kar, in the Lautergraben, and in the Wolfsgrube, in the Felsenthal and on the pastures of the Ahn, and yonder in the glen where lies the beautiful lake. I have introduced myself to the old and made myself known to the young. It costs trouble and there are misunderstandings. With a few exceptions, the best of these people are not so good or the worst so bad
as I formerly believed. The wood-cutters from the Lautergraben are approaching nearer and nearer the Winkel, and already through the
silent forest I

have heard the crashing of

many a


summit of the Lauter, a pale reddish plain Upon spreading from day to day and, in the morning sunlight,



in a friendly

way through

the dark green of

the forest.



In the ravines of the Winkel, stone-breakers and ditchers are working; a wagon road is to be built for the transportation of coal and wood.
I like to go about witli the workmen, watching them and talking with them, desirous of learning something of



But occasionally the people are a


distrustful of

me and approach me with prejudice. I often carry a little volume of Goethe mth me, and seat myself in some attractive nook to read. Many a time I have been secretly watched while so occupied. And then the report circulates through the forest that I am a wizard and have a book containing magic signs. I have wondered if this peculiar reputation may not at first have given me some advantage in

The children would surely be carrjdng out my plans. allowed by their parents to learn to read, if I told them that by first understanding the magic signs one could exorI cise de\ils, dig for treasure, and control the weather. think that the grown people themselves and even the graybeards would drop their tools and come to school to me.
But that would be dishonorable and I should only produce The chief the opposite result from that which I desire. not that the people learn to read and write, but thing is, that they may be freed from harmful prejudices and have pure hearts. Of course I might later substitute books of '* Here are the true magic signs;" but morals and say those whom I had deceived would have no further confidence in me, and the evil would be greater rather than less. We will not sneak through a roundabout way; we will

straight path through the midst of the old trees. I have read songs to the people to the girls Heidenroslein, and have taught Christel to the boys. They

hew a


few times


learn the verses quickly, and they are already
in the forest.

much sung

The clouds are disthe autumn has come. with the morning mists, leaving the sky bright and persed clear. The brilliant foliage of the maples stands out in

And now



relief against the dark brown of the pine-forest, while in the valley, the meadows have become green anew or glisten with the silvery hoar-frost. In these woods the autmnn

more brilliant and almost lovelier than the spring. In the spring there is a capricious brightness and splendor, song and exultation everywhere. The autumn, on the con-

No longer mindful trary, is like a quiet, solemn Sabbath. of the earth, Nature is expectantly listening to heaven, and the breath of God stirs harmonious melodies upon the
golden strings of mellow sunshine. The sky has become so trustworthy that it more than fulfils through the day that which it promises in the mornOne gazes into its still, ing with its sad and misty eyes.
blue depths. Yonder beside the forest fire sits the shepherd-boy. He is taking some little round things from a bag and shoving them into the fire.

Tell me, boy,
' '


where did you get those potatoes? " he replies, "The potatoes, I I found

and another time do not find them, but go to the Winkel-warden's wife when you are hungry; she will give you some." '' Those which are given don't taste good," is the answer; *^ those that are found are better, the salt is already on them." Yonder stands a bush, w^hich has been decorated in the night with a chain of dew-pearls; today the dew is congealed and is destroying the very heart of the plant. On such a late autumn day I saw at one time an old woman sitting in the woods. This woman once had a child. He went out to the world, to torrid Brazil, seeking for gold. The horizon is so perfectly clear, that the mother is able to ga5;e into the distant past, where the beloved boy is standShe looks at him, smiles at him, and falls asleep. ing. The next morning she is still sitting upon the stone, and now she has a white mantle about her. The snow has
to you,

May God




come, autumn is over. And a ship is bearing a letter cross the sea bound for the hot zones of South America. It carries news to a sun^burnt man from his distant home ** Mother died in the woods." A tiny tear laboriously winds its way from under his lashes, the sun quickly dries Gold Gold it, and afterward as before the watchword is




might come back to tlie old motherland, *' The son crushed in gold." its message would be What am I dreaming here ? It is the way of the world, and is no concern of mine. I long for peace in the midst of the quiet autumn of this forest. Up there in the top of the beech-tree, a weary leaf separates from the stem, falls from branch to branch and
If a single letter

dangles by an infinitesimally tender, shining spider's web, down to me upon the cool, shady earth. The people far away with whom I once lived, what may they be doing?

That wonderful maiden is always blooming always even in the autumn; and in Saxonland the dry leaves are wafted over the graves. I Loneliness cannot banish the sorrow of loneliness. must look for something to distract and elevate me that I may not become one-sided in my surroundings. I have conunenced the study of botany; I have read from books how the erica grows, and the heath-rose, and other flowers; and I have watched tlie same plants hours and hours at a time. And I have found no connection between the dead leaf in the book and the living one in the woods. The book says of the gentian: " This plant belongs to the fifth class, among those of the first order, is found in the Alps, has a blue flower, and serves as medicine." It speaks
of a

number of anthers, pistils, embr^^os, etc. And that is the family and baptismal certificate of the poor gentian. Oh, if such a plant could read, it would congeal on the spot! Such descriptions are, indeed, more chilling than the hoar-

frost of autumn.

The flower lives and forest people know better. But the gentian loves and speaks a wonderful language.


and rings to the — last gasp of the dying fountain. stones. if I but only understood myself! Scarcely at rest. such as is eaten everywhere in this forest-land. The windows from which Aga used to peep at the lad are fastened with bars lected . through underbrush. The gay young pair have already departed. and the icicle on the end of the gutter grows do^vnward toward the earth. After some hours I arrived at the Miesenbach hut. Ah. Yonder upon the blue forest's edge. tickles the . as far as the eye of man can world. That is a meal which. The summer with its life and acti\dty is over. hoping for. peak is called the Graue With us down here in the Winkel. There is no path thither. and tangled mosses. the spring in front is neg- and has become nearly dry. They are no better than the foresters. and know scarcely more yet they are striving after. and up there one stands in the bright circle of the vn.and oat-flour. and it is more afraid of his passionately glowing breath than of the deathly cold kiss of the first snow. So I am one who does not understand and is not understood. I seated myself upon the top of a watering-trough and It consisted of a piece of ate my breakfast. The bell of a meadow-saifron swings near it. after the fever of the world and enjoying the peace of the woods. I already long again to cast one glance into the distance. there is altogether much shadow. and seeking . thickets. God ! ON Jacob's ladder One Zahn. the hut stands in autumnal loneliness. Thee. I would I might stand and look far out into the land over at other men. Without aim or plan I am w^hirling in the monstrous. literally. too beautiful autumn morning whose loftiest I felt inclined to climb the high mountain. one must go straight on. bread made of rye. living wheel of nature.THE FOREST SCHOOLMASTER 249 trembles with foreboding when man approaches.

from whose bed project stones. and visible. washed smooth by the waves. " But there are also " Give us this day our daily bread! times in this region when the Lord is sparing even with the oat-bread then dried straw and moss come under the God bless to me the piece of bread and the millstone. around the walls of rock and the higher. of water with it! Prepared with God's blessing. stretcliing in broad. and yonder. Of the once beautiful red sea of Alpine I climb roses. gentle slopes and hollows. softly gleaming like ivory. First I cross the Kar. looking timidly about as if they had lost ing their way up here on the rocky waste and longed to return whence they came. I then stride along a ridge which extends toward the main mountain range. ye sip city chefs. soaring far above the highest peak of the mountains. along the edge to the glaciers. held my climbing-irons. snow-white flowers are also swaylichens. very coarse-grained and full of bits of bran. black lake. to and fro. the east the ground descends to the waving depths of the dusky forest. There I have before me the blinding fields of the glaciers. here it is all we ask for when we pray. above the gleaming glaciers. of which the shining roof alone is Toward the awful abyss. tower-battlements of rock. And the undulating meadows Here and there is the of the Aim lie deep as in a gulf. wending my way peak of the Kleinzahn. That is my goal. rises many a dark-gray. Between the stones stand tufts of pale feather-grass and Some tender. everything becomes palatable. be to our taste. sharptoothed cone. or in creviced multiform preci- Between.250 THE GERMAN CLASSICS palate. the Graue Zahn. . gray dot of an Aim hut. the sharp briers of the bush alone remain. beneath whose shadow is the dim. In the where wheat grows. pices of ice reaching from height to height. I then begin to climb farther. such food would not country outside. smooth. strapped my knapsack tighter. On the northern side yawns . I walked a few hours over the diilicult and dangerous Here I bound on my path. in the airy distance.

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the jutting rock.THE FOREST SCHOOLMASTER stick 251 itance more firmly in my hand. a good angel w^ould have to lend me ! some? Should I not perhaps wish his wings that I might fly across the snowy heights and sunny peaks and ridges. perpendicular slabs of slate. If I were a being that might spin itself by the threads of sunlight up to the Kingdom of God. however. but ground in a fight. where . and finally up the last steep precipice to the summit of the Zahn. on through all time. To be happy in heaven. may have climbed the Zahn or any how many people he has knocked to the helped me the wild ice crevasses. protects me. on into the distance yonder. if you had understood it! " Now I stand on the summit. my limbs. It has done it faithfully. How strange are earthly joys and sorrows But if I came back. this! yet it how stick. The friendly warmth of the sun touches The quiet and the nearness to heaven bring I ponder how eternal rest would be. and to fear nothing. to \\ish for nothing. Friend. I should long to be down here again. The alpenstock is It is covered with an inherinnumeroften able little notches. Above me a sharp breeze may be stirring. — I do not feel it. I Under a jutting stone I seat myself upon the weatherbeaten ground and look about me. My possessions here would easily go into a nutshell. you would have climbed high ^vith it. to long for nothing. from Black Mathes. peace to my soul. But I think were I once up there. I do not hear it. always con- tented and ^\"ithout pain. its how former possessor other mountain. Would it not after all be a to take little weari- a leave of absence to look down here at the world once more? sometimes. to live always in joy. on over A gruesome stick. the highest peak of the Zahn. white snow-slopes. which do not show. to hope for nothing. broken spires of immovable. this is a good ' ' has up over the smooth. And gladly from tliis high mountain would I have called out into the other world to Mathes. Near by are the fine.

when it stands empty and deserted! Suddenly I hear groaning from within. only once reach the wide sea! When the sun changed. Wliile passing the hut. Perhaps I might see the gable of the house. so that a deep shadow appeared upon my stony resting-place. I arose and climbed to the I took in the whole picture of the very highest point. Prom under straining my ears to listen. I stand and gaze. at once become as light as a feather and would run away. and when at eyes. an amusing incident occurred. wliich was most comforting to my overstrained hand. tremendous crown of Alpine peaks. I would willingly turn about and enter heaven again. mine eye. and.omelike an inhabited human dwelling looks to the wanderer. finally reaching the soft. but my reason forbids. And then I descended by the precipices. As I came to the Miesenbach hut before which I sat in the morning. yielding meadows. the crevasses of the glaciers and the snow-fields. the mold which they know the firm ground well enough. the my gold of the setting sun was illuminating the heights. I crossed the long ridge. Couldst thou. . the city. And if I saw the gleam of that window. Twilight was settling over the valleys. For a while I covered them with last I was able to look once more. roof ])roceed a pounding and one corner of the jutting From out snorting. already very tired.252 THE GERMAN CLASSICS the edge of the mountain chain cuts through the airyheavens and upon that last white peak I would rest and look over into the expanse of plain and to the towers of . and yonder. call the fruitful earth. My feet. or even the gleam of the window where she is standing. I thought how friendly and h. where the wooded hills were before me once more. and I then behold a strange spectacle. but how forbidding and dreary the same place appears. Is it then really true that one can behold the sea from this peak? My eyes are not clear. in the south. I the gray of the earth blends mth the gray of the sky.

because there is to be a wedding! already quite indignant. wriggling mass. ''And why must you be present? " At first he refuses to answer. brcv^Ti." I say. — nice sort of a person to go AVcll. As I pass the hut. and from within I hear the noise of the knees and feet. we must try to help you." I say. how lucky that some one has come at last! Couldn't you help me a it needs only a jerk. a living." " " he Stupid! replies. He is soon standing on the ground. I try to get out fast like the devil. I must ask you a Yes.* and from within place a few blocks of wood against it. then of course. down to the Winkelegg forest. Lord. close the door and leave everything open. and climbing a little way up the wall I begin pulling at the lad. " I " What do say. of the master wood-cutter from the Lautergraben and on across the Aim. 253 wooden wall. until at last we have the second hand out then it is easier. where he looks for his pointed hat which has rolled away. but finally bursts out " " By Jessas and Anna. . he cries loudly: Holy cross.THE FOREST SCHOOLMASTER the rough. my friend. "'just as if an honest Christian I am the son couldn't got caught if the hole is too small. two shoulders and one hand. I see that the door stands -svide open. but 'tis a bad thing There is nothing in there. this smoke-window. But ** I do not yet trust the and look at him awhile as he dangles." ** '' but first. because I'm needed there! " Oh. little? Curse this window. " Perceiving me." and as through afterward climb upon the bench. you want in Holdenschlag? " he " growls. the snow will fly ' my way — * The shepherdess must have been in a she must be a hurry when she moved down to the valley in all winter long. I enter. "he mutters.' I said to leave an open door in an empty house. stretches — . — few questions. I stick lad. I must be in Holdenschlag early tomorrow. project a man's head and breast.

sure enough! In the twilight we went down together toward the forest. which are already dimmed like an old window-pane that for many years has been exposed to the smoke of the charcoalburner's hut. you kelegg " Holdenschiag at the wedding? Are you the groomsman? "And will I asked." The young man then politely invited me to his wedding. is who . " The groomsman? no. A young woman is standing by the hearth. this is the way of it. " Winbe in. people. it couldn't be could. then. in the darkest corner. that was a trap. his body bared to the waist. Behind the broad tile-stove. the strange ceiling.254 THE GERMAN CLASSICS his stiffened limbs. shoes. I see a rough. intruder. because much as if I were the bridegroom. while with unsteady fingers she is drawing the strings through a new pair of At the same time she continually wipes her eyes." " Without me? " he said at " last. and with flushed face looks up once more at the little smoke-window. I am not that. tomorrow. " The devil take you. My companion informs me that she is his betrothed. it looks very performed without me. exclaiming. washing and scrubbing himself over a massive wooden basin with such force that be snorts like a beast of burden. I don't think it For you see. because. laying larchbranches crosswise on the fire. He guided me faithfully as we walked down through the dark forest to the narrow valley of the Winkelegg. his betrothed. with her large green eyes. no. manly figure." *' Perhaps then the ceremony could have been perfonned without you. sits a little woman. Beyond. The wood-cutter's son from the Lautergraben urged me to accompany him into the hut which stands under the — spreading pine. which reaches to the sooty She glares at me. My companion tells me that this called is the mother of everywhere by the Russkathel (Soot-Kate).

that I should plant the christening" Miltterchen? money. The old woman. having once found answers Paul mischievously. At this. and in three months it may indeed be ripe." . my mother never foujid the spreading pine-tree again. rocking the cradle you'll not need to strain your eyes. take careful note of the hour as well as of the tree. then the groschen will grow. in three days it wdll bloom. and I planted a counterfeit groschen. saying. my daughter." says she. " You her tongue. Miltterchen. but they were not all successful. Our ancestors did it. and my mother did it for me and why should such an old crooked creature as I be in the world. Miltterchen! " the brother of '' — Yes. Under a branching pine-tree you must That is the bury a groschen on your wedding-night. such work is much too fine for your weak eyes. ." The lad turns to his mother-in-law: " Give me the shoe. On that account. my grandmother laced my mother's shoes. if I couldn't lace my Aimamirl's shoes? " " Perhaps you'll soon have other work. It was this way: ** Do you mean my grandmother missed the time. Paul. and you shall see. listen. Annamirl shakes her finger " at him. '' Yes. I believe she was seeking the christening-money. him Euss-Bartelmei. money-seed. It wdll come out all ' ' right. " good-for-nothing! And my wood-cutter's son draws the lacing through the shoes of his betrothed. begins to prattle: '*And don't forget. Anna" mirl. that's true. you must try it also. you are leaving out half of the eyelets. and you will have money enough all your days." mumbles the old woman goodnaturedly from her toothless mouth.THE FOREST SCHOOLMASTEE " That is 255 my betrothed. that's it." Annamirl opens an old chest and begins to rummage among the clothes and other contents. "but." explains the he is the charcoal-burner here and they call young man. Paul.

These are spied by Russkathel. and gers then adds: . That's the pitch-oil's message. glistening jug of pitch-oil. They bring wedding-presents with them. the ant-grubbers." The new one. little. says. Yes. and a charcoal-burner's wife comes staggering in. already in gala dress and full of eager expectation. mth incense children bring wild fruit in little baskets of fir-bark. when the dawn is glowing through the white smoke. who is going to his sister's wedding on the morrow. two fat stuffed capons come to light. you must apply at once the oil of patience. the people come from all parts of the forest. The charcoal-burner washes and rubs changes the water He many times. should the occasion offer itself and the children prove to be intelligent. quite embarrassed." he announces." who might sometime be of use. taking a long breath." Root-digcome with seeds and bunches of fragrant herbs. and the bride hospitably sets a dish of eggs before me.256 THE GERMAN CLASSICS himself. I am invited to spend the night in the hut. is . he dresses. still others unpack meal.and lard-buckets. wood-cutters come bearing house- Schwamelfuchs. a veritable family kettle. rough little man. and " What is the message of the pitch-oil? If in life you have trouble to bear. and she ** Do you know. large enough to feed a dozen mouths. Others bring wooden spoons for it. Annamirl. and the other is beginning to show a . The next day. although in places it is still somewhat dingy but it is RussBartelmei all the same. however. As with awkward words of thanks she opens it. has grown very red. They are dressed and decked out as I have never seen them before. because I am the ** learned man. I've got rid of one skin now. then Russ-Bartelmei But finally stops and dries himself. *' For the health of the bridal couple. is creeping along the walls. sits down on the door" sill. an old hunchbacked. and hands the bride a carefully wrapped package. who. but it is always as black as ink. folks. The pitch-maker comes with a black. it turns only gray. and. where whispers to her daughter: hold utensils. dragging a huge earthenware bowl.

I say. turning the heavy. is silent for a moment. mother. XVI— 17 depart. or the cats would eat them. and. these with their claws. smoking brandy upon the ground." . yes. A single old man remains behind . and for that reason. as if they were already on the spit. she finally remarks: ** I think. that they too may have their share of the feast. it should be buried in the cool earth. they would spoil in the earth. she pours the sparkling. and then what a row we shall ! have ' ' ! in at the door. which the people now devour with good appetites and gay conversation. The " You old woman giggles and grumbles. the sun is already shining During the night a meal has been cooked. Later a beautiful woman will come in a golden wagon. Perhaps this is the most valuable wedding-gift. Scenting it.THE FOREST SCHOOLMASTER 257 the best wedding-gift should be put? Ah. you now both your kittens will be tipsy. and the woman. afterward joining the children who are present. But here Annamirl interferes: " May God bless you a thousand times. fool." At last even the elegant brandy-distiller arrives with his huge earthen jug. giving them some of the food in By the time all their wooden dishes. to the last drop. Russ-Bartelmei. which immediately spreads an odor of spirits ries Annamirl curious to see throughout the house." So the tale of Freya is still told in . so ^\dth it I vnW carry out the old custom. and stuffed fowls around and around in her neatly picked hands. the German forest. let us eat them ourselves. I also take part in it. how such a jug is made and corked up. we could never repay you for it. Then we all Vol. drawn by two will dig out the wedding-gift little kittens . are assembled. Quickly drawing the stopper. A\dll drive three times around the hut if you do this no sorrow can come to your holy wedlock. hur- forward at once. Brandy-Hannes that is altogether too much. taking it in her snow-white hand.

A number of men in the wedding-procession have even rifles with them. considering that they are thus adding greatly to the festivities and brought splendor. A and. fairly old-fashioned games are tried as we march. although . catches its tact upon the other end. the bridesmaid is called until Aga. while with a grin he gazes after us until we have disappeared in the shady defile. and all have eaten. tidying to take the bride away from us but the groomsman is on his guard.258 THE GERMAN CLASSICS with the charcoal-burners. but the people German. is singing and shouting. where he w^ould have to pay for the drinks. young man is edging around the procession. . resting upon his iron hook and smoking a shortstemmed pipe. and a huge drum which the drummer pounds mth true festive fury. T-hen only the silent. according to the old custom. tricks are played. In the church wine is drunk and the priest gives a very edifying talk upon the sacrament of marriage and its divine purpose. in reality watcliing his purse more closely than his bride. the robber would drag him to some distant tavern. Five men come to meet us w^ith trumpets. so that the seed The groomsman is well is sown again for a new wedding. not Then after the ceremony does he join his wife. shooting into the inside. and what an excitement and roar of laughter there is when. known to me. his name is Berthokl. the groomsman walks with the bridesmaid. and it is already There noon when we reach the church at Holdenschlag. from the woods do not fully understand Ids high Not until we are in the tavern. fifes. He stands a long time before the door. The good old man speaks most beautifully. friendly morning sun still rests upon the pine-trees. the drum-stick breaks through the much martyred skin and. The bridegroom accompanies the first bridesmaid. but today they do not shoot at the creatures of the forest. for should he lose the former. Many a gay song is sung. until the summer day trembles. suddenly. they fire into the air.

From light of sun and moon. their descendants enter the marriage state. upon the green wreath of the bride. to see if I. may it be in the parish ' church by the Winkel bridge I drink to your health This is my bridal toast. To bridegroom and to bride today." merry-making and shouting now follows. it seems to all me that the noise and clamor must burst through quiet evening. bearded Riipel. our forest-bard.and box-tree down. and from below. honor bound and love. may this sweet wine — bring health. So pair! I arise and say ' ' : Joy and blessing to the bridal And when. Cut down the box-tree. 259 is the real sermon for the people Then old. Sweetheart. four walls. to " make thee Out of the box-tree Bedstead. as sure as youtliful hearts that onward go. the whole of Winkel brook today. the as wine has caught its fire. the white and red us in together flow. things grow quieter and the people turn their eyes toward me. I pray. so with may our Master be. have no toast for the bride. Each one now raises his glass and extemporaneously dea What Finally old wedding-speech or bridal-poom." As things are now going. raises his wine-glass and begins to speak: ** To God be praise! As at the feast in Galilee. delivered. between the earth and sky^ grow our souls and bodies from on high. ' ! ! . to change the water into wine. the finest in all the town. the whole of Winkel brook for aye! The wine is clear and pure. Cut both the pear. out into the Gradually. after five-and-twenty years.THE FOREST SCHOOLMASTER drunk. Russ-Kath staggers to her feet and with an incredibly clear livers his voice sings: Cut down the pear-tree. however. the teacher. and played pranks. and the fifes and fiddles resound as the wane is poured.

but Berthold remains standing where he is. " join us in the old-fashioned w^edding-game. He now goes into the next room. but he would be right within ten years if he should straightway say twenty. that you Now. and then come again!" is the priest's advice. the Aim -maiden. if need be. in God's name! the lad knows no such word. and singing of the wedding-guests. earn a house and land for yourself. my son. servants. dancing. he is unable to explain and make clear why he wishes to be united. wearing on his cheek a veritable Alpine glow. How old are you? " At this question the lad blushes more deeply than ever. And he and land. Then for a long time there is a search for the groomsman. — . The temptation will leave Who — ! you at last. Cariying the wood for the Cradle. so that the priest w^ould answer: *'Ah. It is so unpardonably stupid not to know one's age. lengthen thy evening prayer three times or seven times. who is nowhere to be found.260 THE GERMAN CLASSICS Thereupon follow a murmuring and whispering." The next morning we escort the bridal couple from their room. Many? A a house penniless fellow! ! What for then! Have you is need a wife? not to be thought of. then marry. while with both hands he was crushing the brim of his hat The priest at Holdenschlag he must be a clever man walks with dignified steps up and dowTi the room and with a fatherly voice repeats the words: '' Control thyself. forever united. children. then A beggar to many? such a folly does not know it. me of the oldest of the All night the inn at Holdenschlag resounds with the music. We wish him to moment standing — would have thought that the excited lad was at that in a room in the priest's house. and one company approaches and politely asks the meaning of my speech. with Aga. ** Wait until you are thirty. and pray. feeling as though he must say somesome weighty word which would overthrow thing more all objections. that " But is quite another thing.

depart Andreas Erdmann joins the old. man and wife. while along its banks were carefully tended green meadows and a wagon road led to the adjoining country. he is another being. unusual weapons. no com was scattered for the bird. where he is taking his breakfast. and some one had declared the whole thing to be a foolish superstition. Indeed. and thus the region became deserted. With mad passion he threw himself into the wanton merrymaking of the second wedding day. the Jacob's Ladder of his love's happiness. tails. In the same olden time. pick up the corn which had been strewn for it upon a stone. which a short time before he climbed with such joyous confidence. and we all return to the forests of the Winkel. Not far from the place. a snow-white raven would fly dowTi each year from the wastes of the Alps. Many centuries ago. and fly away again. In the afternoon. caps and horses' and These bands plundered and carried off the inhabitants by the hundreds. But having reached the green earth. boy and maiden. . the lad finally turns sadly toward the door and descends the steps. Once. in couples . where it was still the custom to drink mead to Wotaut and to sacrifice animals whenever the full moonbeams shimmered through the leaves of the linden. Then.THE FOREST SCHOOLMASTER As 261 the priest does not return from the neighboring room. wearing blood-red carrying riding strange beasts. But the winter was scarcely over when from the East savage hordes came streaming hither. a people dwelt in this region and hunting. the opinion is advanced that it was no church. where the master woodcutter 's house now stands the remains of a wall show the spot upon which it is supposed a church once stood. with ugly brown faces. but the temple of an idol. the white raven was seen no more. according to tradition. however.— they invaded even the Winkel woods. bearded Riipel 1815. who supported themselves by farming They had shown much forethought in dam- ming up the Winkel. because the year had been a hard one.

And when the Wiiikol foresters bury one of their comrades over in Holdenschlag. the water destroyed the dams and roads and covered the fields with pebbles and stones. Notwithstanding. remains of other races have been stranded into these forests. I rather think that. At the sacred hour of twelve they hear the Wild Hunt. he said : . larchwoods sprang up in the meadow^s. so after many years in the storms of time. high forests. Everywhere still linger the old Germanic superstitions and customs. And thus the dark. as the old inhabitants were carried away by a surging flood over the Alps in savage ages. a year ago at " Neither God nor the charcoal-burner's wedding. but above them all is heard the story of the Cross. the old German legends of the wood-gods live on in these people. that this is not their native soil. or decorate their crosses and HausAltdre with the same. they scatter meal to the wdnd to even as the ancients sacriappease threatening storms ficed to the gods. in order to secure fniitfulness for the coming year. However. came into existence. even as the ancients heard with terror the thundering of Father Wotan. now centuries old. when a flood is impending. In the autumn they leave the last wild fruit upon the trees. Indeed. but only the few are able to give it a name. one can tell bv obser- ving the present inhabitants. However. that root-digger was right when. they empty the cup of mead to his memory. they call to mind the beautiful woman who presides at the wedding-feasts. they have been impelled to take root and to prepare a safe and orderly dwelling-place for here their descendants. They throw bread into the water. To a certain extent the Winkel foresters appreciate what is needed here. It is not certain whether the present race of foresters are descendants of those ancient people. with her two kittens harnessed to a golden wagon. The fruit-trees grew wild again. Instead of Freya of the — olden time.262 THE GERMAN CLASSICS Then the houses and the temple fell into ruins. But the larches were afterward supplanted by firs and pines.

The foresters of the Winkel are to have a church. 263 We are left to sorrow and dog's good enough for us. I have been obliged to urge and press the matter. " ** says one. while in handsome cases hundreds of books for the mind and heart are displayed. The foresters stand and watch the strange workmen. I have presented plans which I think are suitable for such a forest church. where neither deep ravine slides nor torrents interfered. where from every window church bells are heard. there. Herr von Schrankenheim dwells in his palace in the city. where clay is found. imagines what a pulpit and a sound of bells would mean in the distant forest ? But at last the proprietor of these lands has comprehended. Yonder. My plans have been accepted. a brick-kiln has been constructed and at the Breitwand a stone-quarry opened." '' I wonder what saint they " up for us! . God's temple must form the foundation.THE FOREST SCHOOLMASTER priest troubles himself about us. harmonious height. Since the wedding I have become a year younger. straight up from the path which leads across the AVinkel. Who. we are only Winkel people! " But that root-digger may yet live to see my toast fulfilled. do they? " 'twould be more sensible to divide the the the devil. If a nation desires to rise from its barbarism to a perfect. is a piece of high. That is the right place for God's house. the Miesenbach valley and the banks of the Kar. Already roads are being cut through and building materials brought here. They want to build us a church. and is equally distant from the Lautergriiben. money among The Lord should build Himself a house if He is unwilling to remain under the open sky or dwell in the will set Winkel forest. They have their own thoughts about it all. Therefore I will begin with the church in the Winkel woods. and today the men are here to examine the site. near the house of the Winkel-w^arden. In the Bins valley. It lies between the Upper and Lower Winkel. life is A poor. rocky ground.

*' you would place that " the altar! wanton pay for the am upon "You're right. Mag(Uden! ** You wretch. Vierzehn Nothelfer. we may as well have something fine. The hunters would never endure him. I tliink. as there no one in the whole Winkel forest who can play the organ. but you mustn't forget the poor cattle! The holy Erhart (patron "saint of cattle) would be the one for us in the Winkel. we nmst set a good example. half in jest. " "WTiat do you say to St. for such as yon. and I like a pretty woman. the Vierzehn Nothelfer* would be right for us. who protects against fire. The people can help each other. he carries a '' *' and might take to poaching. I go to church. And as long as we have to saint. have one who will old woman. is One little old woman veiy sagely remarks that. I say. . Saint Anthony " many a wonder brings! says Riipel. *' That's no way Thereupon an old shepherd responds: to talk. and besides. Saint Cecilia should be chosen as parish saint. the old bristly-beard." So the people argue." ** Not to be thought of." ** To him who wishes to find lost things. and no church door would be large enough for him. half in earnest. but those living by the water prefer Sebastian. I have my own ' idea about it. the great Christopher is among them. all. whose words seem to rhyme. We need the church for the people." Hubertus. I no heathen. fourteen saints to wliom Catholics pray in times of great need. let him twist his tongue as he rifle — will. They have rummaged through the whole heaven and have not found a saint satisfactory to every one." cries his wife." Another speaks: "I care nothing for the cattle. Others wish to dedicate the church to Florian. And we must have one who will suit them all.264 ' THE GERMAN CLASSICS Saint Hubertus. they would cost too much.

They will on of themselves. Some have either lost or forgotten theirs. But this confusion cannot continue. after which the woods-people. That one my passion. Autumn. and they roll along for a while. so that the parish has a heart. and grandfather Hansel. the winter when straw bread had to be eaten. cooperation of the Baron. carrying . Very few know anything of a surname. These people are like balls of clay a push. These people need a special form by which to designate That their ancestry and relationship. There are enough members. If I am successful. So the race may have existed a long time in A few weeks ago I visited all the huts. but certainly persistent effort. people. incidents are memorable landmarks. united and whole. but they are self-willed and perverse. I will found home for them and myself. divided to form one. we shall have something upon which to build. others have never had any. But we must first gain the we must influence Extraordinary strength does not seem to me necessary. The names must .THE FOREST SCHOOLMASTER It is fortunate for 265 me that I wild year killed the germs of am cool-blooded. ! the solitude of the forest. but they must be guided in order to go reach a common goal. Kathi-Hani-Waba-Mirz-Margareth! Here Kathi was the great-great-grandmother of Margareth. that the owner of the house is called Sepp. to the head we will attend and build the schoolhouse. This boy was born in the summer when the great flood occurred that Such girl. the year of birth and the names of the people. The birthdays can usually be remembered only by events and circumstances. whose father was named Toni. Now I can bend : my whole a energy toward this end out of a scattered. the number in their families. with me a note-book. 1816. When the church is — once finished. I questioned the fathers about their households. Hansel-Toni-Sepp is a household name and by it is meant.

I am nobody. Berthold. shall remain Schwammschlager. When I came to the Aim boy. which work is called wooding. old thick-necked dwarf. whatever his occupation. is no longer Hiesel-Franzel-Paul. Call me Satan! I know I " break the law. *'A name. An little a long time been called Kropfjodel. assented quite willingly. I then explained to him that his children and grandchildren would also be called Kropfjodel. A hut in the Lautergriiben I call Brunnhiitte (spring hut). because a large spring flows before it. : ' ' ! ! name. after . I have writname Berthold in the book and added a cross it. who mar- ried Annamirl. At that he grinned and gurgled. ten the once so merry. but briefly Paul Holzer (Woodman). Call me Berthold Elcnd! (miseiy). do what they will. he shall always remain a Brunnhiitter. " Let him be called Kropf" And a little later jodel ten times over. he shocked me " for me? I need no greatly. Thus wood-cutter Paul." he screamed. and if liis son goes out into the world. the priest does not allow me to Marriage is denied me because I am as poor as a beggar. God did not make me a woman. The lad. We will call the people after their characteristics or occupations. as well as his wife. that is easily remembered and preserved for the future. is hardly to be recognized.266 THE GERMAN CLASSICS be prepared for the parish-book. because he transports the treetrunks upon a slide to the coal-pit. Wliy then should the owner of the hut be named Hiesel-Michel-Hiesel-Hannes? He is a Brunnhiitter. New surnames will have to be invented and it will not be difficult to choose those which are fitting. we have that at least if we but had the boy Oh. thank God. and be a man. that boy of mine ! man whether " The he added miscliievously name. The tinder-maker and liis descendants. coal-driver Sepp. but I will not betray my flesh and blood! After these words he hastened away like one mad. has for I recently asked the he would be satisfied to be registered He in my book under the name of Joseph Kropfjodel.

This winter I have suffered from a severe illness. The latter '' If the man would only do me the favor not to die said. The messenger who brought him was also commissioned. frozen ground. but at last could not conquer. The last time I was with him was a stormy March day. which I resisted a long time. that on the same evening two wood-cutters came to meet me on snow^-shoes. but I would far rather be walking about in it. to speak at the same time to the grave-digger. . one knows not where. For a number of hours I struggled along. it seems that once they even called the doctor from Holdenschlag.THE FOREST SCHOOLMASTER name 267 Another man wanders about in the Wini^el forests. instead of cleansing a wound with tepid water and lint. or if any he bears it may be Evil. On the way back the paths were blocked with snow. The people here. May. one can't dig a hole in this hard. apply all kinds of salves and ointments. as he himself has since told me. Not until weeks afterward did I know that I was not frozen. It is the Einspanig. In places it reached to my shoulders. and that I should be found in the spring and be carried past the new church in the Winkel to Holdenschlag. found me unconscious and carried me into the house of the Winkel -warden. and buries himself often for a long time." now. . As fever threatened to appear in the wound and. whose I do not know. Here in the forest I should like to lie. as there was no one else who would or could nurse the sick man. The man avoids us all. but as night approached I was still far from the Winkel valley. caused by my frequently visiting Marcus Jiiger. who had been shot by a poacher in the Lautergriiben. An indescribable weariness came over me. then appears again at unusual hours. I often went over to see Mm. one knows not why. and as I lay for many days seriously ill. It must indeed be a powerful constitution which can recover in spite of such hindrances. My only thought was that I must perish there in the midst of the snow. 1817. and I had a hard stiniggle keeping Jiiger alive.

sister and mother would be in danger w^hen he became a little stronger. is so soft-hearted and gentle. They have christened the little one with doughnuts. sent me three big doughnuts last week. mucli worse degree than his father. the bench. Her husband. regular employment. so that I I intend to make a for I busy myself with zither or something of practise music till may the organ is ready in the church. in the this Winkel forests. The wddow of Black Mathes has also been to see me once. Nothing bettor is in store for the child. the kind for myself. . Was there no remedy for such a trouble? What can I advise the distressed woman ? A continuous. They are some of those which have been baked in great quantities to celebrate the arrival of a wee Russ. who has moved with her family into the master wood-cutter's house in the Lautergriiben and according to the new order of things is called Anna Maria Russ. indeed until the warm weather comes and the freshets are over. . A frenzy. And his mother. which has not yet quite left me. For a long time I shall be obliged to remain in my room. Of all the people est sympathy for unfortunate life. After the danger of the illness had passed I was attacked by a serious trouble with my eyes. wood-carving. Russ-Annamirl. I woman. and a loving but firm treatment should be given to the lad tliat is my proposition.268 I THE GERMAN CLASSICS am glad that I was able to spare the good man his labor. inquire after my sitting down. She then told me how he was often attacked by a frenzy. The people come often and. she explained. was when one broke out into a passion at the slightest provocation. having seen better days. She asked me in great sorrow what was to be done wdth her boy Lazarus. I am not at all lonely. Lazarus had this malady in a threatening everything. beside me on health. have the greatafter an died a violent death and was buried dishonorably.

but he stopped short. The lad was so small that he could not even reach the door-handle. rustling awakening from deep rest. which the dawning day is already forcing open. that soon he would come to thank me. so that I may awaken the people who have not rested for weeks. The cock crows. In the forest there is a trembling.THE FOREST SCHOOLMASTER Day 269 before yesterday a boy came to me drag^ng a birdcage witli him. the morning star is peeping brightly over the dark wooded The little hill. What shall I do with the little creatures! If one approaches them. it shines faithfully as long as the sun appears. How strange is the first walk of a convalescent! One feels as if the whole earth were rocking thou one rocking her newly born child in her arms. being aware that I could not yet go out of doors. and would have liked to make his escape. night. the weariness of yesterday still weighs upon their eyelids. blushed. I am the son of Marcus Jiiger. holy May morning. I had some trouble in discovering that his father's message was that he was entirely well and wished me the same. The morning star it is is a good companion. " father sends me here sends me here * ' — — rogue had learned the speech by heart. they flutter confusedly about in the cage and beat their heads against the ^\dres in their fright. trembling and reverberating mth eternal thoughts of God How I think of thee and thy fairy magic. I let them fly out into our Father's bird-cage. which at this hour hath sunk into my soul from the dome of heaven and the crown of the forest — ! ! . And when the time is finally fulfilled. he would be glad to send the whole spring into my room. as I have. and that he presented me with a pair of fine crested titmice. and my father he said. so he timidly knocked for a while until I opened the door. and modestly retires when not Softly I steal through the front door. for. I myself walk out early one morning into the open May. out into the May. Still standing on the steps. bathed in dew and sweet perfumes.

I penetrate deeper into the wilderness and rest on the . My housekeeper. or if I had something on my mind that I risked my life in such a way. Then I vow to myself anew to Avork with all my might. e'en though his locks be wintry. Still stranger are the waters of the forest brook. What shall I do? Why am I in this small place. Where the little stream splashes in the shadowy defiles of the Winkelegger forest. the sun appears. and did I not know that he who lies down on the dewy ground in the spring is giving his measure to the grave-digger? Summer Solstice. and in the church building the masons are hammering. heart-burning thoughts may As standing on the edge of the w^oods. she asked me quite seriously if I found it so uncomfortable in her house. Below splashes the water of the Winkel. He whose soul floats upon the same. And Youtli lias been given to A short time What is my aim? What do I signify? and from eternity I was nothing. there I remain standing. Here upon these ripples let thy thoughts drift without aim or purpose.270 THE GERMAN CLASSICS yet I experience a strange sorrow. and conscious of myself for this brief period? Why have I awakened? What must I do? me in vain. and I feel that I shall not be able to justify myself either in heaven or on earth for what has happened. This has been a strange walk in the woods. That was a strange water. and also to pray that such difficult. little forgot the past. Whoever drank of it. having noticed that I was not in my room. from the chimney of the house rises a silvery wreath of smoke. finds again the long past time of his childhood and youth. Thou knowest the Greek legend of the river Lethe. a short ago time hence and through all eternity I sh-all be nothing. yes. reproved me for my carelessness. I am covered that I had been lying on the damp moss in the cool early morning. As soon as she disstill not return to me. 1817.

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for you are good and learned! I'm sure you will help us out of our trouble. it is no doe. It is no deer. and now we fear the people. head and asks for the right path. is cradled close to my breast. to I spin thoughts. ''with the church we will have nothing more to do it refuses us marriage because we have no money. She hastens up to hands and cries: " Oh. ' ' ! flushed." " Mein Gott im Himmel! " cries the girl.THE FOREST SCHOOLMASTER 271 moss. and I beg you a thousand times. the me. My conscience gives me no peace. But if God should be angry with us. unable to a horrible fate! " she but I know no other way. Do I Now know the right path myself? tell us where is the longing satisfied which follows us everyivhere? A spider lets itself dowTi from the branches. you first I '' . like a hunted maiden. pray give us the marriage blessing! " do not understand. it has worked its way to the top. comprehending her at If you are honest in your purpose. It is stops for breath. excited. I hear a rustling in the thicket. having lost and moss. endeavoring to knock softly at the gate of my heart. I say: will not withhold its blessing. just opened. and if you have a sweetheart. it wishes to be upon the ground his way to he his sweetheart in the thicket of grasses lifts his again. I am so glad it is Aim you Then she looks cries again ' * at me and '* overcome her excitement. Bertliold and me! We should so like to live a decent life. Many a little flower. And many a beetle crawls anxiously up to me. it is a human being. but. the church last. and now that it is there. It is Aga. a young woman. seizes my and frightened. creature. weaver who knows how It spins threads. but I'm not afraid of you. The Evil One follows us both. Who is the weave a beautiful garment from loose threads of thought? While thus dreaming. listening to the ever present murmuring silence. that would be terrible indeed. At . You are still young yourself. give us the blessing which any man may bestow. .

he has a still larger heart than his mother's. Do you see the poor. and if some one would We By God's will and with His blessing only come and say: Just a single word.272 THE GERMAN CLASSICS must know there is no parting or leaving one another. and soon — of St. came a small wooden bowl and his father's yesterday huge pocket-knife. Peter and St. with my words I have done sometlung which I cannot answer for in heaven or on earth. othenvdse he was quiet. This boy will become either a saint or a terrible murderer. And so we live together in the wilderness. He darted away. we haven't a single soul to be our friend and wish us happiness. and asked me to draw some blood from his hand to send to Russ-Kath. and is thrice as hot blooded as his father. hearing of it. The people say Little Lazarus. to me mth afterward the Winkcl-wardcn's yard he. she lacks young blood. The lad has already knelt beside the maiden. people — ! be with you. this strug- gling for the right. Black Strange Mathes' son! He has his mother's heart and his father's blood. was wringing I cannot tell which. 1817. for love ** I went out to tli(» (Usui creature. a pigeon's neck: I'or anger. for human sjinpathy. No." I sai<l. for peace of who would not be moved by that! heart " I '' " You true-hearted May the Lord God cry. ' ' The Feast what is the matter with this lad. I have consummated a marriage in the midst of the green woods. Ohl Russ-Kath has been ill for months. Ijazanis. lidpless young yonder? " they cry? liavc liear Do you how . in — " now you deprived a mother of her lifo. should so like to hear one good word. Paul. I chided Tlis face was flushed. him for making sucli a retjuest. And so. and we remain together until death! should be freed from the sin and a wedded pair before ' ' God in heaven ' ' ! This longing for deliverance from their sin.

Upon the mound had been placed a staff from which a piece of paper was fluttering. curb and guide him according to my strength. : On the . seeking in every way to teach him self -control? the But perhaps the boy has too much blood . Loosening his clenched fist.THE FOREST SCHOOLMASTER 273 The boy stood there trembling. He is not in any of the huts. It is news from the boy. Something horrible has happened. she saw the gleam of something white. They are also searching along the ravines and streams. ' ' We The Feast of St. Then. paper in strange handwriting were the words Vol. begging me to come and explain It is it to her. The Feast of I St. be father and brother to him. I poured water on his forehead and led him back into his hut. Two days ago the boy Lazarus disappeared. he ran away. James. train him and keep fell him at work. Early this morning as the little daughter of Mathes was on her way to plant some wild-rose upon her father's grave. How would it do if I should take him. was in the Hinter Winkel again. Peter in Chains. The woman is inconsolable. pale as marble. The following story has spread like wild-fire through the forest. 1817. have summoned people to hunt for the boy. " and it " He didn't mean to hit me! " sobs the mother. with a wild cry. struggling for breath. and the latter hastened to me. Upon Mathes grave the fresh imprints of two knees were ' discovered yesterday. people say. Something must be done to save the child. and biting his underlip until the blood trickled down his chin. XVI— 18 most remarkable. The girl ran home to her mother. In his rage he hurled a stone at his mother. in Mathes' Today house. 1817. and sank into a deep sleep. He could never have thrown a greater one at me than by running away. was only a little stone. . There he exhausted upon the moss. but a large one lies upon my heart. .

like our thoughts of a dear departed one. but for the living. " am in the school of the Cross. Lazarus. tinkling even as they fall and rest upon the ground. and the icicles tinkle in the Out against each other.mounds. sparkling star. There the drops congeal in the frosty breath of conventionality. The flowers and the inscriptions are for us. trickles drop end of the farthest needle. as can hardly any one in the forest. trembles. and not only is the. It has hardly reflected the glorious color of the woods and sky. but also the worth of life. No one walks upon burial-ground unrewarded. now red like carbuncle. ought to know everything. There the dead sleeper has no candle. these clods cool the passions and warm the heart. urn. They think that I. and to the sparkles. being learned. peace of doatli wiitleii on the flower^'.274 THE GERMAN CLASSICS mother and "My I my sister! Bear me no ill-will and do not wony. and we feel peace in our hearts as we think of the sleeper who is freed from trial. tree. the churchyards are not for the dead. The boy could neither read nor write. Thus lives the child of the forest and thus it dies.lias the living one had one. when a breath of wind stirs and the little drop frees itself from the swaying pine-branch and falls upon the ground. in silence. Out in the world. world it is otherwise." They all looked to me for an explanation. There we pay honor to the memory of our forefathers and to our own future resting-place. reflecting for a while the gloiy of the world until they dissolve and melt. 1817. We realize the dissolution of the departed but hope for him the resurrection. glistens. The forest brings rest to whom rest belongs. and there is no longer a A little collects on the high branch of a trace of the tiny. The earth sucks it in. The Feast The people come and go of All Souls. . now gray like lead. I know nothing.

" . "^Hlt suffer the bitter death for the souls of men. wha Christ. is abandoned and forgotten.THE FOREST SCHOOLMASTER May 275 the Everlasting Light give them light! is our oiiiy The faint autumn sun smiles gently. huts and houses appear and a parish is founded the soul belonging to olden times and to days long past lies in the flames of purgatory. The body has decayed. I give the last drop of Thy blood to the forgotten souls in purgatory. On the mountainsides there are summer breezes and wdnter storms and with each moment a grain of sand and with each century a mass ." '' Oh *' if Thou no. In the forest our thoughts are not for the bodies of the dead. The meadow^ has become a forest. and the whole earth a grave which could not bury it. Christ. are languishing in purgatory! starving Hans stole the piece of bread from his starving neighbor in the field and then died. eternal brightness. that they may have one day in the year. e'en though the agony were so great that the sea could not quench it. then can I also bear the pain of a mother's heart. is forgotten. my child Jesus. but for the agony of the living souls of those who. when they are freed from the fire. answered stands at the cross that her pain may be soothed. And the poor soul lies in the fire. the Lord. sin. Again man comes into the wilderness. to whom Then Thou give Thy red blood? " "To my beloved mother. and the coming spring will care for the flowers and wreaths. promising petition. having died in When the. Hans mountain plunges into tlie depths of the. the high forests fall. the forest a wilderness. his soul lies in purgatory. died upon the cross and but one drop of blood was left in His heart. the primeval forest was not yet standing. mankind is redeemed the last drop of : . His Heavenly Father When asked wilt Him '' : My dear Son. ravines. But there is one day in the year for the consolation of of still — such forgotten souls. the Lord." the Mother Mary replied. the wolves howl and there is no man far or near.

none away from it. known and On this anniversary day. Christmas songs My zither has but three strings. For : hero. and deer. The Feast of St. Catharine. No footsteps excepting those of the girl lead to the grave. howdespised by the people. the only boy for many days. But over the lonely graves the late autumn mists are gathering. and other animals wind zig-zaging through the wintry woods. been written begging the lad to return home for his mother's sake. 1817. Day. upon which the claws of a jay may have which still reigns symbol of the indissoluble band: About life and death an eternal chain is wound. for the sad. no one the little cross above the grave. and many a good deed is performed with the thought of sootliing the fiery anguish of departed souls. melting tones of an organ." That is the message. It has been carefully fastened upon It is still there. I think of my mother and and father. There is a grave in the Winkel forests. news from the vanished The handwriting is the same as before. has opened it. the little daughter of Black a bit of paper with the words " I upon her father's Mathes again discovered sister am well. I sit in my room and play on the zither.276 THE GERMAN CLASSICS thus And ' — according this to the legend — originated All Souls day even the most abandoned and forgotten souls are delivered from their pain and they stand in the outer courts of heaven. Paths for foxes. and the remainder of the hill is concealed by newly fallen snow. traced a up here — a little chain — the only sign of life ever. until the stroke of the last hour in the day summons them back into the flames. grave. 1817. it was not deserted. a more perfect one I did not know how to make. letter has A Christmas. On Such is the idea and meaning of the feast of All Souls' in the forest. " Lazarus. Today I am homesick for the sound of bells. .

one is my mother. such as they have in northern countries. The rest remain in their huts. letter from the mother to the child will be destroyed by the snow without having been opened or read. Mathes' grave is buried deep in snow. He has joined the wood-cutters. mth yet. there is a glitter of ice. they sit together and tell stories. But only the stars gleam tival bells and soft angel voices. hoping thereby to satisfy an unspeakable Many a one strains his eyes and longing of the heart. and have sent the same in the Lautergriiben. the third my child. confidently expecting to see gazes He listens for the ringing of festhe heavens illumined. 277 The three . 1818. above the wooded hills. March. Over in one corner of the Karwasser Berthold has earned himself a hut. Only a few of the forest people go the midnight service in Holdenschlag. Yesterday a child was bom to Aga. I think the light in a friendly way in the eyes of the candles will be reflected to Anna Maria Russ little of her one. never to be extinguished. the branch which The pleading served as letter-box wears a pointed hood. But on affect this night the glistening and falling of the snow one in an unusual way. Many a one carries out old pagan customs. there can be no Christmas-tree. today as yesterday and always. and now and then a branch shakes off its burden of snow. A cold breeze stirs among the tree-tops. They . for today they have a peculiar impulse to leave their everyday life and create a world of their own. Perhaps a bit of the brightness will sink into the young heart. over the dark forests. The distance having no desire to sleep.THE FOREST SCHOOLMASTER strings are enough for me the other my wife. One always spends pine-torches to is too Christmas with one's family. great. In the widow's hut. and the hearts of men tremble in longing expectation of the Redeemer. It is a girl. I have trimmed a simple little Christmas-tree.

no wonder life is full of attractions Ah. at the same time composing songs for the The screech-owl hoots. consteUation presses measure and rejoices in The morning returns to the forest the everlasting day. the branches the east npon liis steeds and with his flaming lance pierces the heart of night. That must be a false report which is circulating about the Baron's son. against constellation. day and dreaming. and the branches sigh. future. yet her ear she opens to the eternal laments of mankind. sometimes very lonely for for this . but she warms lonelier parts of the forest. I But I know one remedy at such times I us with her peaceful aspect. and night plunges into the dusky gorges. have watched sleeping nature. But with an illustrious name and an abundance of money. if he would only come into our beautiful. Waldlilie (Forest Lily) water of the woods. I am no priest and may not steal I have called the girl a name from the church calendar.278 THE GERMAN CLASSICS' did not carry the little one to Holdensclilag. and have found rest. but sent for me to christen her. silent ! forest ! MORGENROT AND EDELWEISS Summer. are already beckoning to it. go to still have been there even at night. The birds are resting that has passed has died away. me here in the Winkel. The earth has closed her eyes. and from rocky heights streams her blood. To what purpose? Iler heart is of stone and impossible to wann. The last breath of the Night lies over the woodland. and have baptized her with the A Few Days Later. of cloud The sun-king approaches from . again. Ah. It is 1818. Alf)ine glow the people call it. He is said to have become dissipated. At this season it would be beautiful on the Graue Zahn. and if T were a poet I would celebrate it in song. Too much wealth was awaiting him when he came into this world. dances its Above.

And how far would . cliff Beside an overhanging found something very had already heard have heard it from the my people of these w^oodlands. the turret of her house. like those pastured in paradise. that in the midst of the sun the holy Virgin Marj^ sits at the spinning-wheel. Soon I shall be tied to the bell-rope when other people are making The bell-rope may be compared to a long-drawn holiday. found it and called it Edeliveiss. soul they will yet perish in the sea of light and the thirst Oh. and strengthens himself for new toil — " old Riipel once it sends its ray. what a beautiful light " To distant lands exclaimed. and a bit of the wool fallThe ing to the earth remained clinging to a high cliff. A strange yearning sometimes fills my soul it is not a longing for space. and I . silently glowing. my descent. . time since I was on the Graue Zahn again. to God above it lights my way. and the gleam of her w^indows. dreams of toil. . . my I thoughts. Then I once more made beautiful.THE FOREST SCHOOLMASTER At 279 night. " is that! ' ' . I looked toward the north to the farthest From horizon. always praising to God and proclaiming good-will man. the eternal spires tower aloft. but I did not behold the sea. . the high mountain I gazed below. its rosy splendor fills my heart. and at midnight one day reaches its hand to the next across the Zahn. Once while spinning. whence one might perhaps see the plain and the city. people I picked two of the little stars and placed them on my the banks of the distant lake I this tale On from parents. for infinity. while below in the dark valley man rests from toil. she fell asleep and dreamed of the human race. gaze have to wander to find the grave in Saxonland! A sharp wind interrupted. be unquenched. . She spins wool from a snow-white lamb. still A short breath. thirst for light would better My poor eyes can never satisfy the thirsting express it. my .

that I will leave its old name. daughter — my Forest Lily. The same evening. Bertliold sees the Edelweiss on is ' ' : my breast he says. and the The woman now takes young Waldlilie As their happiness. but one proof of your true love you must give to me. the other. I can scarcely imagine that this helpless young child should be happens in this isolated place at such an hour. but they are of good courage. which has a shall be .. I I descend to the forest and the woodlovely. babe wrapped in linen. I see a bed of fresh green grass its perfume is so inviting. called Heinrich-rot. lived a young forester. Then it is all and thus waken the how it Up from the Thalmulde a load of grass comes toward me. As toward evening cutting. One of them. if I ask for an Edelweiss from the high cliff? my father and Edelweiss my dead mother. Slie was a proud lass and one day I love you and wisli to be she said to the young man. who loved a herdsmaid. chance upon something unspeakably There. and under it Aga is panting. These people lead a hard life. how so. THE GERMAN CLASSICS slightly reddish tinge. and the child is her little explained. and together we proceed dowm the valley. ^vith a care. snow-white. I entered her hut and drank goat's milk. And as I approach the flowergrassy couch. not far from my path. he adds: *' Edelweiss Take nearly killed love for '' then related the following story to me " On the other side of the Zahn. will you refuse. the grass on her back and the child on her arm.. You are a nimble climber. tender hold my breath that I may not cry out in astonishment .280 breast. I behold a babe sleeping thereon. yours. Berthold came home late from his wood-cutting. She is swaying gathering fodder for her goats. beyond the abyss." How so. I remain standing and like. that is a dangerous warning gesture weed! " As I fail to understand. A little creature. Berthold? " I ask. that I tliink I wall rest my weary limbs upon it for awhile. almost poisons my He : * ' .

Sparks appear. blue mist into the earth and turns and swings himself. now he jumps and makes long leaps. He no Now his longer sees aught but the smile of the herdsmaid. heaven . Not the chamois. Edelweiss. On the second day after this. He well knows that if he looks up the rocky wall above. an Edelweiss you shall have that the liigh cliff was called the the lad. not realize that she was demanding a new tablet. It does not flee. He climbs the lower cliff. and if be farewell to the light of his eye glances do\\Tiward it will gaze into it wi]l his grave. . up here the game becomes the The chamois scrapes hunter and man the helpless game. And finally he. the ground with its fore-foot. The lad well knows that he must shade. The young forester started on the same day. his eyes to keep from becoming dizzy. and flaky bits fly into the to venture. on below and the the Teufelsberg. over which the wood-cutter is still he ascends crags where the root-digger digs his spikenard. because it was impossible to climb. he throws his stick away. He thrusts his alpenstock the object of his quest today. with the yawning abyss perpendicular crags above. he swings himself over ravines and rocks where the chamois-hunter scarcely dares obliged to walk with his ax . is it stands. With a start the chamois springs wildly over head and the young man sinks upon the white bed of Edehveiss. On the third day . which spiritedly raises its head and looks mockingly across at the lad. and that at its foot stood tablets telling of root-diggers and chamoisAnd the herdsmaid did hunters who had perished there. But it is very true that love drives one mad. but he forgot My ! Teufelsberg. the head forester sent to ask the people if the lad had been seen. Upon a neighboring crag a chamois is standing. and fade away.THE FOREST SCHOOLMASTER * 281 ' exclaimed dearest. . but the ground upon which A rises before his eyes. reaches that horrible place air . circle.

what — a great joy I am experiencing in these forests the ! Upon Koad to tlie Cross. liis hair had become snow-white Edelweiss. Autumn. And now as I look around me I realize that we have a village. teaching the latter. The parsonage churcli is approaching completion. likewise the and next comes the schoolhouse. to the . stands a wooden cross. It is the same which is said to have groum from the seed of a little bird that Hies into tlio valley eveiy thousand years. 1818. Me'ui Gott. now loved and cherished the white locks until years later her own had become white — — — as well. and I afterward asked the old bearded story-teller Riip(d.282 THE GERMAN CLASSICS they saw the herdsinaid running in the woods with disheveled hair. He had Edelweiss with him a bunch on his breast a wreath on his head. And on the evening of the same day the young forester walked through the valley leaning upon a staff. learning from the former. Above. the people have been laboring with ax and hammer about the Winkel-warden's house and I have sometimes even lent a hand to the work myself." Berthold told the stoiy almost beautifully and finally he added that he was the child of the young forester and the herdsmaid. 1818. if lie would go with Karwiisser and into the Felsenthal to help bring dowTi the moss-covered cross into the Winkel. in the wastes of the Felsenthal. And the herdsmaid. Autumn. After wandering through other parts of the forest among the people both old and young. who had no me otlier important ])usinpss. Here in these last years. How he came dowTi from the Teufelsburg he told no one. I am always glad to return to the Winkel. I consulted with the forester and a few of the older men. perhaps he could not tell. who in her wilfulness had caused this to happen to the brown curly head.

it has stood since time immemorial. revealing the white mosaics and hearts which lie upon the earth. are destroying the mth the cross away? " My own place it so that the horizontal hand trembles as we take up our burden. The trees are old and wear long beards. But the warm sunny days have made fissures in the beam. tree in the storm now pray. Riipel carrying the upright beam behind. the moonlight shimmers through the branches. When our path leads over rising ground. In the ravines and narrow defiles the darkness is appalling. of the woods. After many hours we finally arrive in the Felsenthal. . We thank the green meadow for its verdure we thank the dew. We thank the shady Winkel brook for its splasliing and gurgling. and our story-teller stands on a fraternal footing with each one. As we walk along the jagged walls. the birds. I beam rests upon my neck like a yoke. The whole night we walk through the forest. We are both unspeakably happy. on the forest's edge. and as we see the cross towering in the midst of the moldering trunks. as according to the legend of the Storms have people. passed over it and have loosened the bark from the wood. and our cross crashes against many an old tree-trunk." he cries excitedly. But with the exception of our two selves I notice no one. and the hunted deer that roams astray. It towers upon the boulder as it towered years ago. the We ascend the slippery floor deer. and the whole forest. Before the cross we pause. . Riipel covers his face with both hands. '' We " Where shall the altar in Felsenkar. where in the clefts fear slumbers. my companion imagines that he sees a human figure disappearing among the rocks. we speak very little with one another. we clamber over moldering trunks and mossy stones.THE FOREST SCHOOLMASTER 283 And so we start one bright autumn morning. As we climb upon the rock to remove the cross. Many times we lay down our burden and wipe the sweat from our brows. though they have done it no further injury.

both notice this apparition. it is the bell of our new church. its dark shadow peacefully resting upon the dewy grass. into one body. Among the people remarks are heard to the effect that this is the It is Sunday — the first in the . or whatever they may chance to be. It stretches out one hand. the bells had arrived and were hung. Today they are no longer wood-cutters and charcoal-burners. in fiery shoes. from the Lautergriiben. but e'en today. from Miesenbach. and from every hermitage and cave of the wide woods. Sunday The bells announced it at dawm. and stopped to rest upon a stoaie. there is no rest at hand from to age. It is many years since I have heard a sound like that. today for the first time they fuse into one. four men await us. lute. but do not speak until on the meadow of the We Karwiisser we place the cross upright on the gTound. While we were in the Felsenthal. Above the altar towers the cross from the Felsenthal. then the old man utters these words: *' H^ bore the cross unto the mount Dur Lord in bitter gTief. while we are tlms resting. and are called flic parish. resting. a dark figure glides by us across the way. he roams from land to land. Taking the cross. And sounds come and tremble through the air. The stepped Saviour staggered on in pain. and the people have come from the Upper Winkol. w^hich are not to be compared with song of man. pointing to a broad stone. they lay it upon a bier of green saplings and proceed with it toward the Winkel. it stands here as unpretentiously and almost as harmoniously as yonder in its loneliness. and I scarcely recognize it. We all stop and listen. found relief. he cannot die. from the Karwiisser.'^ age At the coal-pit in the upper Lautergraben. or any earthly music. As we approach our valley the day is breaking. 1818. and then disappears. A Jew out and said This stone belongs to me. — — ' ' : — Kirmes. The church is finished. and. Winkel forests.284 THE GERMAN CLASSICS Once. the Jew must ever flee.

If one by the altar-rail. Adelheid's lost son! Striking my hands together. then it is as they say. von Schrankenheim. is much too short. . As the bells were rung at the beginning of our church consecration. I thought. As I entered the church I beheld a figure in the shadow man still knelt there. it clergy was quiet once more in Winkelsteg. The square morial a bridge has led across this stream. Today for the first time the little red lamp was burning before the altar. Baron steg shall it and the parish be called.THE FOREST SCHOOLMASTER true cross of th^ Saviour. The name of the parish has already been decided upon. It may not be a worshipper. It was a young lad. Lazarus. But we baptize with water. from Holdenschlag and the forester had left. It is the watch before the Lord. as I stood there in the church. the Sunday which follows. You rascal. As the figure became aware of my presence. I uttered a cry. was already dark when I went to my bells. it rose and sought to escape. On this day The another very exciting occurrence has taken place. The settlement of this question would have been a welcome occasion for the people to assemble at the new tavern to christen the parish with Schnapps. when one is communing ^vith the dear God or with one's self. Twdlight comes on It early now and the mist lay over the high mountains. " Then I well blush! " I cried. you may Who should it prove to be but looked at him closely. which from now on shall be our sanctuary lamp. about the Winkel-warden's house is briefly called A^n Steg (By the bridge). has indorsed the name. Our water is called the Winkel since time imme. and WinkelOur master. seizing the fugitive and looking him in the face. so they rang again at its close. Here stands the new church. praying. A must live so long in the misery' of the day. If they find comfort 285 and exalta- tion in this thought. and which shall never be extinguished as long as the house of God remains standing.



Boy, for God's sake tell me where you have been! We have hunted for you, your mother would even have overturned the Alps to find you. And how do you come here " today, Lazarus! Indeed, this is beyond all belief! The boy stood there and to my questions he answered


— not

one word.

Then I rang the bells. Lazarus was standing near me his garment was composed of a woollen blanket, his hair fell over his shoulders, and his countenance was very pale. He watched me, for he had never seen bells rung before. And what a glad heart was mine Now, with a clear ring!

ing tongiie, I could proclaim the event even out into the mountains. Finally my housekeeper came asking what might be the

meaning of the ringing of the bells a half dozen times she had already repeated the Ave Maria, and still I did not

'' See, go of the bell-rope and pointed to the boy. he has finally come back. Did you not understand the ringing? Lazarus is found." A woman is better than any bell to spread such news. Scarcely had the Winkel-warden's wife gone out screaming, when Lazarus was already suiTounded by people. I hardly knew how to tell the story, and the lad murmured now and " Paulus! " Not another word did he utter. then, We asked him who Paulus might be ? Instead of answer** He ing the question, he said with a peculiarly shy look: Then loudly and anxiously he led me here to the cross." " Paulus " His called out, speech was awkward, his voice

stop. I let

into the house the housekeeper placed someeat before him. Sadly he gazed at the food, thing to turned his head in all directions, and always back again to the dish which he did not touch.

strange. led






of us urged liim to eat.


stretched his thin

hands out from his rough mantle toward his plate, but drew The boy trembled and began to sob. them back again.




Later he asked for a piece of bread, which he swallowed His black locks fell over his eyes and he did ravenously. not brush them aside. Finally he dipped the bread into the water-jug and ate with increasing greed and drank the water to the last drop. We stood around watching him,, and we shook our wise heads, asking many questions; the lad he-ard nothing and stared at the pine-torch which glefamed on the wall, or out
of the
I took the boy to his mother in the upper woods. A few times he sought to escape from us and to climb up the slopes of the dark forest. He was as dumb as a mole and as shy as a deer. We reached Mathes' house, which is called the Black Hut. Profound peace reigned everywhere. The little stream was murmuring before the door; the branches of

window into the darkness. The same night Grassteiger and

the pine-trees groaned above the roof.

In the night one

listens to such things in the daytime there is, if one might so it, the continuous noise of the light, so these other sounds are seldom noticed.

Grassteiger holds the boy by the hand.
at a little

^'Adelheid, Then follows a slight noise know who is without.

window and call " w^ake up a bit!

I place myself in through the paper pane:

and a timorous request


Andreas Erdmann from Winkelsteg is here and two " I But do not be frightened. Li the new say. The Lord has church a miracle has been performed. " awakened Lazarus! In the hut a red gleam dances up and down the walls, The woman has blown a like a feeble flash of lightning.
' '

bit of


into a blaze at the fire on the hearth.

She lights us in at the door, but as she sees the boy, the torch falls to the floor and is extinguished. When I finally procure a light, the woman is leaning against the door-post and Lazarus is lying on his face.

He moans.




to his feet

and brushes

the hair

his brow.

Adelheid stands almost motionpoor night-dress; but in her breast there is a great commotion. Pressing both hands against her breast, she turns toward the wall struggling for breath, until I fear she may faint. At last she looks at the boy and says: Are you really here, Lazarus ? And to us " Sit down on the bench yonder, I will get you something to eat directly And again to the boy Take off your wet shoes, my son But he has no shoes; instead he wears but soles made from the bark of trees.
less in her
* *
' ' : ' ' !

' '

' '



The woman goes to the bed, wakes the little girl, telling her to rise quickly for Lazarus has come. The child begins
to cry.

The soup stands ready; the boy stares with his large eyes at the table and at his mother. Now at last her mater" nal love bursts forth: My child, you do not Iniow me! Where Yes, I have grown old, more than a hundred years She have you been this endless time! Jesu Maria! ^^

snatches the child to her breast.

Lazarus gazes downward; I notice how his lips quiver, but he does not weep and he utters not a word. He must have had some strange experience; his soul lies under a ban. As he now removes his coarse blanket, to climb upon the freshly made bed, he takes out from under this rough mantle a handful of gray pebbles and with one movement strews them all over the floor. Hardly has he done this He before he stoops and begins to collect them again. counts them in his hand, then seeking in all the cracks and corners, he carefully picks up each pebble, counts them once more and hunts further, looking with great calmness a long time at the floor of the hut, until he finds the last one and has the full number in his hand. And now we see the lad
smile for the
first time.

Then replacing the


stones in

the pocket of his cloak he goes to bed,

where he soon

stand a long time by the hearth near the torch discussing the miraculous change which has taken place in
this boy.




February, 1819.
it concern me? It does not concern me in the cannot cease thinking of what the forester has told about our young Baron. The trouble began with a weakening of his constitution

least, yet I

and was aggravated by loose and careless play, extravagance, drinking bouts, and sprees.

Bah I am a baron, a millionaire, a handsome young man; so go ahead!" Thus the forester explained it. Ah, but he cannot be so sure that the story is true. Hermann is said to be in the capital, far from home and his sister. Yes, under such circumstances anything might indeed be possible. God protect you, Hermann It would be a reproach to me, the schoolmaster, if my iSrst pupil should be a
* ' ! !

Away, ugly word!


does the forester

Hermann is a good young man. know about it?
Spring, 1819. The mountains are

The region


changing rapidly.

becoming gray and bare; the forest is being burned over and there are smoking charcoal-pits in all the valleys. With a great effort I have induced them to leave a little plot of ground up there on the knoll. This is the last bit of the primeval forest, and in its shade the dead Winkelstegers shall rest. The parsonage is finished. The parish has advertised
for a priest.


the notice




will cause



That vdW be a

fine sort of a

curacy in this


\\dne is cider, the bread is made of oat-flour. Well, if the priest starves in Winkelsteg, it is his own fault, for he can at least eat the bark of trees!

steg: the



keep alive on that." Winkelsteg is terribly maligned; but it is not so bad here after all. For caring for the church and occasionally
the wildcats



mounting the pulpit to read something for the edification of the people, I receive a plentiful supply of meal and game. They say it is a pity that I am not a priest.

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owner of the forest money has been sent as a thank-offering to establish a ser\'ice in the church at WinThe daughter of the house kelsteg and to celebrate mass.



Thank God
cause of



body and


abundance of things

to be done.

brain find such an This Einspanig is the

seen in this place; bent like a living interrogation point, he goes about bent and crooked, But he still avoids the people; and yet when one has the courage to ask him a question he gives an answer that w^ould suffice for three. He has also been seen in the church, in the farthermost corner, where the confessional is to

much speculation. More and more often he


Old Rtipel is quite, sure that he is the Wandering Jew. That the Einspanig is so in part I can well believe. According to


theory, there are



Wandering Jews.

and such a strange the cross from one, one as mysterious as our altar-piece,


all at


we have

a priest,

the Felsenthal.

At noontide the
to ring the bells.


day of July, I entered the church There, on the upper step of the altar,

stood the Einspanig, reading mass. Even the priest from HoldenI watched him for awhile. But when he had schlag could have done it no better. with finished, and had solemnly descended the steps, and

downcast eyes walked toward the door, I felt it my duty " to intercept him and call him to account. Sir," I said, you enter this house of God, as any one with an upright heart may do but you ascend to the holiest place and do those things which are not fitting for every one. I am the keeper of this church and must ask you what your action means."
' * ;


stood there looking at


with great calmness.

" Good friend," he then replied, with a voice which






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and grated as if rusty; " the question is short and easy, the answer long and difficult. But since you have the Name the day right to demand it, it is my duty to give it. when you will go up to the three pines in the Wolfsgrube." He bowed and walked away. " The [" Einspanig Lonely One,' the Father Paulus of the story, had had a tempestuous and stormy Ufe, even after entering the priesthood and the order of the Society In his passionate youth he had drunk life's of Jesus. sweetest cups and drained its bitterest dregs of guilt and shame. All the efforts he had made to blot out the past were unavailing. The penances of the Church, the fiery, fanatical zeal with which he had sought to regenerate men, the hard, uncompromising attitude toward self and his fellows, left him unredeemed, wretched and in despair, till, There at last, he sought refuge in solitude and loneliness. in the School of the Cross, he found peace in self denial and service. It was in that school that Lazarus became his first fruit. '] pupil and
' * '

in the woods are day and night, and suffering, care and sometimes a little comfort peace And so it drags along. Our in resting from our toil. Chariot of Time has lost its fourth wheel, and it often goes badly and unevenly, but it goes. For a time the destruction of the forest has ceased; the


May, 1820. winter and summer,

People are now beginning to remove the stumps from the cleared land and to convert The wood-cutters and charcoalit into fields for planting. That is right; burners are becoming tillers of the soil. but the farmer rises in his the wood-cutter disappears,
foundries outside are closed.

Pentecost, 1820.

altar of our church

from the Felsenthal stood before the and read mass. The church vestments and sacred utensils we had from


the hermit



Holclenschlag, as they were lying there in the vestry unused. The mice had eaten holes in the robe, but the spiders had

woven them together

again. The church is not so large but that I played the organ. from the choir one can see if tears are standing in the eyes of the priest at the altar.

This The people prayed little and whispered much. he must indeed be a second St. Jerome. Einspanig

After the service the forest singer said these words to me: *' Have you seen the Wandering Jew? For the suffering Christ he has borne today the heavy cross to Gol-

Hosanna, he thus casts his sins away! gotha's heights. " I repeated the words to the hermit, adding: May they " make you happy; the man is filled with the Holy Ghost!


The Feast

of All Souls, 1820.

I have urged the people to choose a chief officer from among themselves, that there may be some one to issue

orders, settle disputes, and keep the parish united.

They have chosen Martin Grassteiger, and he
called Judge. At this same



meeting the new Judge introduced the

future schoolmaster of the Winkelsteg parish, who had been acknowledged as such by the master of the forest. The people declare that I then am this schoolmaster.

they had known it for a long time, but Grassteiger says that everything must be done according to legal fonn. few days after the above occurrence the Judge ordered me to call a parish meeting to elect a priest. Every one


*' Shall we choose him from among the laughed over this. But there isn't one pitch-makers and charcoal-burners? that would be fit for it, though any man would be learned enough for us Winkelers." We must help ourselves, the owner of the forest has said;

and that we have done. The hermit from the Felsenthal



the priest of





The Feast of St. Martin, 1820. Her last Slie was ninety years old.

wish was that after her death strong, nailed shoes should be put on her feet; she would be obliged to traverse the road back to earth many times to see how her children and grandchildren were faring. And the road was full of sharp



the first one


will rest in

our new forest

burying-ground. We Winkelstegers have no grave-digger. We could not maintain one, and besides no one dies here until his last So a few wood-cutters are obliged ta groschen is spent. come and do this work. They charge nothing for it. They are glad if they can crawl out of the grave again, well and

During the mass for the dead the coffin stood quite alone upon the hard ground before the church. A little bird flew hither, hopped upon the coffin-lid and pecked and pecked and then fluttered away again. After the mass we carried Russ-Kath up to the grave which had been prepared for her. The family stood about
gazing fixedly into

was over, the priest spoke briefly. The words which impressed me the most were these ** By the death of our dear ones we gain fortitude to bear the

When the burial

and a calm, perhaps even a joyous, death. Each hour is one step toward our meeting again and until that gate of reunion is opened for us, our departed ones live on in the sacred
adversities of this

anticipation of our



peace of our hearts."

He is well able to expound it. Indeed, we all feel it also,, but do not know the words by which to express it. He has not forgotten his vocation, although he has lived for years,
in the Felsenthal.

we, the priest and I, had thrown a few clods of earth upon the coffin, Russ-Bartelmei, very sad, came to us and asked what his mother had done that we should fling


dirt after her.


then explained to him that it signified a last act of love, and that earth was the only offering which one could bestow upon the dead. Thereupon Bartelmei began to shovel in the earth until not a trace of the white coffin could be seen, and the people
took the spade from him to fill the grave. After the funeral they retired to Grassteiger's inn, where they refreshed themselves with brandy, just as the ancients
offered libations after laying their dead to rest. The little grave in the burying-ground was

scarcely the baptismal font in the church was opened. closed in one The first death and the first baptism in one day



Over the same forest path where a few hours before the coffin was carried, two women brought a new-born babe from the Lautergraben. The child is a granddaughter of Russ-Kath and belongs

Anna Maria. Some one knocks at the church door, requesting baptism, and the name of the child is to be Katharina. Her grandmother's name shall not be denied her, although we have

the choice of all the saints in heaven.

Winter, 1830.

During all the sixteen years since I have been in the Winkel forests, I have seen no such snow as we have this For days not a single child has come to school. winter. The windows of my room resemble battlements. Should this state of things last much longer, we shall all be snowed in

From here to the parsonage a path is shoveled together. twice a day, passing by Grassteiger's house, where we, the Each prepares his priest and I, take our midday meal.
own breakfast






evening we always meet

either at the parsonage or at the schoolhouse. I wonder how the people are faring over at the Karwasser and the Griiben! There the snow-storms are much

need of writing out my thoughts and feelings. In order to relieve myself from the oppressive I inacti\'ity. refined by suffering. However. He is one of the few who. about the condition of things over there. their world is within their huts. There are many huts in the Griiben where We are anxious the men have not been ^dth their shovels. Today the priest bound snow-shoes on his feet in order to But the snow was too soft. I have my zither. and some sturdy wood-cutters are to carry them to the sick people in the make visits among the sick. so that the people may help one another. but were obliged to perform their labor a second time on their return.THE FOEEST SCHOOLMASTER more furious than in the Winkel. to see what had been the fortunes of this parish since its beginning. as he has confided in me. for in our priest I have found a friend in whom I can confide unreseiwedly. I have the new violin given to me by the priest on my last birthday. But now nothing interests me. telling me the strange storj^ of his life before we were even acquainted. I find that nothing has been written for ten years. and he was obliged to turn back. in the Karwasser. Now he is making up little bundles from our landlord's stores. Lautergriiben. opened today the chest which is under the bench by the stove. the snow-bound people over there will not suffer. and it is impossible to keep the paths open. There may have been reasons for this interruption in my records. For hours at a time I walk up and down the room and wonder what the outcome of this A\dnter A\dll be. to another. These are short days and yet so long. and even from one hut They succeeded in breaking the path in one direction. and took out the leaves of my old journal. The sible to priest has engaged all the workmen that are accesmake paths in the Lautergriiben. I have other things with which to distract myself. I no longer felt the . 295 Just now many poor souls are lying sick in their huts.

and says poor people should not marry. Thine is the power. while their supply of food grows less. Those who are sorrowful gaze into his eyes and find comfort there. woods * * * and Am I responsible? No. He sacrifices himself.296 THE GERMAN CLASSICS have emerged from the entanglements and mistakes of the world pure and noble. no. whose family increases from year to year. wind has arisen and gently released the light There have been a few mild days. he leads them not by words alone but by his deeds. His hair is no longer black. his face is earnest. but tliey have knelt before me in the now the whole family is starving. my God. sided. The Holdenschlag priest understands life better than I. such as it was in former times. WALDLILIE IN THE SNOW Winter. wishing to install a new priest in his place. outcast men. His Sunday sermons he puts into practice during the week. Avho have always been swayed by sentiment. and the attempt was finally abandoned. We A during which the snow has settled and with snow-shoes we can now walk where we please. According to conventional ideas and customs. Winkelsteg is not acknowledged outside as parish and curacy. Berthold. and refused to recognize our Father Paulus. has taken to poaching. but simply as a settlement of half-savage. he is everything to the people. trees from their burden. But during this time a curious incident has taken place over in the Karwasser. and bright as the gleam of a rainbow. however. — . of years ago the church authorities brought up the question of our parish. A number Oh! but the Winkelstegers rebelled against such a change To offset this. Berthold and Aga are not married. the blessing which I gave them was of no significance! Oh. as at that time in the Felsenthal. The woods-people love him devotedly. 1830. The storm has subare relieved of a great anxiety.

and still no Lili. have already begged the forester to be lenient to the poor man. grant may not prove to be one as well. where are in tliis pitch-dark forest? Come home! " you straying How can the weak voice of the invalid reach the ear of the wanderer through the wild snow-storm? The darker and stormier the night becomes. " herself in bed. through poverty. my that this grown I to be a lawbreaker. So Berthold has become a poacher. the stronger is Berthold 's longing for venison and the deeper his . night approaches. it is Berthold 's intention In such weather to go up into the forest with his gun. Berthold who. up with moss. the father is eager for game. For the goats in the house have been killed and eaten. The children are already ciying for their milk. way. The profits of woodI have cutting do not go far in a house full of children. But it grows dark and Lili has not yet returned. one need not seek far to find the deer. Lili. The windows are banked It is a dark -wdnter evening. milk. The fall of snow becomes heavier and denser. Whenever he sent him what I can in the way of food. until the eldest daughter. as far as possible. Avishes a nourishing broth for his sick wife and a bit of meat for the children. and that which has happened during these wild winter days has made him weep aloud. But up to the present time there has been no change for the better. shall return with the Aga. assuring the former that Berthold would certainly improve and that I would be responsible for him. as herder. the fresh flakes fall upon the old Berthold is staying with the children and the sick snow. was such a good and happy lad has. outside. wliich she has gone to beg from a neighbor in Hinterkar. the mother raises " Lili! " she cries. Child. he shoots the deer that come in his And as misfortune often changes one's character.THE FOREST SCHOOLMASTEE as in 297 youth I have already committed one crime. for he loves his Waldlilie above everything. defiance and love for his family. and as soon as Lili arrives.

obliged to use all his strength to regain pass. sits the sweet. Finally. She is a delicate twelve-year-old girl. surrounded by a family group of six deer. He then goes to the other wood-cutters and begs as no one has ever heard this man bog before that they will come and help him seek for his dead child. as she could no longer face the drifting snow. to be sure she knows the paths and the ravines. is calling through the stormthe wind blows the snow into his eyes swept wilderness. she crept into the dry But she was not long alone. for of this human being they were not afraid. pale Waldlilie. old and young. Lili had indeed been there three days ago and had started in good time on her homeward way with her jug of milk. The child had lost itself herself in the ravine on her way home. Berthold at last succeeds in reaching the neighbor's hut. her with their mild eyes full of intelligence and sympathy. they sniffed al)Out the girl and gazed at tliicket to rest. so that the young trees groan with the weight. And now two days is hut — — On firs the evening of the same day they find Waldlilie. This hope is shattered on the third day. the latter concealed by the darkness. the man leaves the house to seek for his child. upon the hard pine-needles on the ground. For hours he wanders about and mouth. in a dark tangled tliicket of young and pines. They comfort themselves with nearly the thought that Lili is surely with the neighbor. before a herd of deer.298 THE GERMAN CLASSICS anxiety for his Waldlilie. when. after a long struggle through the drifts. *' My Waldlilie lies buried in the snow! " Berthold cries. Her eves had scarcely begun to close. In a wooded ravine. nibbled . lay near her upon the ground. through which no flake of snow can force and above which the mass of snow has piled and drifted. he the hut. and. joined her. but the former are covered with snow. It was a most marvelous occurrence. the storm abates and Berthold's snow-bound. They remained with her.

he would be. assisting in the search for the child. the thicket was their winter home. while " Did I not old Eiipel. and when Berthold heard how the creatures of the forest had saved his little daughter and '' I will had kept her from freezing. Such a journey into the mountains beneficial. lilie 299 by her The next day the snow had enveloped them all. come here. Waldsat in the dim light and drank the milk wiiich she was have carried to her family. Winter. I will make a note of it and write to his father soon. And just as Waldlilie was about to lay herself down to die and in her simplicity was begging the deer to remain faithfully by her side in the last hour. This Waldlilie is very gentle and as white as snow. nestling against the good creatures to keep from freezing in the chilling air. raising their heads and pricking up their ears. 1830. apparently undisturbed presence. and saw her eyes are like those of the deer. they suddenly began sniffing in a most curious manner. it myself. If only the half were true which is told concerning him. scattering in all directions. called out say. " come here. indeed. licked one another. is sometimes very . he cried out wildly: " And his I live! never do it again as long as gun mth which he had been shooting the game for many years he dashed I to pieces against a rock. a wild fellow. No sensible human being would act thus. then with wild leaps and startled cries they burst through to the thicket. who was also there. for we may find her with the deer! Thus it happened. for the priest and I were in the Karwasser. The men forced their way through the : snow and underbrush and with a shout of joy discovered the cliild. Thus the terrible hours passed.THE FOEEST SCHOOLMASTER the trees. The reports about our master's son do not cease. Hermann should visit our forest and see how poor people live.

it. I have no desire to live in it myself. beautiful mansion. 1831. the There are a number of wretched great house is filled. who have not troubled themselves about me for twenty But I have years. How much can the old lady have had? I know she was rich. and Markus Jiiger. Today I have received news of the death of my relative. already beginning to design houses which are to be built from the proceeds of my inheritance. and the girl is growdng fond of the lad so they coquette with one another . creatures wandeiing about in the Winkel woods. '' Very good. but they continue in their gazing all the same and think they have the right. by degrees. indeed." says the priest. be only one groschen. And I shall welcome many others. and Joseph Ehrenwald. a right which Lazarus declares they will never relinquish. who is blind. childless Frau Brnnnhiitter. She always meant well by me. who has been injured by a falling tree. Old acquaintances. In Winkelsteg I shall erect a large. Spring. nothing soul. is Lazarus Schwarzhiitter often seen casting loving glances at Grassteiger's little daughter. Now my last relative is at all And — by my should it dead. larger than the parsonage.300 THE GERMAN CLASSICS The Winter Season. although the priest has forbidden the young people to do this. Certainly it is his privilege to preach. but she wasted everything in games of chance. She has made me her heir. congratulate me upon my inheritance. until. " ' ' they shall be united even though they afterward regret January 14. heard no further particulars. I am pleased that she thought of me. . or. 1831. and I shall ask the old. Aunt Lies. Sometime I shall give a little room in this house to the invalid Reutmann from Karwiisserschlag. and the sick Aga from the Karwiisser. I have the plans all completed. But as I am long as I remain schoolmaster.

. and I will not let you go I do not need to pay for the land now. to how they have laughed and ''It is as wept. though the one another: and this is his harp. as though dreaming of his youth. The priest has confided something to me which seems to cause him anxiety. if the money goes far enough. When in summer the white-bearded man is sitting motionless upon some hill-top. is The inheritance that my aunt won I shall give the pleasantest room in the new almshouse to old Riipel. without sad and lonesome surroundings in addition the merry world should look in at all the windows and " " You still say: belong to me." were speaking through To be sure the old man has not much to offer now. like his songs. often Holy G-host saying him. as at present I viding . are becoming in murmurs his songs. he looks from the distance like a bunch of Edelweiss. He . unintelligible. The poor man is really quite deserted. An almshouse is drearyenough. and he has really become quite childish. But the report large sums of money at play. in former times. and his fingers wander over the strings as he His words.THE FOREST SCHOOLMASTER 301 I shall place a doctor and medicine at the disposal of these people. He has bent a piece of wood. He rests it against his breast. to fulfil all the wishes which I have formed and nourished in the wilderness that no one is entirely unselfish. that is. He sings foolish love songs and children's ditties. For his rhymes the people pay him now with scarcely a bit of bread. says it is possible that I may become a rich man. Then I will invite in jesters and musicians who understand pro- all kinds of entertainment. across which he has stretched straws for strings. air. they have been edified by his cheering and uplifting songs on festive occasions. ! am merely building my castle in the has not yet arrived. They have forgotten how. and as such I would probably go forth into the world. more and more keeping They are no longer mth the people or with the circumstances.

1831. for I wish to die in peace. I will greet your parents for you. now they leave me to die in poverty. old. All is vanity. Who in former times would have thought that the hermit from the Felsenthal could have become what he now is? The inactivity after such a stirring life. During my illness I . yet many-sided and significant life of a forest parish in its infancy and loneliness could have saved him. my only kinsman." A DYING SON OF THE FOREST Winter. "Until death '' Your loving aunt " Elise. even the strongest men are ill. God only have been thinking over everything. which is far away from the Winkel is forest. the. A terrible epidemic is raging in the Winkel woods. : " takes Many thousand kisses for you. but now I beg you to take it back and to forgive me. 1831. I took it from you. my dear. and helpless. I have undoubtedly done you a wrong and I beg your pardon. then do not come away from there. Only the great troubles of a forest priest. and I must say one more word if you are in the mountains. It consists of three officially forwarded groschen and a : letter from my Aunt " " I Lies. April 1. But She it could not be fulfilled with money. am sick. It has come about in a wonderful way. When God me to Himself in heaven. You knows where.isolation from people might well have made him insane. This money weighs upon my mind more than all else it is your christening-money.302 THE GERMAN CLASSICS This communication has cost me a restless night. which : is as follows Dear Andreas are in the mountains. only the cares and petty monotonous. which you would have sent to your father in heaven. our graveyard is becoming too small and we are unable to secure the services of the grave-diggers. God bless you. She Why should I demur? My wish is married. to Today my inheritance has been me. I have searched my heart and in truth I have found there one desire. is fulfilled. In prosperous days my friends remained true to me. . happy.

preceded by the woman wdth her lantern and little bell. for every one is ' ' There's trouble over in the Lautergriiben. However. blocking the path and drifting The into all the folds of our clothing. ** I am Anna Maria Holzer. although the tones are lost in the storm. without. frozen branches of the trees. the woman begs me to ring the bells. woman hastens on ahead. and the people in the village have gone to their rest once more. even though the Baron has advised him not to trouble himself with worldly cares. after watching the pair for awhile. '' don't know Bartelmei is dying. and the reflection from the red glass of the lantern dances up and dowm upon the snowy ground. praying." says the priest. as he is sleeping one night in his own warm bed. It is a cliffs stormy winter night. so that others may pray for the dying man. . " calls a voice from the darkness ''It's too sir! bad. men." " Who is it out there? " asks the priest. for the story which was told him was not under the seal of the confessional. are kneeling before their doors. I. there comes a sudden knock on the window. And as the priest now comes out and walks away among the houses. too. We what to do. Bartelmei is going to leave us. sitting with the sick people in the most distant huts. caring for their bodies as well as for their souls. But I will write down that which happened to the priest on this night. the wind sweeps across the and whistles through the bare. He need not toll the bells. Will you help us? My brother asleep. A fine snow whirls about us. while the little bell which she carries rings incessantly.THE FOREST SCHOOLMASTER 303 The priest is away from home night and day. up the schoolmaster that he may make ready the lanterns and the sacrament. heavy with sleep. As our Father Paul stands by the bed of the sick man." " But wake *' I am coming. At last. return to my room.

so soon I said dying to her at her deathbed. My body will be properly cared for. if you must die now. He denied me something which. then God in heaven is doing a most cruel thing. robe? I'm sure that everything will come out Why are you bothering to put on your white No.304 THE GERMAN CLASSICS we have both grown gray! " The priest warns the old charcoal-burner not ** Do you remember. Father. But I should like to know. Marian. and in wliicli the soul of man lives on forever. When Marian Sepp was and she was to have been mine.' said I. to tell the truth. . all right. and I should like to know it before my death what the other world really is which everybody says has no end. ''And can you remember what I said to you then: that I too had my troubles and that sometime a priest might do me a great service? That time has now come. When a man is nearing his end. there is no need of that. And if if you have to leave us and . all know anything about ' it either. I believe in nothing any longer. let us finish up the affair as quickly as possible." The " Why priest seeks to soothe and comfort the man. Marian. Marian. Father. how you the latter says: came into the Karwasser? Do you remember! It's long ago we both have seen much since then and. he doesn't want to do anything unnecessary. I beg you to sit down. to excite himself by exhausting conversation. I'll say at once. but my soul. Nothing definite can be learned about it. my love. and I have to remain alone all my days. it is — — ' ' — — not at sure that they now. by my soul. and even though we may believe what other people say. I am not much on matters of faith. I am lying on my deathbed. "I'm not at all wor- ried or afraid. " asks all that? Bartelmei. God Himself is to blame for my having been brought so low. LQ His almighty power He might have granted me so easily! I can talk about it now.' I said. God pardon me! that — — — is as black as the devil. I have already arranged with EhrenwaldFranz to make a coffin for me. by my faith. Father.

Freed from the dust of this earth she went to God.' Marian promised. And since then it I believe in nothing any more. and tell me about it. Father. you may indeed believe it. are not divided The entrance into a wall. Therefore your presumptuous request to the dying . "Anything else? Vol. — has been it Father. my dear Bartelmei. and if she could have come I know she would have done so. interrupts the sick man. and so I had you dragged out of your warm bed. if you can. finally saj^s : was forgotten and all memory of this earthly life exting-uished. now the door Avill open and Marian will appear and say: Yes. I should like to arrange other people do. that nothing temporal can exist there. Bartelmei. by eternity is death in death we lay aside all that is temporal. it "svill all be right. which we may cross at will. Well I have been a secret. it is all right." the charcoal-burner stops.THE FOREST SCHOOLMASTER 305 you enter eternity as soon as we have buried you. doesn't trouble me any more. " asks the priest." it Never mind. I've not much more time. if only for a few moments. But there is another difficulty. I cannot help she was dead and gone. but I w^ll out with it a poacher." He is silent and listens to the roaring of the winter storm. come back to me sometime. I earnestly beg you to intercede for me. Here XVI— 20 . then do me the favor and. For a while the priest gazes into the flickeiing flames and — * ' ! — — " Time and eternity. for eternity is so long. Be that as it may. that I well know. I 've not been what I should have been howgirl * ' ' ' * * . that I may know what to believe. After she died. I have stolen many a deer from the owner of : the forest. I could not sleep for many nights and I was always always thinking. I'm not at peace with myself. just as ever. and my now. there is an eternity over yonder and you have an immortal soul ** "What do you think? did she come? She did not come. affairs properly. now.

you must. The priest takes his hand and promises him. conversation would not have been necesarrested me. in a few kind words. But no matter. who knows. but not until too alter matters. after my restless life death. ** late to Now." says Anna Maria. He then pronounces absolution to the sick man. I was going to ask you to beg the Baron's forgiveness." returns is the answer. how far away.306 THE GERMAN CLASSICS Isn't that n What! Father. a priest who home without having administered . I can never do it now. but I always kept thinking I would wait a little know while. then he cannot but go straight to the woods with his gun. if it were true. truly. Thus does and now " *' It isn't necessary. this is settled. I might perhaps need something more from the forest. I should have done it myself. thank you very much. Our priest asks liim if he wishes to receive the holy sacrament. '* Well. Better wait and do it all at once. and Father." says Bartelmei with a weak voice. telling him in Christian lan- guage that I have indeed repented. I might quietly slip into heaven. I should be glad myself. long ago. no matter how long he may resist the temptation. but w^hen on a feast day a man wants a bite of meat with it. brother. He can't help it. ** — about eternity. of nothing else. and to ask pardon twice would be unpleasant. sick man. to obtain pardon from the Baron. and if. 'tis a great If the game wardens had ever pity. " a pleasant thing to do ! and bitter 'Twould be such the deep need and the longing for faith hope express itself in the poor. but ho can 't help it. I feel death approaching. Thank you. But I have waited much too long. you will be so kind and make everything all right." cold water. this Ah! but I'm tired now. They revive him with sary and I should not be obliged to ask such a favor of you. The Baron is. " But you must. this is the way it was: to be sure the charcoal business jdelds a bit of bread. I enough " ! cries the okl man " . now. this by my soul.

girl. He turns his eyes " toward the light. you believe in God and in the immortality of the soul. and with a weak voice "Was I childish. saying: age. to yourself or not.THE FOREST SCHOOLMASTER the sacrament will be followed 307 door! " ** " " You foolish woman. coffin. as coal-black Russ-Bartelmei I should not like to enter heaven. Bartelmei. Take care of your children. by devils to the very church After all. you. — I've already paid not take that they do poaching. why are you wandering about here in the dark night? Marian Do you " the message? bring me the message? He raises himself still higher. sister? I had such a strange says: dream! My head is so hot! I know that I can't last long. to keep the priest from being molested on his way home. stretched out his hands. I would gladly swallow the wafer. oughly. my to heart. always repeating the word " until he " finally sinks back upon his bed and Message! — ! : falls asleep. — I must say. saying: ''At last I have heard the right words. and with moist eyes he smiled. but I don't care about it. sister." Hereupon the priest fervently presses the hand of the '* You must not be proud in your old sick man. you! cries Bartelmei. you have the right idea. I have often been told." . now you are telling children's fables fit to make the priest laugh at you. it's the same to me and. shall be yours! heaven whether you acknowledge it Your heart is pure and the happiness of " Then the old man is said to have raised himself. it is a terrible sin to partake of the sacrament unworthily. You are honest and upright. God bless and see of you. —And be sure and wash me thorEhrenwald for the I feel such a burning in all After a while he opens his eyes. Will you be so good as Then the Grizzly to administer the sacrament to me? What is that? see there. see there! Terror may come — Marian! " suddenly cries Bartelmei. and whispers: Yes. but this I say to you. and then.

22. Not one of us who saw it has any further fear of death and we have vowed to ourselves strictly to fuHil our duty in accordance . They dressed him in his Sunday garments." for months. on account of having forbidden the brandy. the man w^as dead. When The church authorities are beginning to trouble us again. they say. Father Paul service in the sick-rooms and in the cemetery. with his example. 1832. is the surest means of preventing contagion. Schwarzhiitter and Juliana Grassteiger. March Our priest died today. Three Days Later. And a good.308 THE GERMAN CLASSICS the morning blow shimmered through the little window. Tlie epidemic The school has been closed now^ called " The Death. they wish to close his church. Our priest is not sufficiently orthodox. he taught — how to us in his last hours the most important of all things die. and laid him in the coffin. His sister's children sprinkled him with water from the woods. slight indis- He A position called him froiii the festivities to his like room wliich he never left again. 1832. . Yesterday we buried him. The people is are coming to the parish church in coffins. Like a smiling child he fell asleep. The report is going about that the priest is to blame for the sickness. faithful shepherd. The church which we have browns ! built in the sweat of our conducts the It is quiet enough there now^. Lent. brandy. contracted his last illness while ministering to the He liad pronounced tlie betrothal blessing of Lazarus sick.

count them if you can. there was no doubt that» by using the herbs. possession of his father's estates and thus he has come to be our chief. 1832. who look after the cattle and. he would regain his health. who had been an invalid for so many years. He requested me to forward the medicine. May. you old man! I feel as though the priest had taken me with him. you are not growing younger. pressible sons. He brought me a bundle of dried leaves. and then it occurred to the family to send them to the young Herr von Schrankenheim. which I gladly agreed to do. Strange reports are again being circulated about our young master. which has restored Aga's health. It and death have been has given the old forest singer also is silent. And now wilderness. 309 Andreas. and I will here record his end. Yesterday Berthold came to see me. while his children earn their bread by picking wild berries. but works industriously at wood-cutting. this time they are officially confirmed. ALPINE GLOW Corpus Christi. Up on the Breitsteinalm Kropfjodel owns a herdsman's And here during the summer live two of his irrehut. to pass away . Younger? Who has taught you to prate thus foolishly? Count the silver threads in your hair.THE FOREST SCHOOLMASTER From this time on. Lili had gathered and dried the leaves. Since the time that he found his lost child with the creatures of the forest he poaches no longer. which grow only over in the defile and possess a wonderful healing power. And Hermann has taken He is said to be an invalid. His life like a beautiful wild-rose in the me much pleasure to write out his strange sayings. 1832.

The old man had now become quite childish and. at the same time turning his weary eyes up toward the morning glow on the rocks. Riipel. and golden wine. a " golden harp. with his failing sight. He started in terror. pointing to the strange harp-strings. being glad to make himself serviceable in any way and realizing that he was no longer of use to other people. really gold. This was just what amused the lads. ''Have you been threshing straw. The old man turns. and had entertained them greatly with his songs and his straw harp. glowing you ai-e right!" Veit answers seriously. perpetrate all sorts of mischief. Suddenly a wild yell resounded in his ears. In the evening he always returned to the hut. where he was given food and allowed to sleep in the haymow. The old man looked at them with a good-natured smile. was pitiable indeed. and perhaps more! Klaus urges. " up there! cliffs. damp with dew. And the old man tremb- lingly points to the " that is it off?" "Yes. playing upon his straw harp. Riipel had been stajang with the lads of late. he whispers confidentially: "Don't you know the proverb old? The morning's mouth is filled with gold. " " You might get a whole basketful. and buy a golden table. Early one morning old Eiipel was sitting before the door upon a stone. why don't you climb up and scrape Riipel looks at them in surprise. laughing. Riipel?" Veit asks. " Up there is gold.310 THE GERMAN CLASSICS the time. " then you would be able to build yourself a golden castle. " The its teeth will not last long! shepherd-lads shout with laughter at this foolish joke." " Then " You don't mean it! " Klaus replies mockingly. . and a golden wife! . and saw the two boys standing beside him. and holding his hand to his lips. ''And so early! " adds Klaus. who made him the butt of all their jests and he did not dislike it.

his legs hang- . The old man sat awhile motionless. gazed up at the cliffs. so Klaus sprang like a monkey upon Veit's shoulders. they teased he was not there. but only in the figurative sense of the proverb and now. if When the old harpist was at home. The herd had been brought in from the pasture and was now safe in the stalls. He passes his hand over his brow. him . '' I'll show you how to play upon this " Veit answered. which they called foxes. passing his hand over the strings. The lads were always gay. his eyes glistening. all radiant with light. I say. On the evening of the same day the two shepherd-lads were once more merrily performing their household tasks before the hearth of their hut. ! ' ' I pray.THE FOREST SCHOOLMASTER 311 **A golden harp! " murmurs Riipel. ruined — his harp." These words only provoked the youthful tormentors to further mischief. they teased each other. Not did he until the sun was shining brightly on the rocks above He hung the bent branch with the broken straw over his shoulder. do not make fun of it. donkey This contempt for his harp causes a shadow to fall upon the countenance of the old man. and endeavored to arouse himself from his dream he could not believe His only possession. rise. \\'iped his eyes with both hands. On this day Riipel was still absent. but particularly so in the evening. He himself had first spoken of the golden morning. because they fried them until they were brown. could it really be truel ''And this straw you can put in the manger for Grass- — teiger 's cries impudent Veit. He stared at the broken harp. and with faltering steps tottered away toward the precipice. . gleaming in the sunshine like molten gold. they had that it was time. The lads then darted away. ** My harp. harp! and breaking them in pieces with a rattling noise. leave that alone. They made themselves flour dumplings. his all. over which the water fell and rippled. rode upon his neck.

the place with rakes and Now. they placed it upon Riipel 's bed in the haymow. who is riding? One donkey rides another. and the morning air had kissed the clouds from the sky. ! merrily into the trough. trickling water. they barricaded. and the brook splashed . TIow comforting is the But in the stream a blood-red cool. which would requite him for all the rest. might spin silver strings for the harp from his long beard. and if they only could kiss some young girl. And when they awoke the bright sunbeams were already peeping . Klaus went to the herd in the stable Veit left the house. would encourage the growth.312 ing THE GERMAN CLASSICS down in front. they thought. his nose and grumble until at last he came upon the bump dumpling. Veit industriously combed his disheveled locks with his fingers. when the old man returned. But the old man's bed was still barricaded with rakes and pitchforks. putting a piece of dumpling into a wooden bowl. In doing this they were again seized wdtli mischief. and held both hands under tlio spout. that. Riipel. forming — . and the food remained untouched. Donkey. A bird was warbling gaily upon the gable of the hut. bright and laden with dew. and cried: and Veit retorted: '' Thus the lads amused themselves. Veit went to the spring. The mountain people like so well to bathe their hands and faces in the cold water. They already aspired to whiskers. which swam and curled. which causes all drowsiness to disappear and the eyes and heart to become bright bright as the young day. and with the soot from the pan painted moustaches on their faces. On this night the boys slept particularly well. through the cracks in the wall. Then they ate their dumplings. according to the proverb. And what a glorious day it was The fields and the woods were fresh. and so." '* '* The old man had not yet arrived could the joking in the morning have offended him? The boys did not like to talk about it. They felt a slight remorse. he would pitchforks. Veit! thread was spinning itself.

forcing their way through narrow. and near them the bow made from the pine-bough. and said in an undertone ! ' ' : '' 'Tis "A blood!" chamois must have fallen into the stream above. wet with dew. Veit hastened into the stable Klaus. is something strange in the water today Klaus ran to the spot. They discovered two straws fastened together. Frightened." replied Veit. KHaus." enough '* " come up Veit was as pale as death. looked. they clambered up the steep precipice. On the bushes is "Here of the cliff hung a number of torn below. the lad withdrew his hands and gazed into the water until more threads and filaments appeared. look!" Klaus cried suddenly. come quick there ' ' : .THE FOREST SCHOOLMASTEE 313 Utile rings in the hollow of his hand. then separated and scattered. abyss — — in and broken straws. they heard a roaring sound. in the depths of the abyss lay the old man. The lads spoke not a word to one another. and the depths of the His head was crushed. they struggled through raspberry -bushes and underbrush. ''Strange that Rupel hasn't come home yet!" Klaus "It vdW be easy declared. Over his right hand the water was trickling. something. higher and higher and hurrying more mth every step. the water had now : become clear again. in his left hand he rigidly held a branch of an Alpine rose-bush. . " the gorge with me! They walked along the little stream. for they were approaching the spot where the water fell like a golden ribbon over the sunny cliff. gloomy defiles which had been torn asunder by the water in violent storms or hollowed out in the course of time. and a little later he added to find out if it is chamois' blood. t\vined and merged into one another. Deep and deeper the sunbeams penetrated among the silent rocks." he said. the two lads climbed.

The old people have died. No one in the Winkel forests seemed so poor as this man. and the branch. living tree. and yet no one was so strange being. the poor old man had plunged over the cliff into the defile below. and when. its embodiment in this Upon Father the Paul's grave stands a cross. while doing this. While falling. The school has been closed for a few weeks. with which to make himself a new hai-p and. the younger ones I have instructed. But the birds in the tree-tops sang a melodious slumber song to their brother. a short time ago. Thus ended the life of the forest singer. wlio is better suited to he enters into the sports in the tavern and the bowling-alley. they will consolitude the natural lot of a schoolmaster. There were not many people present. had remained in his hand. Autunm. Upon the singer's made from mound I 1834. When ordering the new prayer-book from The new the people . The children are assisting at the harvest this has ripened late and must now be garnered before the frosts. but not to be my companions. the capital. wood of an ancient pine. The sacred gift of folk-song found all-powerful. rich. sider am my my priest is a young man.p 314 THE GERMAN CLASSICS So they found liim. he had evidently tried to hold himself by the rose-bush. I should like once more to climb the Graue Zahn that I might look out over the world. their instructor. some playing- . I am living a veiy retired and solitary life. The rocky heights are already covered with snow. I . On this Corpus Christi festival we laid him in the ground. Who could tell how he came to his death? Perhaps he was searching up there for the gold of the Alpine glow. with its one brilliant blossom. I shall sit upon lonely bench. but now they desert me. old and gray. he also sent for cards. mysterious. plant a young.

that I have had the happiness to work profitably for the common weal.THE FOREST SCHOOLMASTER Lazarus and his 315 mfe Juliana have become owners of the Grassteiger inn. telling me to be content. WALDLILIE IN THE LAKE Feast of the Assumption. no longer content with fustian and drilling jackets. sleepless nights. I — am the violin from the wall and scrape the strings that the ghosts disappear. few hours. to strive constantly for the perfecting of my own life I am surrounded by the glory of may And . snatch I spend many bed. . and I have learned to know the minds of great men through my books. and I shall still achieve much." they say. the strings whisper comforting words.. rule the writing-books. ago I received a letter from my former pupil. 1835. nature. for there are those in the parish who. they carry on the business and sell tobacco and all kinds of trifles. according to my strength. " to have something especially fine to wear. and perfonn a number of small split duties in the church. just for the But I notice this desire soon novelty of it. content. And then I hear a voice saying: hast mistaken thy way. vn. our present master. one with the pallor of days *' Thou death upon it. and while lying idly in haunted by maddening memories of former my one face of youthful beauty. I 1835. close my eyes. receives another name. a little kindling-wood." . thou mightest have lived in splendor and happiness. this fills neither my time nor my am and then. I teach a not yet so advanced in years and I am still at work.. Summer. I spring from my couch. point the quills. An A few days unexpected event has recently occurred. They also keep cloths of foreign manufacture.

Her- On as I should not have recognized him. were Hermann wrote unspeakably repugnant to him. for people. he himself did not know. especially those of the city. I was seized with anxiety lest we should not find shelter for the night. but on my communicating my fears to him.316 THE GERMAN CLASSICS that he had used the herbs. where. Suddenly the idea occurred to me. Weary of the world. day mentioned I arrived at the appointed place and there awaited the master of the forest. he burst into a laugh and strode onward. which he was unable to overcome. trodden only by deer. . and since then the condition of his health was somewhat improved. his former tutor. He still remembered me. His greeting was polite. to be his guide in the mountains and on a certain day to meet — him in the village of Grabenegg. sometimes gloomily and defitrack of the deer. and he begged me. but he. sometimes with the eagerness of the hunter on the I did not know where the man \^ashed to go or what he desired. This had suggested to him the advisability of visiting the mountains. on the contrary. at the first glance addressed me as Andreas. The road extended as far as the rocky mountain-pass. that being probably a peculiarity of his nervous state. what if [ might be wandering with a madman! Had the Graue Zahn fallen antly. although the poor man showed plainly that he w^as surfeited mann's appearance thoroughly alarmed me. My companion walked ahead. with which he was not yet acquainted and of spending a few days here in the mild early autumn. which I had sent him from the wood-cutter. with life. who also came the I agreed. gleaming glaciers lay. Here Herr von Schrankenheim sent back the carriage and over the rough paths. as well as my services in the Winkel forests. we entered the wilderness. having driven over in a hired carriage. His intention would be to travel alone. then proceeded with him toward our mountains. he wished to seek restoration in the wilderness and in the primeval freshness of the Alps. upon the heiglits.

to devise ! . such as are erected by the chamois- hunters. Not far from the spring. We ate the food which we had brought with us and drank the water from the spring. endeavoring sick man to some human habitation. but I was unable to stop him he would pause only for a moment at the edge of the precipices. I am ill. of feigned : And refreshing! refreshing! after a while he looked at me ' * — ! tears — pfui! " I watched the whole a means of taking the poor. as at last in the gathering twilight he exhausted beside a mountain spring. I have no desire to lie in a metallic coffin. my heart could not have beaten more quickly than at this thought. I begged and warned the Baron. we should be obliged to cross the mountains. cast one glance into the abyss below and then hasten forward. my companion leaned back against the mossy wall murmuring: " " How How and said Friend. it savors of pomp. the man awoke. I have found is it not? I have led a wild life very wild that man is not a toy! And now at last I have fortunately escaped the doctors.THE FOREST SCHOOLMASTER at 317 my feet. But here I shall be healed. And under wilderness. to reach Winkelsteg. night. Andreas To my relief he soon fell asleep. " " said: Good-morning. between the two walls of the defile. I made this roof. I thank you for being with me. in the midst of the terrors of the a fire and from moss and branches pre- pared a bed for the Baron. upon fell his forehead. His limbs trembled and great drops stood . after I had made a new fire and the sun was already shining through the chinks in the wall. In that hour I promised God everything. everything if He would but lead us to a shelter. This is the water which the wounded stag drinks. The next morning. When the meal was over. and looking about him in astonishment. of gold and silk. He heard my prayer. We were in a remote place and. I discovered a hut.

On leaving thicket trembled dew-drops. restless and forlorn and without aim. — — softly veiled in bright sunbeams. their roaring heard by no human ear. A gleam. green. precipice upon precipice up to the highest peaks and cones and spires which pierce the blue sky above. But this air is heal" me this blessed air! pure. slopes upward from the gray. wish to climb the high mountain which they call the Graue Zahn. milk-white and slender as a thread. the light was so dazzling. the dark mountain forest. ing had escaped from men in the world without. ever varying in form. we were obliged to shade our eyes The branches with our hands. for the sound . Suddenly a flood of light filled the forest and each tree stretched out its arms silently and wonderful picture. Hermann smiled and we proceeded on our way. In the distance are waterfalls. shone between the tree trunks and a cool breeze fanned our cheeks." he said. black the banks of the eastern side. stretch away in a great half circle. reverently pointing to a A peaceful lake lies at our feet. On the opposite shore towers a massive wall of rock. Can you not accompany me and arrange to take one or two men with us? He " Yestei'day was a bad day. The mountains. gloriHere below are grassy slopes ous beyond all description. I was overcome with all the pain of my misery. which already reflected the sunlight through the trees. stretching far into the who can tell the color? On distance. " I should like once to look do\\Ti upon this world from a high place.318 THE GERMAN CLASSICS I then began to prepare for the journey. green . of the pines were a golden red and in the shadow of the — oh. the hut. looking for their mates and their breakfast. dotted with tufts of juniper-bushes.\m\ velvety. The birds were holding a jubilee and squirrels were frisking about. I wandered. blue. The dry leaves of a young beech were gently swaying in the mild morning air. as of water. behind which are piled crag upon crag. pebbly beach. through the wilderness. endeavoring to escape from myself as I Have no anxiety on my account.

a mermaid God knows. undulating shoulders were like snow-white marble. and above all tower the massive weather-beaten rocks. Yes. I had already beheld similar scenes. A young." my companion remarked." By these words I perceived that Hermann had an intelli'' gent eye for nature. A emerged. it was enough to make one a poet The Baron. their dark recesses filled with snow. silent and sinister in their eternal repose. a human head . And on the distant heights. indeed. shining glaciers softly lean against the red gleaming sides of precipices. absorbed in the endless picture his trembling lips inhaled the air of the lake. but the softly molded. An now eagle. nevertheless the — glory of this one quite overwhelmed me. where the bushes dipped into the lake. eyes. '* This lake so smooth today. on which the chisel of Time is constantly cutting. I see it still. '' Just see how far up the precipice the stones have been washed smooth by the waves." remarkable incident then suddenly occurred. being shorter-sighted than I. and in the same moment the figure sank out of sight and the alders swayed over the water as before. Below. But the Baron stood there like a statue. The water dripped from the long. soars into the blue ether now like a black spot. beautiful woman. the surface ! ! . farther on deep gorges. We then climbed dowTi to the shadv banks. engraving thereon a never-ending liistory and the inflexible laws of nature. I gazed into the lake. approached the apparition. The neck and throat were somewhat sunburnt. brown curls and blooming face.THE FOREST SCHOOLMASTER is lost in 319 space. although now it looks so mild and peaceful. Hermann gazed at me. each little stone clearly outlined in the crystalline air. the Graue Zahn above. where the water was splashing over the worn stones. beyond on the mountain sides are rockywastes and dry river-beds. this lake can become wild enough. must be very wild at times. like a silvery leaf the bird circles about the rocky : peaks. He gazed. see everything clear and distinct before my the lake below.

I have visions. This has made me very happy. Hermann said to me: ''My fate is sealed. After Waldlilie had escaped from us there by the lake. so Berthold has now taken his place and lives with his family in the AVinkelwarden's house." I answered. a sick man could . holding his head with both hands. A Few Days Later. Hermann has a thoroughly sound heart. In a few days the marriage ceremony of Berthold and Aga will be quietly celebrated in the church. Our forester died some time ago. The Baron. I have seen a fairy! " " That is no faiiy.320 of which THE GERMAN CLASSICS moved in soft rings and bubbles and dark lines. "it is the daughter of the wood-cutter who sent you the herbs. The Baron has arranged it. But the head of the maiden did not appear again." It was Waldlilie. Andreas. we finally restored her to life to her life of seventeen — years. inspecting our arrangements and drinking a great deal of our water. Nothing came of the proposed ascent of the Zahn. sprang to her feet and darted away through the forest. Take me to your Winkelsteg. I shall not climb the mountain. for who knew if she were able to swim. And thereupon the shy creature. Several minutes elapsed while with a beating heart I looked for the bather. cried: ''Andreas! my malady is returning. scarcely revived and having been clothed by our assistance." And here he remained three days. With our small experience. yonder trembling and rippling. Today the Baron rode away from Winkelsteg on Grass- teiger's white horse. and the thought suddenly flashed through my mind: "\Miat if the girl out of modesty had sought a grave for herself beneath the waves! After much anxiety and alarai I at last drew the unconscious child from the water. here smooth as a mirror. her fright giving her strength.

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he came to me in the schoolhouse and. I leave Happily her in your care. a workman from this place accompanying him.THE FOREST SCHOOLMASTER is 321 not act so promptly and with so much assurance. . had strayed away and disappeared. ! arrived. belong here! — — old father. Schoolmaster. for now Berthold and his XVI—21 . I have viewed it from ! above. then teach her. said: " Schoolmaster! She prized her maidenhood more than her life. how recklessly have they played with me You. was as minutely described as that my He It is all right. Nothing extraordinary has befallen me. then the clothing." Having shown by these significant words that a great change had taken place in his feelings. has merely visited his forest possessions. . On the day of his departure. full of splendor and beauty. drawing me down beside him on a bench. saying that the young Herr von Schrankenheim. too. Erdmann. have had the experience of looking up at the world from a lower station in life. Before he left. relieved I am. I have merely lived and have been unhappy. And keep my secret. he rode away toward Holdenschlag on Grassteiger's horse. as well as every detail concerning dear pupil Hermann. if not. Should she feel the want of learning. Erdmann. could I have believed that such a woman existed on earth? The shameless coquettes who dwell in palaces. he is the master of Winkelsteg! And And how Vol. I. then cherish and guard her as a wild-lily of the woods. of an escaped convict. for he had dressed himself like a mountain traveler. belong to this forest Andreas But I must now return to I. have become acquainted wdth it and had your fill. too. three search-warrants my . When I have recovered. God forbid that I should take her with me she does not know the world. He had probably gone to the mountains. Why should he travel in the exact manner of the rich? Thank God. which is quite a different side. who had long been suffering from melancholia. but as contemptible as the other. I will come again. But he a peculiar man notwithstanding. Schoolmaster. he ^vill return.

which he said me Waldlilie now comes to parting. she climbs the mountains to gather fruit ''All and plants. But then it is written on her forehead " evil is powerless before thee! She recently brought me a blue gentian with bright red stripes. Perhaps she never knew that I was one of the men who had surprised her at her bath in the lake. writing. conscience. There is also something still clinging to her which she caught from the deer on that long winter night. are partially explained. The occurrence must be like a dream to her. can think independently and is becoming lovelier every day. . and everything connected therewith as far as I understand these subjects She is very industrious and apt. Dost thou look at all thy pupils so closely? Oh. her graceful alertness and the eyes. upon to my at The obscure words of the Baron. school and we practice reading. she hastened ! : away. white.322 THE GERMAN CLASSICS They have weighed so heavily family are saved. she has cheered many a discouraged one ! by her sweet singing. and yet there are traces of the sun's kiss upon her round cheeks and fresh lips. If the priest were only living. *' Have you been by the lake again. Lilif " I asked. And it is beautiful how all the chil- dren in Winkelsteg know Waldlilie and cling to her. regardless of mid animals and vicious people. for she knows how to help them. let it never be mentioned again. Her name is more and more suited to her. She has comforted many a sad heart by her warm friendly words. and gentle. and had so alarmed her that she would have gone to her destruction had not one of us brought her to dry land. she is so slender. Turning as red as the stripes on the flower. for there is myself. such as grow only over in the glen. Andreas But then she pleases every one. what great pleasure he would take in such a nature And the girl is courageous. She is beloved by the poor. something lily-like about the girl.

when Hermann. now a grandfather. crisis. where one longs for the glories of nature and the inner worth of man. Summer. why does no one call me the Einspanig? The young wife afterward changed her mind and the summer villa now stands in the glen by the lake. Two days ago. Winter. she speaks with ple-asure and enthusiasm. 1837. and the pains which I have taken in the development of her intellectual powers have been richly rewarded. And thus it is fulfilled. The signs of it have been in the air since one as though day in the spring. Hermann wished to erect a summer villa. on the festival of our Lord's Ascension.THE FOREST SCHOOLMASTER But of the fine 323 young master of the forest. Hennann has fortunately passed the. newly awakened to powerful manhood. The forester. who has rescued her family from distress and poverty. . lives with his wife the entire year in this house. He no longer takes pleasure in the noisy. It is very lively there for a few weeks in the early autumn. but she could not visit the lake. although the term is entirely misapplied. The years pass by in monotony and solitude. It is fulfilled at last. him to abandon the idea. 1842. and the happy home of our master's family is watched over by the grim mountains. Over in the glen by the lake. arrived again in Winkelsteg and at once asked me concerning Waldlilie. and the brothers and sisters of Frau von Schrankenheim may hope for a better lot than was prophesied at their cradle. the master of the forest and Waldlilie were united in the church. dangerous He has now entered mature life. Waldlilie has become a wonderfully beautiful young woman. She was very fond of that begged region. rioting circle called by many the world. where he and his wife might spend a few But Waldlilie weeks every year in the early autumn.

In the house by the lake there is no more room. shall now go The little Reiter-Peter. And even though she goes away again. The three beloved groschen request inherited from my aunt and formerly to the little Peter. Thank God that our Winkelsteg is able to offer her a refuge in those times So I will not go away after all. I also stood godfather. ! . The general's wife. How it do not know. is coming. but. her breath will soften and consecrate the Alpine air. boy was born to Reitbauer in the KarThey brought him here to be baptized. they are breaking into palaces and barricading streets. Outside in the cities the troops are playing havoc. as the priest had gone away for a few days and the child was At the father's feeble. Winkelsteg.324 THE GERMAN CLASSICS old The Herr von Sclirankenheim was blessed with two grandchildren before he died in Salzburg in the winter of 1840. I feel that God means well by me. whom I have so foolishly adored. for it is no longer It has become quite hoarse. I will remain and be strong and not betray myself. The liglit of her eyes will illumine the dark wooded hills. and no one of use to me listens to it now. I administered a private baptism. 1848. my christening present. Hermann's beautiful sister. where she has dwelt. How gladly would I give him mine. will be my home. so she flees with her children to us. ! — he a sweet lad but has lost his . is a great misfortune has overtaken him voice by a fall from his bed. For that reason she is coming. Spring. 1843. wasser. Perhaps would be best to take a few weeks' vacation and go away this is going to affect me I from here. I will look straight into her eyes once before I die. my godchild. August Tonight a little 1.

but no one has thought to have the stones removed from the road. Of all her old mirrors with golden frames. 18487 Yesterday I wandered the whole day among the mounOn the w^ay I asked tains. kingdom of the it was all tow^ard the south. not one is so true or has so faithfully retained her glorious image to the present day as my heart has done. the. By my faith. but in vain. I need not . ants. but moon was shining. ready. the two children. stones Everything is out of the road. I saw her very plainly she has grown younger. I am only A Now they are here. I Alps. I have — never. I should not have recognized her. my window.THE FOREST SCHOOLMASTER We have built a beautiful high arch the house and decorated the 325 of pine-boughs before altar in the church with wreaths. For a day and two nights I have been digging the. Nearly all Winkelsteg w^as assembled on the square when they arrived. a dozen times Why are you climbing up here. The priest made an address of But I was welcome. you myself : old child? Upon I saw the summit I shall find the answer. and the servhave removed the stones. never yet beheld the sea. and I thought they were about to enter. She herself terfly. Such women have tenderer feet than those dwelling in the mountains. They say it is visible on a clear winter day. my eyes already weak. for they alighted directly in front of thoroughly alarmed. for they drove ii> carriages. thankful that the The people may laugh. and even ascended the Zahn. I hid myself in the schoolhouse. Often though as I have climbed up there. — June. She. Few Days Later. blue depths of the glen below where stands the manorI strained my eyes house by the black sheet of water. I gazed into the thought. Aside from . She was hardly out of her carriage before she w^as chasing a butBut it was her youngest daughter.

done. wood yonder. I will be polite and not but a single drop of old Rii pel's blood in my veins. The red neckerchief was Tie has given me . For whoni are you taking home the nosegay? For wife and child? Ah. flowers have given you more pleasure than they would afford her. must not see it! . but he contrived. I see that she is still lovely. is a to tlio village. I did not wash to sit for it. do tailonng. the After having made the result being most particularly well I remarkable. I would recite a poem appropriate to These were my thoughts it is astongiving the flowers that I am still so daring ishing When I reached the Lauterhohe. and finally he has even made a drawing of me. spikenard. Jacob. She will surely accept a bouquet of Alpine roses from me. like a love-sick lad. He exceedingly clever. Edelweiss. A brown cow stood there chewing my mounforce it upon her. mend shoes and draw. ! tain nosegay. but that one thing I still desire. late in the evening. until at last. can play on musical instruments. arnica. it he painted in colors. I started up and was about to strike the animal with my occurred to me: Good creature. I turned to see what had disturbed me. In descending I gathered a bunch of Alpine roses. My meditations were suddenly interrupted by something pulling at my hat. I came down windows were brightly lighted. dressed in all my finely. so God bless them to you She will drink your milk to make up for their loss. Had I ! . I have nothing more to wish for now. One of the lady's servants. her jack-at-all-trades.326 THE GERMAN CLASSICS this view. and other flowers and plants and pinned them on the front of my hat. I seated myself under a tree to rest. you stupid old man! But when I am away from her. perhaps my stick. I took my is seat on the l)lock of sketch. whicli h)ok at in the privacy of my room but the school children I think I will hide it. as I was up there on the Aim. nourishing when it ! When. the picture.

Fortunately a beggar was just passing the house. She already too old to be allowed childish pleasures. 1848. either from the dazzling light in the distance or the extreme change from heat to cold. and now most of the peasants in Winkelsteg are their own masters. Thus two beggars have been fed today. This summer I was on the mountain once more. for she would recognize no sister-in-law who carried about with her the odor of pitch. where he They have gone away.THE FOREST SCHOOLMASTER 327 I thought I should make the acquaintance of her children. out of pity. and so the food was not wasted. Today the lady gave a dinner to which the priest and A — — Grassteiger were invited. A slice from the roast and a glass of wine were sent to me. but is forbidden to do this. On this excursion. of black trousers and one white glove. the girl flowers is would like to spend her time in the meadows with the and beetles. for none of them recognize me when I pass them on the road. They are to be heartily congratulated. I thought I could almost catch a glimpse of the sea toward the south. God forgive me for still day or two ago Hermann came over from the glen to visit calling him by this name his sister. At the dinner. But their eyesight seems to have become very dim. The young gentleman is off with the horses and dogs. Jacob has left August. had sent had since supported me. Jacob told me that the two w^ere not on very friendly terms. they spoke of me. here for me a pair July. But it was only mist. I had once lived on charity for a time in her father's house. as a poor student. how I had then left the school and returned a vagabond. 1852. The lady then related to them how. me to the forest. The title-deeds to the land have at last been made out. I have . Jacob said. but they speak a foreign tongue which I do not understand. She excused herself on the plea of illness. whereupon her father.

well satisfied A\dtli the religious teaching. clever. but he will now endeavor to improve matters. I often sit a long time old trees. I shall n'ot always be here.328 THE GERMAN CLASSICS again brought on the serious trouble with my eyes. He has ordered prayers. thus making another link in the chain of human history. The children are capable of more than they thought they know the whole catechism by heart. in the school. and there are mons are as cutting as lye. Today a An He seemed public examination took place in the school. August 24. which has lasted for many weeks and liindered me in my work. The emperor and the pope are said to have issued a special edict for the salvation of souls. ecclesiastic from the chief town of the district was here. he did not even see me. he already plays on the zither and the Later I must teajch him the organ. no one will call me. and here the parish is being gathered. The Winkelviolin. Our priest has been replaced by a very young one. dead did not sleep so soundly! . hard is to realize the suffering caused by keeping every- thing to one's self. as to On arriving. he shook his head. I may sit here Would that the as long as I please. It is He must have some way of expressing his feelings. The latter says that the curacy has been sadly neglected. and religious procfessions. — His ser- many sore hearts. politely. Peter 1855. up in the burial-ground under tlie This grove has been preserved from the great forest. Since the arrival of the new priest I am quite superfluous He fills the hours with teachmg religion. I think tongue-tied Reiter-Peter should be taught a little music. will need music at the mass in the future as well stegers as now. he greeted me the rest. penances. and in Winkelsteg the devil has never been so — much talked about as at present. on leaving. 1856.

from where one can behold the glorious picture and. 1857.THE FOREST SCHOOLMASTER 329 Winter. 1864. No matter what one conand discloses nothing. but the young people are sliding upon their sleds and boards over the frozen snow. The people have pushed me aside. as with glowing eyes I am waiting for and cheeks they shout at their sport! — Reiter-Peter at the . when I should have been a sailor! ! — Christmas Eve. These forest-folk come into existence. fides to it. The little ones wear fur caps. live and die and not once in their lives do they climb the mountain. I have done my part and am content. the sea. The stretch of the road is short. when I play the organ for mass in the church. I cannot realize that I have experienced and written all this. and they stumble and puff and they are before they reach the top mth their sleds — . and in it stands a youth beckoning Heinrich! What is it? How foolish of me to have spent my whole life in the Winkel. and I desire nothing. diary is A a faithful friend. from a young man I have grown to be a poor old creature before whose half-blind eyes the notes dance up and down on the page. others fare no better. I became a younger one. Dear me. When forgets nothing I look through these records. on clear fifty years I For winter days. It is a strange histor>\ And who have I been! From the old man that I felt myself to be when I entered these forests. he is coming mth his violin to try the new Christmas song with me. And how eager they are. The Sea! How my heart swells at the thought Yonder moves a boat. In the meantime I am looking happy children and writing. it 1864. have not been out of these forests. from the Winkel-warden 's house down to the churchyard wall.

a long breath of relief. Sleep sweetly. and tomorrow . I had read the experiences of a strange life. fully expecting the man would enter and go on with his writing and tell us what happened the next morning. vague doubts and dreams. I gazed toward the door. such true the longing for the whole. I felt almost convinced that the schoolmaster was still living. childlike. He was surely wandering somewhere in unknown parts. a despairing plunge into the entanglements of life. tion . weary souls hope to find sible thongh it be repose and deliverance. a compensation remain. the infinite. a quiet resignaThe longing and imagination of his youth still tion and old age. a deep contentment. and tomorrow I only — — THE LAST PAGE and tomorrow . had read two long raiuy days. . a great success. it is a afterward. deserand loneliness. Old ago approaches. as well as what occurred For this is no ending and no leave-taking. head was heavy and hot. this poor man more or less. a (]uiet continuous toiling in resignation and sacrifice. A feeling possessed mo that I must hasten forth and seek everyas all feel — — where for the good. these words the story closes. a painful crushing of his rising youthful passion. an adventurous journey over the world.330 THE GERMAN CLASSICS in ten seconds. a flight into tlie barren wilderness. a fearful awakening and disappointment. a sad withdrawal into liimself. the incomprehenwherein our striving. covering a period from the last century up to the I With preceding Christmas festival. a young generation and new conditions no longer offer opportunity for work. ! down ! Much exertion and short pleasures none of them will bump their heads against the hope wall Would that I might glide down to it on my sled and never return! " " Peter is coming. a morning star. sleep in holy peace! The song is so lovely. with his great. And what a terrible A vain endeavor after the purstruggle and etl'ort he had nuulo ! suits of society. old man. nameless longing. And he has received a great reward. My hopeful look into the future.

had grown old. And the man who had founded. clear winter day. It had snowed.developed the parish with his life's blood was now to be cast aside and forgotten ? On so dazzling that the light penetrated On opening the window I saw that it was a closed eyelids. and which the world can never give.THE FOREST SCHOOLMASTER 331 which reconciles us to his fate. and the white covering The next morning was lay over the whole valley and upon all the roofs and trees. I was soon ready for my Alpine climb. How changed was my view of everything here from that of two days before. seemingly. he is quiet enough." So. for it only comes to one after the true fulfilment of life." me. even But you must take some one beautiful weather in Winkelsteg. " Do you not with you." I said. provided with the necessary equipment. the burial-eround. The snow w^as soft and glistened in the morning sunlight. carrypassed the sacred spot. in a most wonderful manner. mein Herr. my bright. until in his We walked bv ing it hand we had Peter removed his hat. shaking the flakes from the trees." said the hostess. I carefully locked the sheets of paper in the drawer down toward the tavern- and went silent this same evening the host was very loquacious. you already know that Peter cannot talk yes. Hci who has patience may hope for everything in this world. " ** today it will indeed Today. I felt almost at home in this Alpine village where I. I climbed the mountain with the schoolmaster's godchild. and the birds sang and hopped from branch to branch. Soon the prostrate plants and flowers were agaiii standing erect." Then turning to her husband she said think that Reiter-Peter would like to earn a nice little fee for atd? : " ing as guide ? " " Reiter-Peter. I sprang to my feet. if you do not lose your way in the snow. but I was and soon retired to mv schoolhouse to rest. in reading the schoolmaster's story. be fine on the mountain. and. it is the peace of the soul. when he hasn't his fiddle with him. . The grass showed fresh and green through the rose-tinted whiteness of the ground. for I do not care 'Ah. . yes he will suit to talk on the way. and the mountains stood out Summer and winter were blended in bold relief against the sky.

A few huts stood on this spot. but it did not especially interfere with our walking.332 THE GERMAN CLASSICS little later A From before out upon a mountain ridge. too. still. valleys and wooded hills were clearly outlined to the left rose the cliffs. stretched straight before me a shimmering ribbon sea ! 1 felt almost impelled to hasten down from rock to rock and on . it. the defile. The snow here was somewhat harder and more crusty. but weather again.ui endless circle was the Crown of the Alps. and frosty and so invigThe that I felt like shouting for the very joy of living. crossing the glacier. we advanced toward was remarkably clear. pleasant hay today. after the snow has gone there will be warm. the smoke issuing from their chimneys. to the left In this direction I fancied of the Lautergriiben. the more we hastened our foot- The air . as I rethe schoolmaster had done. and at last we reached the rocks. The path led down were the regions the WolfsgTube and the toward the valley but we turned . in the sunlit south. Peter. rested a little to refresh ourselves with bread and meat and bind on our climbing-irons. towered. which extended higher upward toward the towering masses of rock. I soon noticed that my companion was not familiar with the path. and higher until we reached the clearing. then. I should like to know from which of these windows the master-workman Paul was found dangling! We proceeded on our way. Surrounding us in . steps. had already bc*cn a number of times on as the these heights. standing on the summit of the Zahn. Felsenthal. and farther on. this elevation quite an extensive new region wo came . orating nearer we approached the smnmit. Approaching the membered summit. clear and distinct. schoolmaster has said seemed me — — — the Even beyond the great forests. we climbed through The picture was beyond comparison. and climbed through forests of hr-trees and underbrush. while in the The cattle must eat stalls the tinkling of cowbells was heard. The schoolmaster has (Llscribed We walked along the ridge. to became as if T And now we were It jubilant. slowly the cone. the Karwasser. opened toward the north me . the spires and peaks of another mountain range. broken wall far above the forest. forming a rough. above.

stood motionless for a few seconds. hastening to the spot. The lad had sprung to his feet A gleaming and was pointing with both hands toward the rough snow- oovered ground. that had become dazzled by the brilliant light. Peter played in the snow with his stick. I gazed a long time. where upon the waves I could catch the blue shadow passed before ray eyes rays of the midda}' sun. tracing letters eyes wandered from one mountain to another. There lay an old man. Here the sim was shining warmly and the snow had already melted from some of the stones. his features withered and pallid. near by lay an alpenstock. He " nodded sorrowfully. we began to -examine the dead man more closely. his scanty locks disr ordered and white as the snow. he covered his face with his hands and sank sobbing into my arms. He was carefully wrapped in the cloak. climbing-irons were bound to his feet and . on to the most distant Italian heights. All at once a cry rang out near me. then. . whore the snow had been and then to my horror I saw it. he worked with feverish haste to free the buried form from its snowy shroud. I first noticed the letters traced in — — " Do you know him ? Is it " I asked the lad. the schoolmaster ? " I cried. his deep-set eyes closed. Starting up in alarm. I thought perhaps he was trying to express to me his thoughts and sensations.THE FOREST SCHOOLMASTER '' 333 over hill and vallej to seek the schoolmaster and say to him: " Come. they My drank in the sea. My sensations at that hour were beyond description. Seating ourselves upon one of them. when we had somewhat regained our composure. wrapped in a brown cloak. we ate our dinner. The lad. Then we descended a few steps imder the jutting rocks where the man had sat and dreamt fifty years ago. Peter bowed his head in assent. AVhen the whole body was lying stretched before him. At last. they gazed out over the sunny waters. rigid with terror. look upon the sea! Deeply thrilled and absorbed. But he erased the characters and it proved to be only play. displaced by the white covering having been partially removed the head of a man which was thus exposed to view.

if the schoolmaster had only had a little flask membered. a number of people bogan the ascent of the Graue Zahn. In the evening by the light of torches the good old man was laid in the ground. written with a pencil in crooked irreguit. We built a wall of stones about the dead man and covered it over as best we could. The next morning. we carried him to the burial-ground which he himself had planned in the shadow of the forest. The news that the old schoolmaster had been found had already spread through the Winkel woods. I accompanying them. who in the dry cold Alpine air had become almost a mummy. At the setting of the sun I beheld the sea and : lost " my " eyesight goal. The forester from the manor-house was there. but all the same the And there was one thing to be re^ latter was an obstinate man. speaking to a few people who were standing by the entrance to the burial-ground. taking the way of Miesenbach to Winkelsteg. of gin with him. Close by the ! grave grew a wood-lily. said he. and every one came to the The Winkel landlord wept funeral and praised the good man. " he Schirmtanner was obliged to lead Peter cried. " Ho blessed my poor abandoned father upon his like a child. deathbed away from the bier. the last page of his story. said that he liad had nothing at all against the schoolmaster. Then laying himself down on the hard gTound. and found a lar lines and bj a trembling uncertain hand. at an early hour. which had been built through his efforts . The writing. which was legible. he would not have been frozen. The brandy-distiller Schorschl.334 THE GERMAN CLASSICS In the half-opened leather bag I discovered some dried breadcrumbs and a bit of paper rolled together. Then we descended to the meadows. Seizing this I opened few words. down to the valley of the Winkel to the parish church. and he had much to tell us about the schoolmaster. was as follows " Christmas day. Old Schirmshorter path by the tanner was also with us. his story entirely corresponding with the recordsAnd so we bore the aged Andreas Erdmann. he had awaited death in the freezing winter night. . So he had reached his As a blind man he had written the page.

(1877)* Professor of Germanic Languages and Literatures. our memories and. Waldheimat (*' Forest-Home"). Staackmann. things! How mysterious and unknown I longed for the world. — theless I affirm that real possession it is unchangeable. an imperishable world. it cannot be lost as long as the soul lives. we call those people dreamers in whom the past looms up greater than does the present aye. The past is closed. those who have continued in the kingdom and find it more beauBut tiful and pure in memory than ever it was in reality. while things beautiful though long since gone by. It is a dream. we view it as a whole. remain in in and pleasing. winnowed from the dross of the commonplace. and poets children. my this name depict. since it is the most . even than their plans and hopes for the future. neveris finished. in the leys or on the silent Alpine pastures. True. in the shades of the pine forest. entrance to which for all •PermiBsion L.m. [335] . I call book. best explains the lives and events which I shall It is indeed a strange soul-life that unfolds itself dewy meadow val- How I reached out for God and His heaven. of our being a trace of the divine that we are wont part — — to forget past ills. build up our souls an ideal. It is a strange children are poets. University of Nebraska FOREWORD HILDHOOD is the old. though their foreheads are long since furrowed with care and their hair blanched with age. those who have never forgotten davs and childhood's home! It There are it. Leipzig. a.SELECTIONS FROM "FOREST HOME" By Peter Rosbgger translated by laurence fossler. old son^ of Paradise.

when warmed. but children tyrannized over in their helplessness. full of that longing which today draws me back into my Forest-Home. No doubt others fare as I did I conformed to custom till all at once I overleaped my bounds. that severity. could be wrapp(!d about ont^'s fingers. my restlessness became still greater. My mother was all love. and that. perhaps. And when the years came in which the ardent fires burn. by constantly adding fuel to the flame. strict and severe measures were required. when grown up. obedient. was not brought up at all. to bring about this expansion.336 THE GERMAN CLASSICS was barred. of the same opinion. rather. thus forcing me to shape within myself one all of my own. tyrannize over their elders. She admitted that this spirit could be sup- pressed for a time. so that a rigorous discipline seemed to bear good fruit. My father was. children are like plants that grow tall only in sun- Now father was of the opinion that I should grow in all directions. Whenever I was otherwise. I was sharply reprimanded. in their turn. my parents praised me. would. A part of my childish heart clung to every occurrence in our neigh- borhood. fostered the spirit of opposition always present in children. she said that children were easily spoiled by harsh treatment. FATHER AND It cannot be said that I I I was brought up badly. And it grew as I dreamed. and I had a sensation of adding to my stature. Life's activities became my play and the play became my life. Many shine. but he did . children's hearts were like wax: a piece of wax. — Exultantly I escaped into the World. Kindness disarmed opposition. haved. to every person whom I knew. Praise usually had a good effect upon me. Whenever I was well bemindful of my religious and other duties. And though love needs no apology.

XVI— 22 . During these passionate outbursts I was in the habit of standing straight before my father. weeks passed without conjuring up any new trouble. the sumleaden black crucifix at MariazelL* mer before. he seemed stern and unNot until much approachable. And a loud and angry voice. I grieved over . my me at faults and had a clear sense of my guilt. in have full sway. I began to feel a craving. when he had a right to assume that I was capable of appreciating it. Vol.SELECTIONS FROM ''FOREST HOME" not 337 know how to give expression to his warmth and love. Mary 's ' ' Cell. an impulse. were fastened to a little black cross. little A ject *' ' had been safely stowed away St. as he was going about his work. But I also remember another feeling I had on these occasions: a strange trembling. when father passed me kindly and quietly. rise and ripen to start something to arouse him anew. Tears rose to my eyes. a feeling of elation. also of lead. for I loved him dearly it certainly was not maliciousness. later did he let his rich humor sparkle in my presence. In the years when I wore out my first dozen pairs of breeches he did not pay much attention to me unless I had been up to some mischief. It was not to annoy him. but for a reason which at that time I could not understand. yet I stood motionless gazing father and I had an inexplicable feeling of pleasure which rose in proportion to the length and severity of his my arraignment. came sweeping over as the storm broke furiously. . till that Christmas eve. Then he let stern justice justice usuall}^ required that he should take a position directly in front of me and. a place of pilgrimage near Eosegger 's home. Father had bought. This sacred obI recall one Christmas eve. When. my after one of these storms. a figure and the instruments used at the crucifixion. they ran down my cheeks. for all his warm heart. as though turned to stone my arms hanging limply at my sides. tell me of my misdeeds and declare what punislmient I had deserved. my eyes fixed upon his angry face while he upbraided me. Weighed down by toil and cares.



when father took it from its hidingplace, the clothes-press, and set it on our little domestic altar. I watched the hour when my parents and the rest of the household were busy

barn, stable, or kitchen, getting ready for the high sound limbs I festival on the morrow. At the risk of





little crucifix

and, squatting behind the stove,


to dismantle

I felt

a strange joy when, with


pocket-knife, I

pried loose

the ladder, then the

hammer, and afterwards Peter's cock, and finally the Christ-figure from the cross. The parts seemed much more interesting when separated than when together. Yet now, when I wanted to undo my work of destruction, and did not succeed, there came a feverish, choking sensation in my chest and throat. ''If father stops at scolding me it will !" I said to myself, "the black cross is now be a wonder


prettier than before over in the Hohenwang Chapel they have one, with nothing on it and yet folks go there to say their prayers. And who w^ants a crucified Christ on

Christmas anyway? 'He should lie in the manger,' the priest says: and that is what I'll make him do!"

So I bent the leaden Christ's legs and crossed his arms over the body, laying the figure in my mother's sewingbasket; then I placed the improvised manger high up on the altar, not realizing that this would be the very means The cross to expose this new Descent from the Cross. itself I hid in the straw tick of my parents' bed. Stern fate soon overtook me. My mother noticed it first. "By whose strange antics has the sewing basket gotten up there among the images of the saints?" she now asked.


little crucifix

know, was discommoded by the on the wall?" my father said simultaneously. I stood to one side and had the feeling of one who is about to have a draught of strong wine of myrrh. Something admonished me to retire into the background as far
I should like to

as possible. My father

came toward


restraining voice

I tliought,

and asked, in an unnaturally whether i knew what had be-





come of the cross? I stood before him, full length, and looked him in the face. He repeated his question and I pointed toward the bed; tears rose to my eyes, but I do not think that a muscle of my face twitched. Father looked and found the cross; he was not angry, he was merely shocked at my daring desecration. My longing for the wine of myrrh increased. Father placed the dismantled crucifix upon the table. "I see well enough," he said calmly while reaching for his hat, "I see well

enough that the boy must have a sound thrashing. If the Good Lord himself isn't safe from his depredations, it is
time to

Stay here in the room, boy!" he snapped at

me angrily; then he went out. ''Run after him and ask him to let




mother cried out to me, "he's going after some birches." I saw with horrible disI seemed riveted to the spot. tinctness just what was coming, but I was unable to do
anything for my protection. In plights such as mine, children are often dominated by a spell which I cannot call stubbornness nor defiance. It is rather an unconscious persistence, a sort of mental rigidity which relaxes once the cause be removed. My mother went about her work; I was alone in the darkening room, before me the mutilated

The weight I started violently at every sound. of the Black-Forest clock, striking five, rattled heavily in
the old clock case that reached


floor to



the wall j^onder.

snow from

Finally I heard my father stamping the his shoes. When he entered the room with his

birch rods I had disappeared. He went to the kitchen and, in an excited tone, asked search was begun through what had become of the boy.


the house; in the

room beds and benches were overturned an effort to find me. I heard them tramping through an adjoining room, I heard them in the attic. Directions to look through the stables, barns and mangers reached my ears to go out into the little grove near the house and bring the boy in, instantly. He should remember this



men were

lived. couple of our hired sent to the neighbors, but my mother shouted after them, that if I had run over there, across the fields

Christmas eve as long as he


and the woods, I must have frozen to death, since my jacket and hat were hanging on the wall. "What a peck of trouble children are, anyway!" They went their way almost everyone had left the house, and in the gathering twilight I could distinguish nothing but the gray square of the window. I was stowed away in the clock case, and could only peep through the cracks. The little door which served for pulling up the weights was just large enough to let me squeeze myself into the What terrors I excase, where I could stand upright. in my hiding place That things could not turn perienced out well I could plainly foresee and I realized that the excitement, increasing from hour to hour, only made matlittle


I heaped maledictions upon the sewingI wished I had never seen the crucifix, but I failed basket, to take any blame myself. Hours passed: I stood in my ters


the cone-shaped weights already touching In fact, I had to stoop if the stopping of the my clock was not to be the occasion of their finding me. For at last my parents had returned to the room, had lighted a lamp and begun to quarrel over me. "I do not know where else to look," father said, sinking into a chair. "What if he has got lost in the woods and lies under the snow?" cried my mother, through her tears. "What nonsense," retorted father, "not another word!" "You don't want to hear it, but you yourself have driven




him away by your ungovernable temper!" "I couhl not have hurt him very badly with this switcli," ho replied, bringing the birch down to the with a wliiz. " I>ut now when I get a hold of him I



break a fence-picket across liis back." "Do it, do it like as not it won't hurt him any more," mother answered through her tears. "Do you think that





your children were given you just to vent your anger on? The Lord is right in taking them to Himself betimes. One must love children if any good is to come of them. '*Who says I don't love the boy? God knows I do! But I don't like to tell him. I don't like to and I can't. It doesn't hurt him half as much as it does me, I know, when I have to punish him." "I'll go and look once more," said mother. "I won't stay here," said father. "You had better eat your supper now, your soup is get' '

ting cold."

"I don't care

to eat

—I don't know what




with that he knelt down and his

lips quivered in silent


mother went

warm clothes, in me half-frozen.
prison, felt

to the kitchen to gather up some of my case that a renewed search should find



silent again






my anguished heart breaking. Suddenly my father began to sob convulsively; his head fell forward on his arms; his whole frame trembled.
I uttered a loud cry.

A moment later
I lay at

father and mother




out of the case.


father's feet,

sobbing and embracing his knees. "Father, father!" were the only words I could stammer. Down came both his arms to lift me to his breast; my hair was bedewed with his tears. At that moment I knew what I had not known before. I realized what a detestable thing it had been to arouse and annoy my father. But I also I had done so. It was because I had craved realized why to see his face before me, to look into his eye, to hear his voice speaking to me. Even if he, overburdened as he was
in those days, could not make merry with me as did others, I longed to see at least his angry eyes and hear his harsh



sweet, irresistible

power by which


was drawn


father was none other than the craving to see his

face and hear his voice.



Against the clay-besmeared wall of the tile-stove in our house there stood, year in and year out, a little maple stool. It always looked white and smooth, for, like the rest of the furniture in the room, it was scrubbed every Saturday with a wisp of straw and some fine, white sand from the brook. In spring and summer and early autumn the stool remained standing in its corner, unoccupied and lonely, except that my grandmother drew it out of an evening to kneel on while saying her prayers. But when late autumn came with its long evenings, in which the hired men whittled pine-knots and the women
servants and mother and grandmother spun their flax and wool, or after Advent had come round again and the ''spinning evenings" were passed in telling fairy tales or singing hymns, I always sat on the stool against the stove. Sitting there I listened to song and story, and when the latter became uncanny and I began to be afraid, I

pulled the stool up to my mother and clung to her skirts could not understand how the others could laugh at



or at the stories.


at last,


was time


go to

bed and mother pulled out my trundle-bed, I did not want to be alone and granny had to lie down with me till the terrifying images had left me and I had fallen asleep. But the long nights of Advent were always very short in our house. There was a stir soon after two o'clock. Up in the loft the men were heard dressing and going about and in the kitchen the maids were breaking kindling-wood and starting the fire. Then they all went to the threshing

Mother too had risen and lighted the lamp; ward father got up, and they both dressed, Tlien mother spoke half workday fashion. to granny, who still lay in bed, and when I,
the commotion, started to talk,

shortly afterhalf Sunday,

a few words awakened by she bade me keep quiet and
lighted a lantern, put


to sleep again.

Then my parents





out the light in the room and left the house. I heard the creaking of the outer door and saw the light go flickering past the windows and heard the sound of footsteps through
the snow and the shaking of the watchdog's chain. Then, but for the sound of the threshing flail on the barn-floor,

again, and I fell asleep. father and mother had gone to early mass in the parish church, some three hours' walk. I followed them in my dreams I heard the church-bells and the organ notes

was quiet



and the Advent hymn: ''Hail, Mary, brightest morning star!" And I saw the tapers on the high altar and the carved cherubs spreading their golden wings and flying about in the church, and one the one above the pulpit with the trumpet flew out over heath and forest and announced to the world that the Saviour was about to come. When I awoke the sun had long been shining through the windows, and the snow outside gleamed and glittered and mother was again going about the room in her every day apparel, attending to her household duties. Granny's bed, alongside of mine, had already been put in order and granny came from the kitchen and helped me put on my clothes and washed my face with cold water, making me cry and laugh at the same time. When this was done, I knelt with her on my stool and said my morning prayer. After this I ate my breakfast, and then granny came with a bucket of turnips which we two had to peel. While at this I sat on my stool. But I never could satisfy granny completely with my work; the peelings were always too If I thick, though in places I had not taken any at all. to cut my finger and began to cry, granny would happened

say in her cross way, ''You are a lot of trouble; really, Then she would one ought to roll you in the snow." bind up my wound most tenderly and carefully.

Thus the days of Advent passed, and granny and I talked more and more frequently about Christmas and the Christchild

which would soon come.
festival, the greater the

The nearer we approached the



their stalls

The men took the cattle from in our house. and put in fresh bedding and straightened cribs and mangers; the herd-boy curried the oxen so that they looked sleek and glossy; the boy who attended to the feeding put more hay with the straw than usual and got a whole stack of it ready in the hay-loft. The young dairywoman did the same. Threshing had stopped some days

before, because one did not wish to desecrate the approaching holidays with the noise.

In the whole house cleaning and scrubbing was carried on; the maids came even into the living-room with their buckets and straw-wisps and brooms. I always looked forward to these house cleanings, because I liked to see everything topsy-turvy, liked to see the images on the shelves above the table and the brown Black-Forest clock

metal bell and other things which I usually saw only from a distance brought down so that I could examine everything more closely. Naturally, I was not allowed to touch those things because, they said, I was as

yet too awkward and careless and might easily damage them. But still there were moments in which, busied with their washing and scrubbing, they paid no attention to me.

In one such moment I climbed from my stool, up on the bench and from the bench to the table which had been moved from its usual place and on which lay the BlackForest clock. I got at the clock, the weights of which hung down over the table, and, peeping through a little door in the case in on the dusty brass wheels, T lightly touched the wings of a little fan-like wheel and finally the wheel itself to see if it would not go. At last I moved a little lever and then there was a dreadful clatter within. Some wheels moved slowly, others more rapidly, and the fan-like wheel flew incredibly fast. I was awfully frightened; I rolled down the table, over bench and stool, down

Then, in a trice, mother had me and applied the switch. The clatter jacket by in the clock would not stop, and mother grabbed me with
to the wet,





both hands and pushed


me out in the snow and slammed the door. There I stood, utterly undone. From within I heard the crying of my mother, whom I must have offended greatly; I also heard the scrubbing and the laughing of the maids, and I still heard the clatter of the clock.
had stood there a while, sobbing, and when no one would come to call me into the house, I went toward a path that had been made in the snow and straight across our yard in the direction of the fields and woods. I did not know where to go and did not care; I merely felt that a great wrong had been done me, and that I could



never go back to the house. I had not yet reached the woods when I heard a shrill It was granny's whistle. whistle behind me. ''Where are you going, you stupid?" she cried, "just you wait! if you are going to run to the woods, old Mosswaberl will get you, just you wait!" At this I turned instantly toward the house for I was
mortally afraid of that old hag. But I would not go into the house; I remained in the yard where father and two of the men were pulling a pig out of the sty to provide meat for the holidays. I forgot past events in the excitement of the ear-splitting squeals of the animal and of the spurting blood that was caught in a pan by one of the maids. And when father skinned
the animal, I stood at his elbow and held the flaps of skin which he peeled oif with a big knife from the fat carcass.
the insides and mother poured water into the pan, she said, "Go away there, or you will


when he took out

get splashed." From these words I gathered that mother's wrath was appeased and that all was well. When I came into the

room again to get warm, I found everything back in its old place. The floor and the walls were still damp and the Black-Forest clock hung on the wall and ticked. And it ticked much louder and clearer in the renovated room
than before.



Finally the washing and rubbing and polishing ceased.

The house became more quiet, almost silent Christmas eve was here. The noonday meal was not eaten in the living-room as usual but in the kitchen, whore the knead-

We took our several places ing-board served as table. about this board, and quietly, though in an expectant holiday mood, ate our simple meal. The table in the corner was covered with a snow-white
cloth, and before it was my stool on which granny knelt and prayed in the evening when the twilight was gath-



and got their and mother put pieces of meat into holiday garb ready a large pot, poured some water on and placed it over the hearth fire. I tiptoed about the room and heard nothing
quietly through the house

The maids went

but the crackling wood-fire in the kitchen.


gazed at ray

Sunday trousers, my jacket and the little black felt hat which hung all ready on a nail in the wall; then I

window into the gathering darkness. Unless the weather should be stormy, I was to be permitted to accompany our head man to a midnight service at the church. And the weather was calm; it would not even be too cold, father said, because the clouds had settled down on the mountains. Just before the "house-blessing" a time-honored practice of sprinkling holy water on one's belongings and burning incense in house and barns and stables father and mother had a little quarrel. Mosswaberl had been at the house, had wished us "Merry Christmas," and mother had given her a piece of meat for the festival. Father was put out at this, although he, too, did a great deal of charity, often giving more than our circumstances warranted. But Mosswabei'l should not get anything, he thought. She had come into our parts from who knows where; she roamed about in the forest, gathering mosses and roots and making herself a fire in tumble-down charcoal-burners' huts, even sleeping there. To eke out some
looked out of the



sort of an existence she came begging at the farmsteads and tried to sell her wares; then, because people would not buy, she wept and cursed. Children whom she looked at stood in great fear of her, many even took sick; she bewitched cows so that their milk turned red.

was pursued by her for said, "May God repay you a thousand, thousandfold in this world and in heaven." But if anyone jeered at her or offended her in any way, she would say, "I pray that the devil may take you down
did her a kindness


some minutes, while she

to the depths of hell!"
to our house and liked to sit beon the green-sward or the fence stile, not minding the barking and the tugging of the chained-up watch dog who always became greatly excited when she came in sight. There she stayed till mother fetched her a bowl of milk, a piece of bread, or both. My mother liked to hear the her a thousand, thousand blessings but father woman wish did not attacli any value to Mosswaberl's utterances, were they blessings or curses. Years ago when the school-house was being built down in the valley, this woman, with her husband, had come into our parts. She had worked with him about the structure until he was killed wliile blasting out some rocks. From that time on she could not be induced to work, though

Mosswaberl often came



staying about; she roamed through the fields and woods, no one caring to have much to do with her; she seemed to have lost her mind. The magistrate had sent her repeatedly from the parish, yet she had always returned. "She would not have come back," father remarked, "had folks not encouraged her As it is, she will stay here, and we shall have to beg. a nice load to take care of her when she is old and sick, this we've taken on our backs." Mother never replied to these remarks but she always gave the usual alms to Mosswaberl; and today, in honor of tomorrow's festival, even a little more.

This, then,


was the cause of the little quarrel between father and mother, which, however, was ended when my the men came with the incense bowl and the holy water. When the "house-blessing" had been attended to, father
set a candle on the table, for today pine-knots were to be burned only in the kitchen. We ate our supper in the living room again; the foreman relating marvelous stories in the meantime. After the evening meal my mother sang a shepherd's

Though greatly delighted ordinarily to hear these songs, I now kept thinking of the midnight journey to the church and was impatient to put on my Sunday clothes. There was plenty of time for this later on, they said still,

granny yielded to my importuning at last and dressed me. The stable-boy, too, slowly put on ''his best" because, after the midnight service he did not wish to come
home, but stay in the village until morning. Toward nine the other servants, both men and maids, were ready and
a pine-knot from the candle. I clung closely to the foreparents and granny, who stayed at home to look after things, sprinkled me with holy water so that I might not fall nor freeze to death. Then we set out for the church. It was very dark, and as we marched the torch which the stable-boy carried cast round, red splotches on the snow, on the fences, and bush and tree. The reddish gleam, broken by the long shadows of our bodies, filled me with

man my

dread and fear. I kept clOwSe to the foreman, so close that he once remarked, Say, boy, you must leave me my coat what should I do without it?" For a time the path was very narrow so that we went
' ' ;

was not the last, for I up the rear would be exfrom gliosts and goblins. posed to imminent danger There was a pic^rcing wind, the glowing sparks from the pine-knot flew afar, and even when they fell upon the hard, snowy crust, they kept on glowing for a while.


was very glad

tliat I

imagined that whoever brought

across bare spots and woods now we came to a brook which through bushes and I knew very well. not forming a hard crust as in the clearings. After following the brook for a while we left it. too. We also passed a mill where I was greatly frightened because some sparks flew on the roof. it ran through the meadow where we cut our hay in summer. because it was frozen over. and behind them emerged. The steady little stars of the lanterns. lights that were so far away that we could not tell whether they stood still or moved. night. . bare ground was so hard that our shoes rang out on striking it. Thus we went on. little by little. After a long march along the road that led past isolated trees and houses. see other lights on the road. and the road became more and more alive. he lit a new one that he had brought along. one face.SELECTIONS FROM ''FOREST HOME" Until 349 downhill. the black. all hastened toward the church. red torches flaring toward us as if hovering in the black air. In summer this brook sang merrily. in mounbell. The snow crunched under our feet and where the wind had carried it away. came floating toward A bell. and the way led uphill through a dark forest in which the snow lay very light. We could now now we had gone . but snow lay on it and the sparks died out. goers. but this did not seem right to me on holy Christmas eve my mind kept thinking of the church and wondering what it would be like to have music and high mass in the middle of the . I suddenly seemed to hear a faint sound as of a distant bell. The pineknot in the stable-boy's hands was already burning low. It was the little church The lights which we now saw everywhere. through fields and a patch of forest. great. but today one could hear it only murmur and gurgle. several faces of church- who now joined us. But soon I heard it more distinctly. Our company spoke and laughed much. And we saw yet other lights. on mountains and heights. Finally we came to a broad road where we could go abreast and where now and then we heard some sleigh-bells. tain and valley. us.

the organ began to play. The sanctuary lamp was burning with a low red flame. How much finer everything was than on Sundays! The lights burning on the altar were brilliant white stars and the gilded tabernacle shone with a beautiful lustre. now you can see the little he lifted me on manger!" glass. whispering. what Granny At midnight the bells begin the huts in the distant valleys to ring. ' ' : larger than the one before. From the high and narrow windows there came a flood of light. ''There.350 THE GERMAN CLASSICS now rang out and kept on the church. I wanted to go in. but the foreman said there was plenty of time. enclosed by a low stone wall. and filled his pipe. Dark human . Many had lighted candles in front of them and joined in the singing when the Te Deum resounded from the organ-loft. women were wrapt pews or stood alongside of them. ring- we were almost at had said was true after all ing till So. : . the in their shawls and coughed." and they ring till The church stands on a hill covered with birch and black pine. There figures sat in the a bench so that I could see a glass cabinet between two Christmas trees and lighted up with standing two candles. The foreman led me between rows of benches to a little side altar where several people were already standing. The largest of the three bells now rang from the steeple wdth slow and rhythmic peal. When the people had reached the church they extinguished the pine-knots by inverting them in the snow only one was stuck between two rocks in the churchyard wall and kept burning. About it lies the cemetery. He little left A old me standing there gazing through the woman came up and whispered "Well. send their last inhabitant to the church. and we all went in. and he remained standing and talked and joked with the other young fellows. The upper part of the church was so dark that the beautiful ornaments of the nave could not be seen. Finally all the bells were ringing. The few houses are in the valley.



took a bit of candle from his pocket and. accompanied by acolytes in red." And she told me what the figures explain in the glass case were. "They are now kneeling around the table with its lone candle. Joseph himself wore green hose and short knee-breeches made of chamois-skin. one could hear. of drums and the The rising incense wrapped the brilliantly lighted highaltar as in a veil. but I did not brim over with ecstasy: I remained very sober. calm. the beat blare of trumpets. cuckoo and nightingale notes as in the midst of sunny spring. the foreman included. She was draped in long lines of blue. Up in the organ loft violins. lighting Now it w^as it. "or else. During the Offertory all the instruments were silent and two clear voices sang a beautiful shepherd's song. child-soul My was deeply But during the music my thoughts went back to father. Thus high-mass was begun and thiis midnight beamed and sounded and rang. While the Gospel was read and during the Elevation. trumpets and kettle-drums were tuning. figures were dressed like our hired-help or like older peasants. coming dow^n from the organ-loft. the Deum had been sung. reaching from head to foot. The I looked at them. see the decorations in so light in the church that one could the ceiling very clearly. and when the little sacristy bell tinkled. if 351 you want to look at those things someone must them to you. When the Te again and lifted places in a pew. and during the Benedictus a clarinet and two bugles yodled a cradle-song. amid the deep-toned organ peals. St. and we took our and torch-bearers clad priest. stepped up to the altar. mother and granny at home. the foreman came me down from the bench. .SELECTIONS FROM ''FOREST HOME" child. Then the sacristan went about and lit all the candles in the church and everyone. affected by the splendor of the Christmas service. in his shining vestments. stuck it on the chair-back in front of him." I thought. and felt the solemnity of it all. Mary alone excepted.

My must be ahead of us. festive march resounded and people thronged out of the church. Black specks lay here and there the charred coals of the pineknots which their bearers had shaken off when coming to I determined not to look at the trees and the church. at last. so that I scarcely had any feeling in my nose and ears although otherwise I felt quite warm. and I concluded to go home by myself as fast as I could. and I saw only they are asleep and . When we came again into the open it was not as dark as before midnight. across which a through biting wind was blowing. emerging weirdly out of the fog. with his long-handled snuffers. the mass was ended. went around again to put out the lights on walls and images and altars. The clock struck one. the dark forest and the fields. despite the thick fog that had settled down from the mountains. Then. I cast a last glance at the church windows the festal splendor had vanished.352 THE GERMAN CLASSICS it is dark in the room and only the clock is ticking. I passed houses and groups of trees. Some people whom know were about me. I came I ran as fast as my little legs could carry me. The moon must have risen. I ran after him companion and quickly passed several people so as to overtake him. I was especially afraid . — bushes that stood beside the road. talking and starting for home. I was afraid of them. and a deep silence lies over the forestcovered mountains. the little tapers on the backs of the chairs died down. the dim red light of the sanctuary lamp. and the sacristan. and Christmas has spread over the whole world. I was alone and had not yet overtaken the foreman. The people who at first had been on the road now left it one by one. I thought. the torches were not lit again. when I wanted again to cling to the foreman's I did not coat I could not find him. Those on the high altar were still burning when the last joyous. but the schoolmaster was already ringing the matin-bell for Christmas morning. Then it occurred to me that he might be behind mo." When.

ranks. for the snow-fall had not been heavy. some leaning very low and others. were held up by their comrades or. would lead . but XVI— 23 . the unyielding whortleberries reached to my breast. I had not noticed these things on our way to the church. I thought. and the ground was smooth and level. The stable- boy had still said. I turned my eyes in all directions. Their tops swayed in the wind and now and then great masses of snow fell down beside me. could I but reach the valley and the brook. I knew I had lost my path . the more tenaciously it clung to me. Soon. I had now come to a path which.SELECTIONS FROM "FOREST HOME" 353 as often as a path crossed the way. and under the snow lay tangled growths of bramble and bilberry. that he did not believe these tales . I had grown very tired at first. their branches waving in mid-air in wild confusion. I took it. and the water ran into my fell into my little shoes. so difficult was it to force my way through tangled brush and branches. must be such so much about them! there things. so dark that I could not help losing the path. it became steep and steeper. I would ascend the stream and so at last come to the mill and to our meadow. it is true. however. the more I so determined. since at cross-roads the Evil One loves to stand waiting with his clinking treasures with which to allure poor human beings. Snow my jacket pockets. but scattered here and there. Finally I determined not to think of such nonsense any longer but. my way through the undergrowth. looking for some ghost or spectre. I did not mind this greatly. I could scarcely proceed. Whenever the snow-crust broke. lying on the ground. down through the woods into the valley the other side. In places it was so dark that I could scarcely see the trees unless I ran against them. half uprooted. climbing over fallen rubbish or winding Vol. Now the trees stood no longer in serried. me from the road. snow clung to trousers and stockings. else why would people talk I was very much wrought up. hurrying along under the far on reaching branches of the trees.

up again all fear of phantom shapes seemed gone I thought of nothing but the valley and our house. Then I stood still and cried for the foreman. The cold cut to my very bones. . I went to right and left. I rocky walls. And again came no answer save the long echo. a half there. If a deer were to come now. just in time. Suddenly I stood on the edge of a precipice. Excepting the roaring wind in the forest I heard no sound. My voice reechoed slowly and indistinctly from the woods and I rose to climb . Again I called the foreman with all my might.354 THE GERMAN CLASSICS all now weariness had left me. I knew not where I was. pierced by tree tops here and . I clung to a root Below me lay the cloud-bank with its black tree tops. wooded hills. then jmnping. but it was the . Then I heard nothing but the roaring of the wind. I crouched distance but. Down in the depths lay a gray fog-bank. I called in quick succession my . — could point it out. I found a spot that promised to let pers and over rubble. the sky was clear. My hands and feet ached. Now fearful terrors came upon me. At times I fell. I cared not for the bilberry and other bushes that often struck me in the face. I should ask the way perhaps it down in utter weariness. Now all advance was barred. moon hung above me. but hurried on. It must be that below me lay the valley and the mill I seemed to hear the roaring of the brook. me descend past junito lie The way seemed open for some and thus saved myself from plunging headlong down a sheer precipice. I cared not for the snow. for on Christmas night animals have the gift of human speech ! upwards again the rubble moved beneath my feet so that I could not advance. I did not know how long I had been struggling through the wilderness. Facing me and far beyond I could see nothing but strange-looking. looking for a foot-path that should lead down. but I felt strong and agile fear drove me on. cone-like. The forest had receded. bare of snow. voice of the winds in the forest beyond.

''For God's sake. It was yet night when I awakened. I kept my eyes closed in dread. and when the others had come without me. had given a and hurried away. be at home or in heaven. I prayed aloud to the Christ-child. Trembling. I could no longer weep or pray. I cowered beside a rock and thought: "Now I shall sleep. I heard a crackling in the junipers above me. me down upon the firmly violent knock against the door recognized the figure. A figure had set trodden snow. I wanted to scream. calling for me at every step. there she set me down on a chest and ran to the door and repeatedly gave a penetrating whistle. into the When granny was sure warm room. Even mother had gone along. suddenly. she that it was safe to bring me back did so. it was — granny rushed toward me. here he is!" ex- She carried me into the warm room. something lift me up." when I awake I shall Then. my voice seemed frozen. She was all alone in the house. but quickly back into the hall-way. all went down into the woods and into the valley and on the other side up to the highway. My hands and feet seemed paralyzed.SELECTIONS FROM ''FOREST HOME" parents. that He should come to my aid. I felt warm. 355 but my granny. it seemed as if the mountains rocked me. all this is but a dream. I had Mosswaborl. but I was standing before our house and the chained-up watch dog barked furiously. I walked back and forth above the sheer wall to keep from freezing. Now down I began to cry piteously. all in vain. The moon hung high in the dark sky. and when she pulled off . I stood there trembling and my body cast a long shadow the naked rocks. looking for me everywhere. and soon I felt something toucli me. but could not. When the foreman had come back from church and had not found me there. The door flew open and claiming. I could scarcely move. I could not move. all our hired men and maids.

beside me. wall. mother returned. in a voice almost inaudible: "Wife. him how I had lost my way and how I had got into the wilds. Then father said that he was going to church to highmass. She was very snow I groaned and moaned. She brought in a bucket of snow and put my bare feet into it. Then father came and last of all. let us thank God that he is here again. "But how scamp?" To did you get home. last. I'd like to know. after and being rocked. But father thought that I should not sleep as yet. all at once I liad found sleeping long myself before our house and that Mosswaberl had stood Father asked me once more about this there. Then she rushed again to the door and repeated her shrill signal." Soon after the red morning rays shot through the window. you this I replied that I did not . and that I should now go to sleep.356 THE GERMAN CLASSICS my shoes and stockings they were sticking together and frozen to my feet. just as the sun was rising over the WechselAlps. when granny had whistled time and time again. and by which father sat. and when I told him of the moon and the black woods and of the roaring wind and the sheer rockit. he would like to know how I had got away from the foreman without his knowing I told and where I had been. that. She came to the bed to which they had taken me. and the searchers came back one by one. When felt such a pain in my toes that I but granny said: ''It's all right if it hurts. he was on the edge of the Trollwand!" Then mother gave me a kiss on the cheek a thing she did but rarely and held her apron to her face and went — — away. know. She told me to go to sleep and curtained the windows so that the sun should not shine into my face. father said to mother. because today was Christmas. but I said that that was all I knew. I stood in the hoarse. then your feet are not frozen.

I was afraid of her eyes. and I heard the crackling hearth-fire in the kitchen. And she stayed with us. where. when his chain broke. Mosswaberl sat among them. could not learn anything of her earlier days. The watchdog only could not be appeased. Often. Once. then she came to my bed and looked at me. . in the late autumn days. when Moss- waberl sat almost constantly in the churchyard. had stepped up Nothing could be got out of her about wliat had taken place the night before. useless things. to her And father and had brought her home. twilight was falling and the room was almost dark. during the morning service. near the grave of her husband. The dog. This room father now gave over to Mosswaberl. leaping up at her. she still roamed the woods. But we mistook the animal. when I awoke. except that she had hunted for the Christ-child in the forest. when our people were at the evening meal. the dog bounded toward the woman and. then again she went out church and sat for hours by her husband's grave. and put a stove. he barked and . she would have been as lonely and hometo the less as anj'Avhere. She had been crouching in the churchyard. leaving them to be covered with spider-webs. Granny was sitting beside the bed. he licked her face. nodding. a bed and a table in it. Then came a time.SELECTIONS FROM ''FOREST HOME" I 357 must have slept many hours for. in all likelihood. Later. "We all loved her because of her quiet and contented ways no one ever suffered the least harm from her. Nothing could induce her to go to her old home. bringing home moss. We tugged furiously at his chain whenever she crossed the yard. we surmised that the woman had once been in good cironly cumstances and certainly in her right mind and that the loss of her husband had bereft her of her reason. indeed. There was a room in the back part of our house in which we stored old.

or other distinguishing feature (cf." p. and said thousandfold. Since grandfather's death." — — — The new practice did not commend itself to our hired help. Mosswaberl took to her bed. moments. there was no one in the house who could read it. A Spiritual Treasure by the Rev." It was an old volume. she left us. said. The older ones. God comfort him!" Shortly after. of His Mother and of Many Saints of God. quaint characters in black and red.JOE"*) DIED We had in our house a "Life of Christ." and were drawing their material sustenance from the "Spiritual Treasure. Small wonder. and mice had nibbled at one of its leather clasps. then. Family names. tliougli recorded in the parish register. that the worms had installed themselves in the "Life of Christ." Then I came along I had just learned to read and chased away the worms. never gain CJerman and Austrian peasants. so that granny. its chapter initials were large. howled for hours. those who had become somewhat more godfearing. Every day I read to our household from the "Life. "Knee-Slider Jochem. the pages of which had turned gray. "it * The sobriquet well illustrates the system of naming in vogue among the Usually some peculiarity. popular currency. the dog is whining so. a thousand. Father Cochem. and when the winter days had come. She held my father and my mother by the hand in her God repay you all. The wooden cover was worm-eaten here and there. in this world and in heaven!" last ' * : HOW MEISENSEPP ("TITMOUSE. only to become a bookworm myself. . 336) is used as an addition to the (Christian or given name. male and female.358 THE GERMAN CLASSICS instead of barking lustily. "Someone here- abouts must be going to die soon. who herself had become quite feeble. for they had to restrain their joking and yodling while I read. trade or business. listened devoutly.

if he were on the point of death. Peter. "as God the house. came this sickness." Then he went away. Now." to him. I'll carry it. Then I took my book and accompanied the girl across heath and woods. there's the house already!" We saw the dimly lighted windows of the cabin. neither of us said a word. and we entered . you are even smaller than L" After walking a couple of hours the girl remarked.SELECTIONS FROM '^FOREST HOME" sounds as if 359 much I the priest were preaching. Silently we walked side by side. all by itself in the heart of the forest. Sepp's mer —I coverlet. "why. Just once the girl whispered: "Peter. let me have the book. get up! Meisensepp my has sent his daughter. cabin stood . as he is about to die. and people had to sit up with the body." I replied. "There. I being. which was my bedroom in sum- — was awakened by the hired man who pulled at "Get up quick." they said. If anyone in our neighborhood lay very sick. wills. he had administered the last sacrament to Sepp. all of a sudden. So I arose and dressed hastily. Late one evening I had already gone to sleep in the cool and fragrant hay-loft. Whenever this happened I took the heavy "Life of Christ" under my arm and set It was a very heavy load for me. "so expression and such a voice. a forestguard of late he had made a living by filing saws for the lumber-men. "He as isn't so very old." the priest replied. time. Peter." "You can't. "Will father get well again?" the girl asked. God wills. or had died." soon earned the reputation of being a fine reader and was much sought after. As the girl and I walked across the wilderness in the still star-lit night. In his younger days Sepp had been a woodsman. As we came nearer. the priest met us. at that out. a wee bit ©f a fellow. my father was requested to have me read to them. he'd like to have you come and read Get up quick.

Behind the stove. fast asleep. veiled the ceiling with smoke. his thin. held in an iron fastener on the hearth. lay the sick man. So I answered: ''Yes. people say. ''He is sleeping fairly well. getting away from us in the meantime." "I think so too. He was asleep. pointing to the sick man. . someone in that house the light in a sick room I mywill die soon." she — am quite encouraged— he "only added in a whisper. Near I had seen the hearth lay two little boys. his confession so nicely. in. excused herself for having troubled me to come at this time of the night. Sepp's wife sat leaning against the hearth." I knew it was looked upon as a bad sign when a sick person pulls and picks at his covers: he is restless and wants to dig his grave. the woman arose softly. "and the priest said the same I am glad though that Sepp was able to attend to thing. pallid lips. in the only bed in the cabin. got well again. ca])in and. his closely cropped hair and beard made his head look smaller than when I had seen him on his way to or from church." the woman said in a low voice." It is a common belief that. **A while ago he was constantly picking at his covers. father did that too when he was sick with typhoid but he He As we came . breathed feverishly through half-opened." she said. the light flickers so much.360 It THE GERMAN CLASSICS was a very small all in one. them in the woods where we had gathered mushrooms and berries our charges. Soon I sat on the very spot the priest had made warm and ate with the fork which he had used. the cattle. She gazed vacantly into the flickering flame of the pine-knot. They were somewhat younger than I. and asked me to sit down to the table and eat some omelet which the Reverend Father had not finished and which was still on the table. A — babe. bedroom and burning pine-knot. like the rest of those had its living room. and I may get well again only. nursing her which the foresters kitchen built. wan face. if burns fitfully.

won't I would not know what to do for loneliness. "There's too much draft in the had fallen asleep. But when I sat reading to a sick person. who had come for me. of heaven and hell. conceited people. In the presence of pert. I purposed to repeat to Sepp words from another Book. If they had wanted to do better. while seemingly reading from the book. I had to make great efforts to impart to the meditations of the denunciatory priest a softer coloring. Then we stuffed some tow said: into the window cracks. be as bad as ever. I feel it too. But Father Cochem did not write much that might be comforting to poor. that this is so. yet in 361 order to allay her fears I said. of love to man and of the true imitation of Christ which would lead us when our hour had come gently to eternal rest.SELECTIONS FROM ''FOREST HOME" self held this belief. I frequently had to exert my ingenuity to soften Father Cochem 's harsh expressions when he came to speak of death and judgment. room. and that nine-tenths of them went straight to hell." She put the slumbering child dowTi on the straw on which the girl. And so today. Peter? If he wakes up. Those terrifying thoughts lurked like a hissing adder in every part of Father Cochem 's book. looked at his wife and his sleeping children. they would have done so long ago. people who only listened to me because of ray "loud preacher-voice. words that spoke of poverty and patience. people wouM only worry and. — — Sepp opened his eyes. very likely.and womankind unspeakably bad." I delighted in thun- dering forth the horrible fate of the damned. suffering mankind. It may indeed be. I thought to myself. Father Cochem was of the opinion that God is infinitely just and man. but then one must not say it. He turned his head. Soon the woman you. then he noticed me and spoke in a loud and very distinct voice You have At last ' ' : . ''You'll stay here tonight. the window doesn't fit tight. you will read for us. won't you?" I opened the volume and hunted for a suitable passage.

but I'm afraid we will not have any time for reading today. help her and do not leave her. wake the children." said he. I've earned many if one of you would take to filing saws a penny doing it we've got the tools. T beg of you. The woman went where roughly!" the sick man protested. me at times and remember me in your prayers now and then. have you*? God bless you for it. If you want to divide the little I leave you. I have worked hard all my life and yet I cannot leave you anything except this cabin and the little garden and an acre or two of ground and the adjoining wood lot. Promise me. don't handle the children so won 't be frightened. "mother will let you sleep longer tomorrow. They little to all one side. "this is the way the children. But you had better keep things together and work and save. sobbing. "Never mind. pull your chemise toAnd now— you must be gether. "Please. don't plant . so that they ' ' the children lay and with a trembling hand aroused the sleepers. Josephine. don 't take to poaching. you know. — — when you want to raise potatoes in our field. feel Wake so bad." I kept to control my seat at the table my feelings. children." He noticed at once that her calmness was only pretended. start. Anna. please. ' ' . please. seeking gathered about the sick man. The woman gave a "Don't things go. I love you all alike. and when you are grown up." gasped as though her heart had stopped beating then she said softly.362 THE GERMAN CLASSICS come. And you two boys. Are you not feeling so well." said Sepp. Sepp? You had a good sleep. wife. and let Martha sleep she is too young to under' * — a stand. be fair to each other. There! Of course. but gently. no good comes of it. good children and do what mother says. so you'll not take cold. who jumped up but half-awake. Anna. his voice becoming weaker. That is Think of all the will I need to make. Peter. And then.

now go to bed again. and outside. children. true ." "I do not to like his talking so much. don't try to talk!" sobbed the woman. now. 363 quite What my father used to say is * : me Plant in planting potatoes the old rule holds good in April and I come if I will . — morrow. I'll not forget it. there's a little money in it. you will find an old stocking. neither here nor in the hereafter. let me forget it: vou know mv black trousers and the blue coat. I am only glad . don't good. too. "Not yet. Anna. When sick people are over-talkative. Tomorrow morning when Holzjosel comes. Perhaps he won't object to reading something when they sit up tomorrow night. but plant me in the May sun and I ings. ''You are right. me. something might go wrong when the candles burn out there on the porch." the woman whisit very pered is regarded as an unfavorable sign. * * : lay that across planing-board leans against the wall the grind-stone and the bench. health is the best thing one can have. And afterwards. look in the straw-tick. where I keep the saws. children. not yet. Anna but I must finish what I have — to say. go back to bed again. The woman Anna. lit a taper to put into his hands. Now he lay completely exhausted on his bed. Oh yes." *'Sepp. Anna. You can give Peter something. am sure to come. but don't go too far away. so you won't take cold. may I not?" After taking it he said There. always take good care of your health. for having come up.SELECTIONS FROM ''FOREST HOME" them before May. We'll not be together long. ' Don 't neglect such little say- There now. behind the door. . fresh water tastes very See that nothing happens to the well. but I may have a sip of water. The weather will be fine to- my . he will help to lay me on it. You have been my all nobody can repay you for what you have been to me. What is to be done with me at the church you know well enough. We've lived together twenty years." he murmured. "a little later. My brown overcoat and the broad-brimmed hat I give to the poor.

do not let his soul be lost. All ye saints of God be with him in his hour of death." he said calmly. not a tear was She did not sob was the humble suppliant. bending over him and peering into his face.364 THE GERMAN CLASSICS have moment I can yet talk to you and that I senses. when he the red wax-taper burned. His eyes looked staring at . Finally she ceased. Sepp." she screamed. long and fervently. remember me to my parents and all our kin over there God . Mary. the intercessor. close to my side. Even if each of us gets over there alone. in her eye. bring up the children well." And she prayed. His pallid. comfort him. Anna. and I shall save a little place for you. "He is dying. and the Lord Jesus is waiting for you at Heaven's gate. although the pineknot was burning. quick ! The woman ran about the room in an endeavor to find something with which to light the taper. dear husband. But when hand. Sepp!" breathed the woman. she nor weep. halfopened lips gave no answer. Anna." my "Don't. bent over her husband. very calm. "I am like my father. life Thou. and it seemed to me that I heard a rattling sound somewhere in the room. and easy beg of you. You. easy live die. light the candle. don't die so hard. too. and prayed aloud: "Jesus." He may not have heard her any longer. she became. be with you." The children were sleeping. Seven Sorrows. close to my side. watched his faint breathing and whispered: "God be with you. Only. seemingly. we nevertheless belong to each other. lead him into everlasting when his soul departs. I Suddenly Sepp cried out: ' ' *'Now. his Mary. that in this last still *'No. when she put it into his held it peacefully with both hands and when she took the holv water from the shelf. The holy angels accompany you. Anna. Everything was still. I appeal to thy guardian angel. must do so and don't take it too hard.

I can never forget the night and the morning the death — midst of the infinite wellspring of life in thp forest. Sepp always liked your father. when I had promised to read. I keep. *' Would you like to take the hat along for your father?" she asked. He sprinkled the corpse with holy water and murmured: ''Thus they join the ranks. like a — — and burst into tears. so bright and dewy-fresh. I left the book on the table for the wake of the night or ' ' A A two following. Then I went out and down through the forest. dried her tears The taper burned dawn. steady and snow-white blossom. the chamois-beard as a remembrance of Sepp. The children now waking up again wept the youngest smiled. woodman came to the cabin. And in the cabin. You may keep ' ' the chamois-beard for yourself as a keepsake. motionless. even to this day. As I was about to go. lay a dead man. Then they dressed Sepp in liis best apparel. hands burned. one by one. bright." I thanked her. only The hour lay heavy upon Finally the and closed Sepp's eyes. on that plank. so full of life. holding his folded hands across his breast.SELECTIONS FROM "FOREST HOME" the ceiling. messenger carried the news through the forest. woman — the widow — arose. likewise. carried him out on the porch and laid him on the planing-board. Sepp lay stretched out. 365 And the wax taper which he held in his folded it did not flicker. ** he's dead!" cried the woman in a It's all over Then she sank upon a low stool shrill and piercing voice. so full of bird-song and flowery fragrance. the flame pointed upward his breathing no longer affected it. Say a paternoster for Sepp if you happen to think of it. cast an unsteady glance toward the bier. till us. in the . Sepp's widow brought a green hat with a fanshaped chamois-beard stuck under the band.

and Jochem made it every year. my godfather was a very sensible man. the most favored of creatures. and godfather and Jochem wished to take me along to Mariaschutz.366 THE GERMAN CLASSICS Whenever I am seized with a hunger for the world's joys. His most trusted defense against the wik^s of the enemy was the pilgrimage church at Mariaschutz. old man just like a wily. either early or late. would torture me- —I put Sepp's chamois-beard on my hat. Man. MY My FIRST RIDE ON THE STEAM-CARS Knee-slider was unnatural anything. the many it godfather. had and shoes from inventing the ability. in his opinion. But aside from the exalted opinion of Lucifer. so that one's feet would not get too cold. for example. to tan hides and to make boots these. noto. *Cf. straight from the devil. whose could not be successfully matched either by God or powers man. plainly. provided enough. himself—but the devil as — or whichever one of his many titles one may choose to give him. What little he understood of man-made things he looked upon as coming direct from God. Though only a child I was quite fleet of foot (my little goat I being the only creatures father could not overtake when he took aft(!r us with his whip). I am under obligations to him for many a pair of linen trousers and many an overfed stomach. then. at Satan's suggestion. and who made a dupe of both at every turn. page 358. Beelzebub. Jochem. It was a day's journey to that place. This gift he had from God. simple-minded. regarded God as a good-natured. . But when he took to lightning rods and the telegraph he did it. or when dread of my own death. cunning sly-boots. soul! — would believe Jochem* — God rest his things he did not understand came. or when doubts come over me as to man's standing in God's grace.

as from a burial-vault. That there was something supernatu- . we found ourselves standing before an enor- mous pile of rocks. greatly frightened. here we are. wo went over the Stuhleck to where. as though drawn by some spectral hand. "Jesus and Mary!" godfather exclaimed. or because we had stepped upon some "stray. boy. we saw a brown worm a little cloud of smoke floating over it make sure — —creeping along a sharply traced line. I suppose At last he murmured: this is their new-fangled road. according to that we did not get into the valley what people were saying. he only shook his head." godfather exclaimed. As we stood on the high ridge and looked toward the Spital bottoms below. came out of the tunnel. Toward evening we came into the valley. it's all "Perhaps mountains is!" father remarked and went away." "God forbid. Godfather and I set out. or — be- be- cause his curiosity had got the better of him (at times he was greatly afflicted with this failing). Godfather gazed at it for a long time. run!" And with that we ran down on the opposite side. from which two fiery red balls were dangling. I am told they've finished boring the hole through the mountain. "Well. "God forbid that can have a look at the we should look at that devil's contrivance a lie!" it ! It's all a hoax. behind which we saw a black hole. without saying a word. yet either cause godfather was unacquainted with the road." my father said. "look down there! Run. for I all I care. the devil's wagon was running up and down. running straight into the mountain. but it's a lie that they run in there!" cold draft.wort" instead of being at — Mariaschutz. Suddenly we heard a noise coming from the direction of the pole and one of the balls moved We were up.SELECTIONS FROM "FOREST HOME" li 367 Take him. Further on toward Spital stood a little stone cot- A tage with a tall pole before it. ''then the boy new railway they're building across the Semmering.

The ground rumbled dreadfully. there. Did you see that. The train passed directly under far down.368 ral THE GERMAN CLASSICS about it all we could easily see. making a gesture of despair. Godfather wiped the sweat from his face with his sleeve and stared into the tunnel. live people looked through the windows. At first it seemed to stand still. ''Godfather Jochem. while smoke poured out of the hole. Then my godfather. in the bowels of the earth. instead of the locomotive's pulling a few little carts or runabouts. I did. and how fast they went. puffing and snorting mightily. gether. However. they actually are running into brains. getting ever larger. A pitch-black monster came toward us on the iron road. Then he looked at me and asked. smoke was . then." I thought to myself. quietly and lazily. And attached to it *'By the holy cross!" godfather cried. "Upon my soul. *'do you not hear a rumbling noise in the ground?" a low tone. it's an earthquake." it "Then cannot have been a mere trick of the brain. feet. "it's thundering. for a The rear-end of the cars had shriveled tomoment longer one could see a little red light it. We our took the road up the mountains." he nearer. it came said." Then he moaned piteously. on which people could sit. we stood rooted to the ground. and belching great clouds of vapor from its throat. "see those houses hitched on to the thing!" And sure enough. cried out. my ' ' boy?" "Yes. and the It was too much for our poor frightful noise of it all — — ! himself can't stop that." Jochem murmured. there were houses with windows a whole village of them and real." I said. attached to then all had disappeared. in "I do. out of several tun- nels the rising. "The Lord that hole!" And the monster with its hundred wheels was already out of sight.

XVI— 24 . Then we ate a little supper at the inn and. and on their rocks and ravines." my godfather answered. boy. that sleep. the devil is riding me!" was greatly frightened. the spacious stables were empty. •'I've lost my appetite. where a little red lamp was always burning. of homesickness kept We me awake. and especially in a place like Mariaschutz. walls. and attended to our devotions. 369 are lost as sure as is He was jumped lessly thinking of the passengers. nor has anyone undertaken to stay the ravages of time since). But the excitement produced by the new and strange experiences of the day and a sort lay there a long time. we reached the hay-mow where we were to sleep. a craggy. Who had ever heard the like." godfather muttered. the tables in the guest-room and the horse-troughs out by the road-side were forsaken. he said. Night had fallen when we came to Mariaschutz. in through one opening. "sensible people do not eat much and I've learned a few things today. into their own graves!" a Jew's soul!" godfather ''They've reck- Things were unusually quiet at the inn up on the Semmering. going past the chambers of the stable-maids.SELECTIONS FROM ''FOREST HOME" "They said. all "Say. I Then. or slipping along dizzy heights. we saw the train — tiny as through another all very strange! "It beats all what folks can do nowadays. spread out before us. (even then falling into ruins. boy?" "No. out — caterpillar passing — As we descended." I replied. We went to the church. "Are you asleep. and gazed on the vast Austrian plains. formerly the proud monarch of this highway. my godfather was already sunk in sweet at once. perpendicular mountain or shooting across high bridges and dreadful gorges. The host. invited us very obsequiously to have luncheon. I supposed. where people came to pray? Vol." We stopped before the monument of Charles VI. however.

" tomorrow. he wanted to see the railway station at Semmering. why can't we? I'll stand the expense. godfather?" "It's a crazy notion." he reassured himself. for the moment. when I go to holy communion tomorrow. "Are you in pain. ' ' I was for it's the scheme. The signals indicated the approach of a train from Vienna. shall we try it. let feel better . But as we turned homewards godfather thought we had better not dea sin. in his sleep. Godfather tried to strike a bar- he offered him two sixgain with the railway official we would get off on the other side of kreutzer pieces. What would you think. boy!" ''What may be the matter?" I asked sympathetically. ''Well. right moun- where the hole ends. It. "Well. boy. looked black as pitch. listen- "They will open their eyes wide. I us go to sleep now. heart and soul. right where the hole ends." I thought to myself." he whispered.370 THE GERMAN CLASSICS '*It must be that I did not sprinkle myself with holy water before going to bed. "But if we want to get off?" insisted Jochem. "when we come home and tell them that we rode on the steam cars. the mountain. "I can't rest. may The next day we went to confession and to communion then we slid around the altar on our knees. it may pass off. "If others do it. being so near?" As I did not understand what he had in mind I gave no answer. laughing. too. so we went thither. — ." "He's talking ing attentively. ." the official said. cide on our plans too definitely. "Wliat could happen to us?" godfather continued. it's awful." he continued. At the station we saw the other end of the hole. "The train does not stop on the other side of the tain. "But nevertheless!" he murmured.

outside were flying walls. had the conductor not pitched my godfather into a compartment. Godfather sat with his hands folded in his lap and muttered "Well. and of the window. besides neither of us official was very heavy. "don't you see that wall flying past?" godfather Now it got very dark. boy. the would not be bargained with. the steam car is a nice thing Well. we haven't been riding long enough. and I heard Jochem say. he could not pay as much as the rich . There was a rushing and a roaring outside as of mighty waterfalls dashing do^vn. two tickets will cost you thirty-two kreutzers. — "It's wdien my death-knoll. But we now noticed that there like those in a were seats almost church. Meanwhile the train. so did I. and we saw that a little oil lamp was we looked out burning on the wall of our creaking little room. I thought the awful thing would not stop. and me after him. Already the signal was given for the departure of the train. one after another. I had to contribute two kreutzers. We could not have managed to board the train. that was just a little too much. Godfather nudged me Say. So godfather paid. as he stumbled into the compartment. if we are not at Spital already! Say. "Jesus and Mary!" my cried out. We were traveling underground. but." in the car. All to no avail . poor as he w^as. and we heard fearful shrieks. out of the next. who would have thought it would come to this? Why have I been such a triple idiot?" We must have been underground for the space of some ten paternosters when it began to be light. It hissed and spit and groaned then it drew up sharp. the lower tunnel." Godfather declared himself ready to pay what w^as fair. we ' ' : ! . It's a fact. came puffing into coming the station. flying telegraph poles and trees we were run: . ning along the green valley. Godfather stood there like a chicken whose 'brains have been removed.SELECTIONS FROM ''FOREST HOME" 371 ''You must go as far as Spital. well. but now I begin to like it. I declare.

were permitted to take back our poor belongings after being detained at the station for hours. Jochem murmured. boy. godfather stared at me. I haven 't another kreutzer. during which time high officialdom exercised its inquisitorial powers. after taking the bits of pasteboard which had been given us before we got into the train. at an hour when. dazed. finally. for two persons a florin and — six kreutzers. he finally said in a husky voice. "Miirzzuschlag!" we left the car. Now. know their business! How they will stare at If I had the money. we could easily have been af ." he exclaimed. What if we keep our seats!" I examined our compartment. a very strong pipe.372 THE GERMAN CLASSICS haven't had our money's worth." I sobbed. uncle. stopped. it had lost its power. I home! our mountain just as make of it all. toward evening. indeed. where they made us turn our pockets inside out. the certificate of confession from Mariaschutz and. and twice over at that." money with you?" I stared at "I haven't any money with me. And godfather cried ''Well. They took us to an office. I would let them take me up : am ' ' were good for Spital only! That means paying the difference. The gatekeeper. looked out into the country flying past us. refused to let us "See here. The train the conductor called out. proved its efof a sudden. "these tickets ^0. ficacy until today." my godfather. after so rapid a journey as ours had been. but did not know what to these folks now. We It had. the leather purse containing nothing except a blessed brass-charm which my godfather carried with him in the firm belief that he would never be completely out of funds as long as he carried the — sacred object in his purse. "have you any "Boy. Finally. I I had no objection. All we had was a blue handkerchief which did ' ' ' ' — service for both of us and which they would not touch a hard crust of bread.

When the figure had disappeared father stopped and asked me whether I had noticed it. excepting myself. When we had reached the sheep-pasture. est. I suppose I ought to turn my hand to something again. him. we saw a man dodging through the undergrowth. * Tony.SELECTIONS FROM "FOREST HOME" 373 home. the forest-guard. to sit on the bench by the stove and watch father enjoy the bit of venison he had brought." my father said after we had seated ourselves . "That was Black " he added. He had a deer thrown across his shoulders and trailed something like a rifle behind him. at that time. where the young larches were still gleaming in the morning dew. ever looked after Wolf. boy. father was suffering. "Yes. where we were sure to find plenty of willow- bushes. The meadow lay high up in the depths of the for- Father halted frequently on the way.' When Black Tony was in the neighborhood. from a tedious ail- Scarcely anyone. am I strong enough for basket-weaving!" So the next day we set out early to go up to the so-called forest-meadow. As we slunk out of the station my godfather whispered "These new-fangled steam cars the devil is in to me: — them after all!" STANDING GUARD My ment. boy. leaned on his stick. about the feast of the Assumption of the Blessed — Virgin: "Well. took a deep breath and asked me whether I did not want to have a bite of bread. only to make our long way thither in the darkness of the night. He crouched so low that we could only see a few tufts of coal-black hair. also dropped in occasionally. What do you think. The venison really benefited my father so much that he said to me one day it was in August. we were dismissed. everybody locked the doors.

** people like Tony have a hard time of it. Here we intended to rest a while before beginning our labors. to still the meadow in the clearing." We continued our journey slowly. but for the money she got out of it. now that he has served his time. There is no doubt of it. although I do not think that he would harm anyone. the little protecting hood of which was thickly covered with moss. we came. not check themselves. and steinberg — already the autumn crocus was in bloom. — . only badly demoralized. He isn't bad naturally. A charcoalburner 's wife took him in of course not for charity 's sake. He has never seen his father nor mother in all ^is life. he went to the animals took to ple poaching. ing. but wherever he sought to find the — he found the doors closed against him. Blue gentian-bells fringed the field. no one likes to meet him. to the clearing to cut the willows which the brook. They brought him from a foundling-home into this part of the country when he was a mere child. ^Tony. arching over a softly purling brooklet.374 THE GERMAN CLASSICS on a fallen tree-trunk. Last year Wolf managed to have him sent to prison. . The Teufels- shaded parts of it but tlie long rows of willows. son. we came overhung to where the tall pines began again and where a red cross We had come was standing. been mown and the hay taken away a lonely stillness brooded over it. . As he grew up Tony roved through the woods. and eat a bit of bread. Going across the meadow. and so he got wayward and unmanageable. When peowould not have him. she said. not a soul paid any attention to him. When . gleamed in The meadow had already the sun with a silvery sheen. people are often pushed upon the downward road then they keep sliding down and canshelter. After making our way through wide stretches of forests and shady ravines. you can't stay here any more!' then?' Tony asked her. look about at the trees. you good-for-noth'Where shall I go. woman saw that her adopted son brought her only shame and disgrace. at last.

lopped off some pine and fir branches. Though he tried to appear calm. Father. Then he knelt before the green mound and repeated a paternoster. do our brother the kindness watch here. Some foxes or crows might come this way I don 't know of . "but somebody must keep it. to my boy. "Well. and you'll be a good boy and sit here by lips livid and dry like parched ground — "We the cross. I know. we must do our Christian duty to to sit for A Wolf. I will leave you the axe." father said. the — life had fled. Then we saw that the man lay in a stepped pool of blood the blood coming from a wound in his neck had already stopped flowing." When I began to cry. won't cut any willows to-day. sat 375 fixedly down he looked long and A man lay at the foot a rifle it of a silver-fir —a forest guard with near him. How could my father want hours by a corpse? But I did not know the road and could not have found the wood-choppers. ' ' I stared at the dead man." he continued. and the other will have to stay here in the meantime.SELECTIONS FROM ''FOREST HOME" But before father at one spot. one could not tell whether he was really as fast asleep as seemed. father picked me up. said very softly: ''Now they've killed forester Wolf. "Yes. it's a sad watch. "now one of us must fetch somebody to take Wolf away. Then he examined the dead man his eyes were set. I felt his violent heart-beats. A dead person must not be left alone before he is buried. clasping his hands. keep it within reach. and covered the forester. As he rose he said." me pang shot through me. I had better hobble over to the wood-choppers. Some animal might molest him. pushing me back with one hand. . My father took the little axe with which he had intended to cut the willows from his belt. my father toward him. boy. his hair covering his forehead and eyes. Finally. .

Grasshoppers jumped here and there. You may go as far as the willows over there. As yet the shadows got shorter and shorter. and disappeared in the darkness of the woods. I was now alone on the forest clearing. The twigs stirred and quivered. . It extended its arms wide as though seeking to embrace the whole forest. without doubt. a few years : ago. he passed our house with his bride. Poor Wolf! I remembered very well how. I'll hurry as much as I can by the time the shadows begin to lengthen.376 THE GERMAN CLASSICS any other wild things hereabouts. the lonely meadow. . no ('hrist figure hung on it. but my eyes were drawn constantly to the red cross and to that which lay beneath it. day. lazy I made my way along the ^villows. on their wedding Bugles sounded. I parted the bushes and looked in upon the almost lustreless. knelt to say their prayers. The sun stood high over the Teuf elssteinberg a bluish haze lay over the valley. to measure the shadows of the trees with be here. some: one will be here. improvised mortars were fired off. people will . but no further. passing this way. Wolf was then a fine young fellow he wore a big bunch of flowers on his hat and a red ribbon hung about his neck. He went straight across the meadow which we had crossed before. A Then I began my short steps —when these begin to lengthen. with large spots came toward me I beat a hasty retreat. I returned to the cross and seated myself on the rock on which devout wayfarers. making the windows of our house rattle. I did not want to look at the strange bier I stepped over to the willows. The cross was quite tall. where now it was stained with a streak of blood." Then he put a piece of bread under a tree for me and went away. . under the thick network which they formed. the gleaming willows and the peaceful mound at the edge of the woods were bathed in soft sunlight. lizard brook.

folding her hands. They were singing a merry children's song. mien. A brooded over by an eternal silence. It need not fear this huntsman any more." her prayers. more than ever. . Poachers had shot him. sniffing. It was not it the woodchoppers. pale. assuming a very sober . because scented gunpowder in the rifle. they had lengthened a bit. Father was right as usual. toward the thicket. soon approached the mound. I now — trees." But the shadows ^vithdrew under the trees. Then I sat against the cross and ate a slice of bread. could be heard. I heard a sustained sound. though. held a child. and looked in the direction of the Teufelsstein. said The child did likewise. Then I went to the covered corpse and stood there a long scarcely felt afraid.SELECTIONS FROM ''FOREST HOME" 1 377 turned from the cross and the mound. early autumn day. and peeped through the ling sound time. and the little girl laughed and skipped over the soft grass. I must have been there for many hours. by the hand. some three carried a basket on her back and years old. I went across the meadow. a very good boy Thev came nearer when thev saw me : little he is. but She straight across the meadow came a young woman. Agatha. It was a dreamy. when I measured the shadows again. Suddenly it bounded away in great leaps. they were the wife and child of the the the woman said to one: "Look. Someone was coming. see that boy over there by the cross! He is saying his prayers. . coming to take Wolf away. Finally. perhaps The animal. an echo. I recognized the two forester. scarcely a gnat. blue sky arched over all not a bird. saying to myself: "After I have crossed it ten times I will measure the shadows again. Then she knelt on the stone and. There was a sudden cracka deer had come up. in the woods.

" by father we'll sit She placed the child on the bier. cast a glance at the twigs. the child held a ring toward her and said: "See what I found. are a funny little see fly!" man. . She saw a half-covered human hand. greatly pleased. From there she called out to me and asked what I was doing all alone in the clearing whether I was lost or was. she covered her face with her hands. then uttered a piercing cry. taking her basket. how did you come by that?" The child smiled. it terfly. ''There. then. perhaps. hunting — my I goats f knew no answer. The woman uttered a cry of astonishment: "Child. How could I have told them what lay under those branches'? I went over toward tlie willows. she tugged at the branches and burrowed in them till. just see how it flits about. and afterwards we'll all skip home together. pile of twigs —on its father's Then. Finally she became frightened and began to call for "You her mother. By and ' ' now . Like one possessed she rushed toward the pile of twigs. Before — — her lay her murdered husband in his blood. at last. After a while the woman came. Little Agatha played on the mound. so you are!" the forester's wife remarked laughingly and went to her work." the woman then said to the child. will come down from the Teufelsstein.378 THE GERMAN CLASSICS I was indescribably sad. mad haste. she went toward a ridge where clusters of gentian were growing. and then down and eat the sour-milk cheese I brought in my basket. it is father's ' ' ring. sinking back. The woman set the child on the ground. she drew forth some object. I will go and cut some gentian while I am gone. Pointing to a large snow-white butI said: ''That butterfly. you may sit on these twigs and pick off the little cones. sweetheart. snatched the mass apart in terrified.

Their shadows retreat and advance as they do in life's uncertain course their shadows advance and retreat like hu. placed gun at his side. came across the clearing. she did not shed a tear. father had suggested that he probably was the murderer. the long shadows of the firs lay aslant the meadow. and bore him away. carrying a stretcher. carrying the child in her arms.SELECTIONS FROM ''FOREST HOME" 379 At that moment two woodchoppers. He took me on his knees and said: ''My boy. The judge I As approached I the trial was held beneath the large ash that stood our yard. Tony confessed to haying taken the forester's life. lustre. greatly moved." We did not return to the meadow that year — though. from motives of revenge. the woman. I went toward our own farmstead. saw some sturdy young fellows leading a wretch. were still glistening and the tall firs stood there as of old. It was Bh\ck Tony. The stretcher went swaying along in the direction of the distant forest-lodge. The pale. man life itself. followed the bier. I have been there several times. too. The willows since then. When I entered the house father sat by his bed. started to go. As we had miserable-looking seen him that morning in the young larch copse. set face of the wife. . She did not utter a cry. following the bier — of the firs on the forest edge. The willows gleamed with a watery I. They took him manacled to the city whence he had come as a child. the red-cheeked. they lifted the dead forester on the bier. I've borne a heavy burden to-day on came and in your account. bright-eyed curlyI never can forget them. this has been a bad day. The red cross stood silent and motionless in the dim shade headed child. The basket was left standing among the gentian clusters. After kneeling down and prayhis ing silently.

what can be said in answer to this? "Marcus is an old skeptic. '*It will rain when it gets ready and not before. Marcus.380 THE GERMAN CLASSICS WHEN THE NIGHTS WERE BRIGHT hot. was heavy and the mountains even those quite near were wrapped in a blue haze. the color of autumn beech-leaves. a huge cloud of red-tinged smoke came rolling up. . gleaming begin to hope. From beyond the forest-ridge. — . one could see the grayish earth between the dried-up grass blades. so that one could look him in The — air — — then he crept along the gray waste of the sky as Toward evening though he were parched with thirst. The summer had been very The moss in the forest had become sere and brittle. then turned pale and lustreless. So the people from our parts went down in great numbers. Where. but on the morrow the clouds had vanished and the night dew had been absorbed by the thirsty air. only to kick it to pieces again with His feet." that is what can be said. The stones in the brook beds were dry and white as ivory. a trout or some other water creature lay dying. following the motion toward the Filnbaum ridges. If If a Supreme Being placed us He is weak-minded or has forgothas no head. clapped his hands together in amazement. here and there. darkening the sky. Just then the herdsman from the Riegelberg burst in through our door he was speechless with excitement. What's the use He all this of puling and praying?" Good people. With his two fore-fingers he pointed through the open window. Our hired man Marcus and I alone did not go. clouds would often arise. a little pool still managed to exist. what is the face . and people sharp-edged. why then it is not likely that He has ears. and has made the world with His hands. the use of whimpering? here. it is not likely that ten us. In the morning the sun shone red. Dead ants and beetles lay everywhere among the brown pine-needles. Down in the valley a day of prayer for rain had been appointed.



down around the When. And in the ravine . they returned. It proved to be according so. village church. victorious banner. many a one had it . now taller. our hired man. insatiable element! It consumes as long as it lives. smoke. represents Our as the Last Victor. they themselves begot the storm on which they rode. They may at first have skipped lightly from twig to twig. were resinous from root to crown. could can attain such boundlessness. crackling flames spread in all directions. A feverish quiver filled . rolling up. cursing and crying for help. it is for this that the Seer lives as long as it it . fanned the flames into new life. how the fiery tongues licked and flared. reaching for his axe and hastening away. trees brought low and. hard by the dried-up copse of young dry larches there the flames had started. Ever broader and denser the threatening black mass came began the "puling and praying. the sparks shot up once more into the billowy Blistering air currents. But the forest and its cabins were deserted everyone was at the procession. the air. Branches were hurled down. Oh. were useless. irresistible. and consumes it consumes a world and. A few woodchoppers ran aimlessly hither and yon. the heart of the forest was ablaze. No one knew how." which. The trees. then. the roaring. the fiery element burst into fury and unfurled its red. a thousand worlds. rushing through the branchless trees.SELECTIONS FROM '^ FOREST HOME" 381 ''That may make trouble. stood in serried ranks. some hours after." Marcus exclaimed. No other power reach them. injured years ago by heavy hail. Then suddenly. and every- where terrific energies were released. rising. from their branches hung On — long festoons of moss their trunks. as the Ruler of Eternity. people worked and toiled bravely. I to the sunny slopes of the Filnbaum forest. Hurrah. there was a hissing as from a brood of vipers. where the underbrush lay. as we soon saw. leaped from branch to branch with fluttering wings. as they fell.

From our house on the heights we could see the flames shoot up over in the Filnbaum and the Pelsenleiter forests. this is the Day of Judgment!" The horrors lasted for days. a flock of air. though the night sky gleamed a rosy-red and. fiery banners into shreds. but he did not wail. thus scattering the element a thousand-fold. but the fiery fiend reached out his arms in various directions. There was a weird reverberation in the air. The fire had not yet reached the deeper gorges . We will all share the lot of these poor creatures one woman moaned. Christ. Now the workers. the homeless terrified little creatures whirred about aimlessly. he was His resinous clothing was already quiet activity beginning to take fire. all to no avail! The blistering wave swept onward. Marcus noticed these fear- ful mishaps. and a lurid glare lay over the broad expanse of the dark woods. cleared the cabins of their few contents. Toward evening a high wind arose and whipped the mighty. but there. and check them by ad- sought to out-manoeuver the flames vancing some distance and felling the trees. half-burned. the singed needles of the twigs were waiting for the oncoming. itself. Exhausted and the women helpless. the bared branches all about. and proached our human habitations. the men stopped their labors. . he did not despair. a fiery dragon swept along. devouring flame only to burst into a blaze before it reached — them. Then he rushed to the brook bed and rolled in the sand till it clung to every part of his sticky garb. high in the Then again. who had gathered from everywhere. burning! Oh. the knew not whither to turn for safety. at times. twittering birds would come.382 to be THE GERMAN CLASSICS borne away. Now he was armored! He lopped off branches. soft whispering of the pines could still be heard. he felled trees God. ''there is no human possibility of saving ' ' fawns and deer ap' ' ! the forest — it is burning.

A murky veil One of the least perturbed was old father Martin. that is what I like to see ' ' ! storm had arisen and raged in the burning forest. finally. with mouths agape. shouted: ** That's right. roaring sound and Marcus. Instead we saw a murky. when w^e lay huddled in a corner of our empty living room. so that at times we could scarcely see the sun. No need now. we had a heavy down-pour ' ' A . Our cattle had long since been driven to the upland pasture. whose cabin had been burned: he picked cranberries by the light of the forest fire. ''This is the end.Wednesday. When the storm had subsided. The flames were now in wild retreat. ''roast-pigeon" fell from the air. seeing the bared hill-sides. yet never wholly effaced. Our heights were shrouded gent in smoke. to light the pine-knot in our house. On the fifth night. But the fires were driven in a direction opposite to our house. of an evening. affording a magnificent. the furniture we had taken into a wide. open field. We watched the fire creeping toward us it climbed the heights and dipped into the gorges. often obscured by whirling vapors. starting afresh in leaped new and distant parts. within an easy walking distance the pine woods were aflame. We heard a roar and a rushing as of wild waters dashing between the trunks of trees. . Yes. "We must be approaching a great festival. they over whole stretches of forest. even regained their wonted humor. Half crazed men and women gathered around our house. we were suddenly aroused by a loud. and a punodor clung to our nostrils. hanging above us. verily. that's right. then. seeing that even the mountains have their It was more like Ash.SELECTIONS FROM *' FOREST HOME" 383 lay spread over the entire region. it came marching up our slope. reddish disk. who stood. though terrible sight. it is all over!" the people said helplessly. A few. shaggy locks trimmed. stationed on the roof. it was that which old Marcus had liked to see.

the young. A damp. there came a bountiful harvest. That winter we could see from our windows many white stretches we had not seen before. they sowed the new fields with grain. the mountain-side. autumn days had come. infinite life is astir there luxuriant vegetation. reaching from the Filnbaum clear over to our house. was put under the plow. hung rain lasted for days and on the hills the clouds The smoke from the smouldering tree trunks mingled with them for a long time but. the fires were out. No one in our parts had ever seen such golden splendors as were our grain fields. They turned over the blackened sod. finally. But the forest does not end with its destruction and after every end there's a beginning. But only with the return of spring could of the havoc the fire had made. field after field. green forest. — — Autumn mists were spinning the snow. In the years following. frosty mist lay over the land. and for some thirty years the soil of the devastated region gave bread to man. lately. they built And with the early autumn shelters for the shelterless. which our priest spoke on the occasion: "He maketh sore and bindeth up. spade and plow. stretching into the hills. and. Everywhere charred ground. We had to join our efforts to garner the vast stretches of bending heads of grain. I still remember the words.384 of rain. He woundeth and His hands make whole may His name be praised!" The next day he sent his men to fetch the tithes and he had a we judge — — right to them. is retaking Fresh. half burnt roots. a happy world of animal creatures a fresh and joyous manifestation of Creative Power. THE GERMAN CLASSICS The lazily. Now people came with pick-axe. — — . To-day the people have scattered or are dead. rust colored rocks. and here and there blackened tree trunks.

then closed the window and went to bed again. But the dairy-maid's cliild up in the Steinlend lies dead and she would like to have the good people of Alpel help her to take care of the little one. Father had put on his trousers hurriedly and paced the He opened a window. Riippel." we all where the hired man. but the man outside had gone. said. good night!" The voice ceased and the retreating heavy mountain shoes were heard crunching in the sand. there are no thieves nor robbers about. the dairy-maid's child lies dead up repeated. one could hear the rustling of straw and something like suppressed sighing. Early next morning one of our neighbors came to tell us that during the night. We lay quietly a few minutes longer. Now go to sleep again. someone had awakened him and said that Vol. that is . there isn't any fire. folks. The stars shone in the silent sky. floor. The snorer's chorus struck up once to sleep again. That is all I wish to say. Father muttered something. There had been a sharp rap on the window pane and a harsh voice outside was heard to say: "You needn't be afraid. raising himself.SELECTIONS FROM "FOREST HOME" 385 THE DAIRY-MAID One midnight time instead —I chanced to be at home at the of at my work among the country folk— one in sunuiier midnight the snorer's chorus in my father's bedroom was suddenly interrupted. did not hear his snoring. "You heard it too. XVI— 25 but." said father. "Riippel. did you?" "Yes. finally there was a rustle in the straw and father. we've all heard it. strange. . who told you about it. some three months old. up there. "It's very queer. had "Well. ' ' in the Steinlend. Riippel 1 seems to know about it No answer from the hired man we thought he had gone — . and the stars are still in the sky. yet we more from the loft above." said father. "did she have a child!" "Yes." came from the loft above his bed.

though well and hardy as usual. My father shook his kindly. A stout cord wound about it made it easier to carry. And now father said. so people got ready to ^ \ -^ | strange to see the young fellow — usually so alert and — ing to heed father's requests refuse to do what had been will- go up. disturbed." i i | . and toward evening the coffin was finished. and there was an awful. here. In the meantime other reports of the child's death reached us. flour and eggs and carefully closed. good boards we had in plenty and the tools were there.386 a little THE GERMAN CLASSICS child lay dead up in the Steinlend pastures the people of the valley for burial. meat. old Michael. "See I was ing me. someone must go up and see. Father asked Riippel to make a little coffin. but it was asked of him. He was very handy at making things. you big fellow!" meanoldest and as a matter of fact had reached the . but offered no reason for his unwillingness to make the little box. ''Well. and the winds blew its locks I about its face. and he felt his heart breaking with fear. The clouds were sweeping over it. He had even painted a little cross on the lid. in spite of my official release from military duties. would not touch a plane. Then it was filled with bread. if in no other way. the knife-mark on the door-jamb which indicated the "soldier-stature. the well digger. and y after. But now I cleared it without needing to reckon in my hair. He had had a weird dream the night greatly before. But the Steinlend pastures were far up in the mountains and one could not be expected to make the long journey for nothing nor empty-handed." In my younger years I would often stand on tiptoe to touch the mark with my shock of hair. So father set to making it himself. begged Soon | j far up on the highest peak of the Steinlend-Alps. came along. My good mother wept many a tear because. dead silence. Riippel himself. He attended to other work about the place. He had seen a dead child on its bier on a flat rock. shaggy head for a while and then he said.

you big fellow time to go take the little box up to the dairyday. The coffined hams and eggs were by no means light. See here. the cows would not have let down their But when the milk was attended to. I had followed the light woman into the ravine and saw that the And came from a little oil-lamp burning in the dark recess. . woman slipped from the cabin. I am surely fooled this time!" I thought to myYet the people looked very sober and were not surself. cows. Several men and women were standing before the cabin the dairy-maid was busy with her butter making. This is SunSo father said. I reached the cheese dairy long after dark. through which a little mountain stream was threading its way. Blue shadows lay in the lowlands and the valleys.SELECTIONS FROM ''FOEEST HOME" she always saw 387 me ' ' in her mind **on the bloody field" with ! my soldier comrades. . going in the direction of a rocky ravine close by. otherwise. The woman drew back the sheet slowly and uncovered the face of a child. the young milk. And the maid sang because. which the woman — — now knelt down to kiss. near the little lamp. rosy tinge upon the tiny cheeks and lips. break the eggs. dim red light lay athwart the rocky wall. in the hollow of a huge boulder so huge indeed that its outline could not be traced in the dark lay an object. the heights were smiling in the sunset's quiet glow. The light of the lamp threw a faint. I saw no child and when the maid went to the stalls to milk the . A tremulous. At her feet the spring came trickling through the rocks . ''Well. covered with a white sheet. prised to see me coming with a coffin. you have maid in the Steinlend-Alps." I set out with my load in the direction of the bare mountain range. I saw no corpse. . She can get the funeral-meal with what is in the box but go carefully so that you won 't . she sang a yodling song.

on Sunday. as a last farewell. dear little Lucie. "I carried the little baby . directly here. but my Lucie was so sweet and dear. in the hope that every drop of God's water contained His blessing. they've come to take you away. there was no room nor suitable surrounding in the herder's cabin for laying out the little corpse. ' ' ? . one moment full of overflowing life throe hours afterward. So the mother had bedded it in the eternal shelter of the rocks. beside the rock. jjraying with her. Oh. ''She is right why are matters so arranged? Why must all the abroad if —just as — the winds — . I meant not to say anything about the death of my child what need is there of people knowing? What need have I of people in all this? The little thing is dead. my child. Here. I wanted to bury my little one there. But in the high Steinlend region there is no priest to bless the water and so the dairy-maid brought her dead child to the clear spring." I knew not what to answer. and. had told it so that now you come up with your help and sympathy. so that I could have her dear body near me always. peaceful threnody. But I said to myself. The springlet murmured its sad. But it got noised . Then she went on. dead. her fingers in its waters to wet the fore- head of the In Catholic countries it is the custom for those who gaze on the face of the dead to sprinkle it with holy water. you want to take away the dearest thing I have. stiff little body. When the maid noticed me she addressed the child: *'They do not want us to be together any longer. ! — — — to this place as soon as she was dead. *'0f croup. and the church bells will not wake her again. at the foot of the rock. she was my child. as long as I live here. I loved to sit with Lucie. from pure kindness. singing to her or.388 the THE GERMAN CLASSICS woman dipped child. and the jagged fronds of wild-ferns and gentian bluebells fanned the stark. Things will go on as they have always done and I shall be alone ''What did little Lucie die of?" I asked sympathetically. Besides. playing with her. lying near." burst from her agonized heart.

little forehead then the herd-boy fetched Now take leave of your child until you the maid and said." She stepped up. take my own too! I have nothing else to give. take this christening-gift from your godfather with you. she prepared the funeral-meal from the stores which I had brought in the coflQn. to be seen no more. another in his garden-plot.SELECTIONS FROM ** FOREST HOME" 389 dead be taken to the cemetery? Would it not be more sensible to have everyone lay his dead away where he would or could. in it." Then the figure hastened away. and do not forget your mother. or some other spot that he had learned to love. Such spots are more appealing than are the cemeteries where the multitudes of graves stifle one 's reverence and love for his own dead. a figure leaped. and placed the chihi breast and sprinkled upon water on the cold. placed a little package in it and stammered: "You must take something from me too. just as I was about to nail down the coffin-lid. when I come to die. again on the Last Day. or upon a sunny meadow." She was right. I had recognized our hired man. as it were. Riippel. Suddenly. the dairy-maid of the Steinlend. rushing up to the coffin. Good night! You are now one of God's angels. too. I went to the ravine its I laid a bit of fern ' ' . or on the quiet heath or the grassy plain where he lived his childhood. among the rocks. Still we made ready to take the dead babe to the churchyard. on the high in mountain. when she wanted to lay her child near her. brought — — esteeming it a sacred — —and thing placed it in the coffin . Lucie. He. had his baptismal present a gift which people guard. "There. took the little hand in hers and said. from out of the dawn and. The dairy-maid did not let the fire on the hearth go out that night. And when the little box was thus emptied. so that he might care for the place with tender care? I myself would prefer to sleep in the forest. a thousand times good night!" Then she held a blue handkerchief to her face and staggered see it away. reach out your little hand.

the mountain-side with the child. for that very all very many foolish pranks in my more foolish. wdiere her dearest treasure had lain. until the procession disappeared in the hollows. at night. through green. She went to the funeral meal. reason. I dreamed I had a child.390 THE GERMAN CLASSICS Why all which I now closed. There we placed But we went down the child that had seen the light of the sun but a few months before in its dark little grave. still burning in the sunlight. against the rocks. just as a child is carried. to dro^vn the blows of the hammer. sat down before the cabin and ate Then the folk That ended. repeating their prayers. in the nails. she sank on — — her bed. but we thought knew. living forests. did he bring w^e iU him the reason. No man asked When I drove repeated every the echoes from the rocks stroke. God. There. who had come from the valleys and neighboring Alpine pastures. MY Really the FIRST APPEARANCE ON THE STAGE T did not play youth —but. The people followed. It was the mother of the child. it cannot be changed. saying: "It is all over. Only one human being stayed behind and from the door followed us with her eyes. on toward the churchyard. where every tree and every bird greeted us. while the dairy-maid sat milking and singing to her cows. and carried it away. stood. in utter weariness. I raised the coffin to my breast and in my arms. And after the ravine where the lamp weeping long and piteously she bathed her head in the cold waters. When the sun rose and the dewdrops on the grass glistened like little flames. thou knowest how well thou knowest that this is true no more!" She went at her tasks and toiled ceaselessly until. the few I did play were My appearance on the stage at Krieglach certainly deserves a place with these. . she sank down and burst into tears. the oldest one of us repeated a prayer.

some of the villagers were engaged in the forthcoming play. monsieur!" he replied. An* "String thony and George. evil tongues through the whole town.SELECTIONS FROM ''FOREST HOME" 391 A theatrical troupe had come to town and. naturally enough. in the village. I had an uneasy feeling as I walked through . as is usual in such cases. and. We webs. But when by then. the home of art and spider- . the latter the Landowner. We —in the in all directions. our fellow villagers regarding us with a certain. so to speak. had already selected their parts the former was to be the Moor. They desired me to take the part of the Corporal. Being out of work the tailoring business was not very brisk just then I had come down to the village from my native hills. I was frightened. monsieur!" "Thank you. awe. the village. George?" I asked. I asked." I said had better leave town this very day. and had determined to employ that language exclusively as the medium of communication during his theatrical career. We bowed condescendingly perhaps a pretended. of Pearls" was to be given. "I of this business will be a failure. In my enthusiasm for the cause I accepted the role. somewhat proud of my new dignity after all. George is master tailor he speaks French. I interested — — Holtei's myself greatly in the theatrical undertaking. But when I reflected upon the matter more carefully. and meet manfully whatever fate mav decree!" to have rehearsals to-day. the corporal deserts he will be flogged. "Oui. as we met on "Are we the street. "At what hour?" ''Sept lieures." "Eh hien!" went toward the High Temple of the Muses innkeeper's barn-loft. "The upshot to myself. My good friends. entered the dim halls. Stick to the post. if only to swell the receipts of the to take parts company.

as much as to say. philosophy And And jurisprudence. sure enough." Jack made say in the same play. With due modesty. the "boards that signify the world. we played for others. should begin some day. "Now you can see for yourselves that is made to ! — — acting is not child's play. I could repeat my two hundred words. I ! was only a tailor at that time.392 I was a some bats THE GERMAN CLASSICS little nervous. be it said that I had committed my part well . with Faust: — ! ' ' ' ' — "I've studied now. gle and stress This was only a rehearsal. medicine. I staggered behind the wings. and especially for the poor troupe. would make a mess of it. I wished from my whole heart that they. NevertheIf I less I was already thinking of more important roles. even. too. they made blunBut the manager of the company ders." And." when I gazed upon and the wide cracks between. let that pass. let us say. I yes. my teeth chattered. Now the other two had their turn. in default of a more suitable place." But we were not playing for ourselves. "because my own is lighter thereby. But now I had to venture out out into life. plenty of them who was our stage-director merely smiled to himself. But the worst was yet to come. had taken possession of a paper royal-crowTi. awaiting my cue. evidently the remnants of a former show. at last. it was: "for ourselves. alas! theology. I But. still. Oh. I disturbed that. stammeringly. "I rejoiced in the ill fortune of others. The prompter whispered: "Surely it isn't that tall gawk that works for the farmer?" For the farmer ? What farmer ? " I asked myself." but at that time I had not yet studied anything! However. I am to repeat it" was in a cold sweat when. full of strugThe empty benches are not severe critics. and I did so. then." .

Our village doctor was not satisfied with my carriage." The troupe looked forward to a full house. and had only been a rehearsal. professional critics!" an actor from the city would have said. Yes. it seemed to me that the pines and the larches shook their heads. We actors addressed each other in the course of the day. alongside of an aged tree trunk. sides. went out into his garden patch to discourse on repentance and the forgiveness of sins to the cab- bage heads. The next morning. I did not stand straight nor soldier-like enough to suit him. and I rejoiced thereat. Slowly I took my way out into Evening approached. after my lines. disapprovingly. To my infinite Besatisfaction it went as easy as the Lord's prayer. "Those blockheads are a stupid lot. and . village The . the tickets were on sale. wishing to perfect himself in the art of preaching. my knees back stand thus in the garden for a while. we three had our names on the bill-board at the street corner and on the slunk We yet this walls of the village-inn. Indignant. only by our new titles Baron. I was broken in spirit.SELECTIONS FROM "FOREST HOME" 393 home through the most deserted streets. even before sunrise. the great play. in the afternoon. Only. the straightened tailor and the trunk. He let me had talked of nothing but the event. too. scarcely awake I ''did" my part. or else. I went artist-locks were waving in the village. I think he had none in the house at the time. : Corporal. Wo. while we. already. "in which three of the most talented men in the country round about were to take part. the trees were our auditors. and they did us the favor not to run away. Moor. that is. and master had Though not got any sewing ready for me. whispered to each other. and my chin up. ogled each other. even better they waved their arms in applause. He pushed my chest out and my stomach in. They tell of a priest who. toward My long the breeze. we had the entire day for practice. fared forth into the woods and practiced our parts.

" I implored. you scorn a loving heart. as on the day when I was excused from military service." she said and worked on. and proclaim ray woes on the go into the wide world stage and weep behind . Then I heard a sound as of the whetting of a scythe." she answered. It was a beautiful evening. the same weaver-maiden. liana!" you. I skipped along. The weaver's daughter was mowing the evening ration for her . Ju''Same with downcast eye and blushing cheek I wrote a poem that evening. a comedy was to be enacted then and there. with my arms crossed I sauntered over field and meadow. full of tragic pathos. the stage!" "Go right along!" yes. my heart was full of new feelings and presentiments here and there a flower was still in bloom and thus^let me confess. don 't bother me I must go to my cow. act revived my self-confidence. I want to tell you something." She mowed and mowed and to but kept on then put the grass into a big basket. "Very well. who was now seven- teen and lilies whom one of my poems had declared to be woven and rosemary. pulled one and ate it. She did not look at me at mowing with exemplary diligence. — cow. rushed This future. "I shall go on the stage. of Yes. "then I shall go away and go on ' ' ' ' I . "There's no need of it. There being no end to my inner torture toward a patch of turnips. "Juliana. into a glorious The sun had gone down. Go.394 THE GERMAN CLASSICS I the fields. I stepped up to the weaver-maiden: ''Good evening. blissful and free. I now was an artist. Then. an actor." "Juliana. I cast loving glances at the evening sky. ." "Yes." I said. I exclaimed: "You only care for your cow.

honjour!" George bawled at me. "You had my father!" to She had turned half around and the rake was about slip out of her hand. already sake. ' ' the village-church village street. and if you snapped are bound not to like your trade. venez id!" "Yes. monsieur. I shall not eat another bite and die. and what I had feared came true —I arrived ''Bonjour. and become a good- you'll become?" Juliana better stay at home. but so whole performance that would have been more of a drawing to withdraw entirely card for me. ''No more! Yes. struck. else. < ( yes. "the audience is getting impatient." However. gentlemen. Juliana. For Heaven 's Eight o 'clock. I was to appear in the first scene and was not yet "made up. "What. "Hurry up. for-nothing. hurry!" urged the director. yes. I now had little time to throw myself into my stage clothes. the untruth of which was so perfectly evident. and I shall return no my more!" "Won't I cry." According to the announcement on the bill-board the play was I raced across the fields and along the to begin at seven. as I suggested in grim humor. yes!" Oil etes-vous reste si longtemps?" I at the rehearsal!" I was with devil take you! at him. and I shall kill mygleaming dagger. in time. And so I shall rove around and go to the bad and run after all sorts of folks.SELECTIONS FROM ''FOREST HOME" the curtains self till 395 with a heart breaks. a " men and women. and I shall take up with vagabonds and beg for a living or. ' ' The clock on ! " I cried. then learn weaving of good-for-nothing at me. then I was provoked at my stusnapped The — pid excuse. though?" mocked the maiden. I've missed my appointment!" Then I left her and ran toward the village. ^'venez ici. he let us have I to the was drawn .

''We are. eagerness to throw myself into the fray seized me I was on the point of rushing out upon the stage. But just then. The curtain rose slowly and with a tremulous motion." I The curtain rose again I played my part. we were ready. died away. and then I answered defiantly: "Certainly I shall play." fell dole- fully from my lips. — . An . sabre drawn. finally. I staggered toward the rear of the stage. ''Are we ready?" the prompter asked." The overture. I played was enraptured at my playing. had moment. Heavens! the whole loft was crowded. it presented an internaThus I waited the approach of the dread tional aspect.396 THE GERMAN CLASSICS another whole half-quarter of an hour and. cried and caught me in his "For heaven's director wailed. Corporal." signal. when I gawk. as far as A the eye could reach and the light of the four candles could shed its lustre. As for my costume. me under : it is In a trice I was on the stage and my first words ''Surely not the tall gawk that works for the farmer. do not leave me in the lurch!" the "I? in the lurch? Who? whom?" I asked confusedly. and the curtain fell. Are you crazy ? the prompter hissed at me. My voice reechoed from the rafters and I stamped with my heavy boots Hun! . I saw nothing more. but the blade stuck to its old love." ' ' I noticed. go on!" the director said to his breath. *'Go on. thus effectually disproving the old adage that "Old love never rusts. sitting there ' ' had got through with the "tall upon a beam the weaver's — daughter. rendered on the schoolmaster's fiddle. "Pauvre ami!'' George arms. sake. ' ' Can you not repeat a single word I say?" But I heard nothing. the scabbard.

until the director. mood which. and above me I heard a voice *'Dieu. the prompter exclaimed pa' ' ! Then the door yourself?" to the sheep-pen opened." I begged of her. "Push that bolt. stairs. ' ' "I do not want them all to But thank Heaven. theatre troupe did not refund the money they had taken in. but they finally became quieted and gamboled and played with each other. The And I went and I trust. upthey scattered quietly. And when they heard her laughing. performance has ever fallen through so completely. * * Did you hurt 'Twas Juliana. Juliana. and bawling out my words in true soldier fashion. I had fallen on the soft straw. Dieu! Oil est done not re ami?" : in every direcI lay upon the "No since plays have been staged thetically. they left the village. The audience thought at first that this strange mishap was a part of the performance. straw. ing erect and straight. completely crushed." I whispered. not I Thus I. then she laughed still more. in the world could not such surprising effects as did these worm-eaten produce boards. . The gentle sheep in their pen had jumped tion when I so suddenly came from above. People would often go to the hayloft of the inn and examine the hole in the floor. ran back and forth on the stage and when the "gawk" would floor on the obey me. I don't know!" I said. come in and make fun of me. stamped my angrily —then suddenly the rotten boards gave way and foot I fell into the sheep pen underneath. announced that the piece could not The most perfect stage machinery go on. "Don't laugh. "Good Heavens.SELECTIONS FROM ''FOREST HOME" « 397 stand- garian-make — so that the whole house rang. my later wrote this account in a reader will pardon. then she laughed. I have to relate that the sheep and lambs at first bounded from one corner to another.

In the Miirztal we tradesmen from the uplands were always in great demand. where we had an engagement for some weeks. fire. my master. spent many days and nights by himself in his lonely cabin. in. . However. and all was so new and strange. It had been strongly built. because we worked cheaper and were less exacting in our "keep" than were the professionals from the lowlands. lived in a little cabin on tlie heights. I always looked forward to our trips to the Miirztal. only when there was some "homework" to attend to. so that there might not be any danger of Then he wound the clock— it was a fourteen-day clock. although. we fared so well there. it was better known as *'The Tailor's-cot. I had more than an hour's walk from my home to the place. the windows were small. They called it "The Hermitage" because of its lonely location. If the thief. when we trotted past to snatch their customers from under their very noses.398 THE GERMAN CLASSICS ROBINSON IN THE TAILOR-COT My master. When this had been attended to." Weekdays I occupied my seat there. the doors could be locked securely. since we occupied it. In It fact. listening. naturally. I arrived in good time and we got ourselves ready for a journey into the Miirztal. Owing to our prospective long absence we put aw^ay and locked up everything that we did not need to take with us. the way thither was so beautiful. on the other hand. and barred besides. These. where the farmsteads end and the mountain-pastures begin. he is water on the still glowing coals. after entering in this place that. hears the ticking of the clock. Natz. always sneered at us. I had an experience was One Monday morning my master had asked me to come up to the cabin. a few weeks apprenticeship. my master poured some on which he had cooked his breakfast. there was little danger of anyone breaking upon my which I shall not soon forget.

Far down in the basin-shaped valley. although. from a chamber in a back room. While thus engaged he always wished to be alone I. bolted. did not appear he had gone. which he left here at the edge of the forest. locked. I exposed myself to the derision of people. my ''Just go straight ahead." I knew well enough that he wanted to commend his belongings. open. and with block which which I could press the thick woolens better into shape. to the protection of the saints and especially to his name's-sake. which. one could see the farmhouses with their brown thatched roofs. As a matter of course there was a mad jolting and tugging at the door and. less inconvenient to it seemed to me. He could not but believe that I had gone ahead. Ignatius. He also sprinkled holy water on door and window. my master gone and myself imprisoned. so as to have a good Christian can do for the protection of his possessions. was carry than the heavy ironI usually lugged from house to house. master. step right along.SELECTIONS FROM "FOREST HOME" apt to think that someone is 399 in the house and will refrain from breaking Before in. As I stumbled through the dark rooms. I also found a "tailor's goose" there. likewise as a matter of course. own Instantly I raised a loud cry. One could also see the white outlines of the church at Sankt Kathrein shimmering through the . with my newly discovered uten- found it locked yes. master closed the shutters he said to me: it will be dark in here presently. I was frightened at my voice. by using it. St. the door would not My master . therefore. I'll overtake you. took myself off and hastened to get an iron-tipped yard-stick. do you not see?" He did not hear me. it must be that he was already off over the hill. do\vm the few steps to the front door. sils. and barred and the house vacant. reechoing through the house and imprisoned like myself. They looked like mole-hills. I pushed back one of the shutters and shouted: "Master. I — . done all . I am still in here! I cannot follow you.

while the apprentice sits in the tailor-cot. ing this young fellow. stillness is stiller than . —then is so monotonous that.400 THE GERMAN CLASSICS You may scream as much as you your voice is even lighter than you are yourself. I was horribly lonely in my prison. anyway?" master will think to-day. and hear nothing but the ticltack-tick-tack of the clock as it takes its slow steps to eter- and when the ticking you cannot hear even that still. They say that stillBut when you sit impris- oned nity. and he will hasten his steps and run like a pursued wild goat. but there's no overtaklarches and the birches. please. it cannot reach down into the valley. at least. before going to our customers. clever enough ideas originated in the head of this apprentice. finally. Through the chimSlender though a tailor may be. tailor-lad. w^hen he gets started very long legs!" —he has such On our last trip to the Miirztal I had rushed ahead in order to have my scissors sharpened over there in Langenwang. But to-day I seemed to have no other alternative than to run this same head against a wall in an effort to effect an the world my brains — it is I walked from one chamber find to another. ney? I opened prison. in a hermitage-cabin. so that people often thought him crazy. Therefore there's nothing to do but wait patiently till the master returns. Ordinarily. the windows closely barred. in my ing said that the brain is mighty and rules some means of escape. I found none. I declare! I always considered myself a good walker. ** I unable to get out. How my master will race and pant through the forest and say to himself: "Well. ness cannot be stiller than still. he is not slender enough to escape through a chimney. it will vanish in mid-air. rack- — to oxjening. What's the need of this eternal scissor-sharpening. What's to be done now? Break out! If I onlv knew how! The door is fastened securely. all the shutters so that it was light.

became suddenly audible my stomach inquired politely: "What about soup and dumplings to-day?" Then I began a search through the house. no match. no tinder. however. All the chests and boxes were locked. They consisted of a few coins. ten ties. the value of which I did not know. in a most innocent looking corner behind the stove. a little rice. This proposition must be classed with those eternal veriOutside." I thought to myself.SELECTIONS FROM ^'FOREST HOME" The clock at last struck the noon-hour. they were . but also of faded. 401 My master did Another voice. No flint. and the smoke rising above panion in order to Now and bring me dewomen.empty. the spring was purling. from the cot. in a paper-bag. steps I rummaged through every nook and corner for means Fire is the best and most friendly comto start a fire. I kept up my search. I discovered. cook rice fire and water are necessary. Fearing that during his long absence the food might spoil. the cabin might attract some passer-by I found a few letters from liverance. in which they had sought to set his heart aflame. — erable beard. the value of which I knew. to question which is pure arrogance. if he put me in the lockup! But God and hunger are my witnesses that I have only been looking for means to make a fire *'I ' ' ! Vol. addressed to my dear master Natz. should not be surprised. but it was so aged that it had a vennot return. "when he finds out how I have rummaged around among his things. my master had eaten as much as possible. and when I found the keys and opened the receptacles. I found a large piece of bread in one of the chests. and had carried the rest over to a neighbor so that she might use it and repay it later mth fresh provisions. to one in my situation. XVI— 26 . Nor was any other kindling material to be found. Furthermore. dried-up roses and locks of hair. and was not at all pleased when I discovered my master's most secret treasures tucked away in a little box under the tiling.

But Many heads. But the few drops that fell into Then T went to the attic where. Then yet bearing deliverance within. disjointed from its body. many minds. tiny bit of fire. that lay there. My master had the habit in a of using matches as tooth-picks. and this time mine did not have its way. master must have brought these eggs and put them man . after a great deal of trouble and effort. dark corner. it flew against the wall and burnt ' * : — out before I could light my paper-spill. Now. cold and unavailing. it remained cold and irresponsive. I tried my fortune with this head by rubbing it as best I could upon the hearth-stone. after he had broken off their heads. I put my pan under the opening and thus got some water. — my if boy. Yes. itself which he was in the habit of shooting off so that people of all ranks and conditions in life might know that we had firearms in the house. I held a pan out at the . But it free. it will flash imprisoned. I seized it with a needle-forceps to rub it on the hearthstone then. I was did not avail." However ready I was with a paper-lighter in my left hand. In one of the chest-drawers I found my master's pistol. fire it enough in that barrel! it will I keep do ! me And such fire! no good if I set window. a single. A luckless situation. and however much I pinched and rubbed the bit of phosphorus with my right. with a flash.402 THE GERMAN CLASSICS I noticed a phosphorescent something on the floor. Almost at the same time I discovered a few eggs on the straw on which the joum(3ymen slept whenever we had helpers. it was such a head. for it thirsty. And with that the star of my hope was extinct. still encased. Since I could not find a whole match. Who had ory of "My put those eggs there. I succeeded in pushing one of the shingles aside so that some water trickled in. I found it loaded to the muzzle. I wonder? Within the memthere had been no chickens about the place. near the stove. up and be gone In the afternoon it began to rain. shining with a pale. if I should succeed in arousing and taking care of it. bluish lustre.

and yet I suffered thirst. And under to split the big sticks of wood I began found a house-key. too. But how vain are the joys of this world! The door had a puzzle-lock. which. I wood in the kitchen. wood and fire within reach. anyway! He's always wanting to see more of the world. otherwise everything was in good condition. my master's bed. There was some cloth in the drawer. the thoughtless rascal!" How could the man know — what iron patriotism made me stay Finally I crept into I slept soundly. Then I looked through my master's wardrobe to see whether I could not discover in some of his trousers holes too many or buttons too few. bread. Nor did my master come. as I saw. I leaped with joy. idling away your time eating the master's provisions while he works himself to death over in the Miirztal. and I was freezing. only from the outside. and its inhabitants gone over to the Miirztal." clusion. at home? pleasant enough. I held the key in my hand and was imprisoned. He was over there in the Miirztal. Not finding any occasion to be of service. indulging in profanity at my expense: ''What can have become of the young man! Dash him. Foiled and rebuffed at every turn! Evening came on. were . Down in the valley lay the houses of Hauenstein. my dreams. a misty veil overhanging them." Now I looked around for something to do in return for my meal. could be locked with a key. "Well. why should they? People knew the tailor-cot was forsaken. Not a soul — came toward my hermitage. leaped as high as one of my profession can possibly leap. here you are. I should not be surprised if he had gone for good. I *' FOREST HOME" the 403 was only reasonable con- sucked them and ate a piece of the venerable Then I felt the pangs of remorse: "Why man. but nothing that had been cut out ready for sewing.SELECTIONS FROM there for safe-keeping. I began to howl and laugh with rage. Water within a few feet of me. All I found was a somewhat dubiouslooking elbow.

If. then I will guard the house of my v| — master! As for my life. We are two happy Imprisoned though we are. stealing noiselessly about. Someone was actually standing near the corner of to steal my the house.404 THE GERMAN CLASSICS "Now I do : I felt someone near me. and the knocking and pounding continued. at least. and j murmured prayer which the Church has provided I determined for awakening repentance and contrition. I shall revive an old custom. I got the axe and pistol ready. if I should come out of fully to mend my ways. . seemingly." will pass muster in our dreams. as they come out. this alive and I made up my mind not to have such very the little 1 worldly dreams hereafter. Hastily I donned a few clothes. I'll sell it dearly!" With this thought in mind. Then the old proverb about tailor-courage will have to be recast. shall stand before that hole. if possible. I could arrange matters so that. I had been roused by a noise in the wall. but I dared not leave the bed. entrap the malefactors. Burglars Are they attempting to get through the wall? Do they want to break through the foundation and crawl through ! master's belongings? If so. then I carefully opened the little mndow. "In God's name. while the robbers busied themselves with chests and boxes. I would gladly have gone to the kitchen to fetch the axe with which I had been splitting wood the day before. as did the miller's daughter and decapitate the robbers one by one. I could slip out through the hole they had made! I would then quickly barricade this main entrance. the awakening was all the more disagreeable. and be free! Now I ventured out of my bed and tip-toed over to the window. I listened. to whom I said aloud: not care that we are locked in "What do I When at my side care for people you are? beincfs. there was Any rhymes But a knocking and digging and boring outside.

"Who the devil is out there?" I thundered. at a just estimate of your enemy is half the victory. as audaciously as ever. At last! I got the key ready so that I might hand it out through the window and ask the passer-by to unlock the confounded door and release me. was beating hard upon some boards that were leaning against the house. I jerked my head back. ''Rascal. the sallow journeyman cobbler my mortal — . had nothing but his tattered bark hanging about him even in day-time. But when the man approached. such as probably have never been hurled. so that they rattled and creaked — When I regained my and moaned. immodestly enough. here in the hermitage ! awful. "The audacity of his undertaking to frighten folks in the dead of night! I settled him for good this time. shoot you .SELECTIONS FROM ''FOREST HOME" 405 There the fellow stood and looked straight at me. and pulled . slamming them this way and that. down!" I yelled again. "If no one comes to-day I shall not stand for conse- quences. and out of whose every crack decaying matter trickled down. The noise which I had attributed to the activity of the burglar continued. hurling imprecations against the walls. he will not frighten me again." Then I saw a man coming along the footpath toward the cabin. The wind. "A person wants something warm in his stomach." courage I looked out of the window and caught sight of the burglars. the trigger I'll . he himself was still standing there. But the flash of my gun had revealed There was the God-forsaken the identity of the culprit. Such language in It sounded the middle of the night. either before or since." I said threateningly. which had come up to drive away the rain. wretch near the fence an old tree-trunk that. 'Twas Gori. I closed the window and went to sleep again. The next morning the sun shone scandalously bright and To have arrived lovely.

imprisoned as I was. and before I realized the situation. Gori came up quickly and said: ''This place can't hold both of us. as falls to the any cobbler or tailor here below. I did not feel The genuine jaildisi)osed to engage in literary labors." The eighteen-year-old tailor's apprentice had no show with the twenty-five-year-old cobbler. he will — — . if he fails at noon. If I hand him the key he will certainly be obliging enough to open the door. "because of this disgracelot of ful rowing. we looked upon one and the same maiden as being the most beautiful and lovely in the whole empire. But we had the same conception of mundane things. at the same time. with a load of lasts on his back. only last Sunday. bring it for supper. But it was a satisfaction to me that. There would have been room for both of us if we had lived peaceably with one another.406 THE GERMAN CLASSICS enemy. Thus. when the beloved being was at the village inn with her father and I was about to take a seat at a table close by. bird may be reconciled to his lot he knows that the keeper will bring the soup at noon or. I would not accept freedom at his hands if I had to stay imprisoned until my beard should reach nine times around the stove! This little incident had warmed me up considerably. But. the object of our affections left the inn with her father. Puffing away at his porcelain pipe its bowl had a female figure on it he slowly trudged past the window. and on the basis of good-natured give-and-take. sunning himself. I found myself outside. who just then passed the hermitage. Our strained relations were really unjustifiable. Would you have taken your chances with him? Would you not have considered it high treason against my master if I had given away the secret of his puz- . indeed. At noon I saw a beggar outside. but all too soon time again dragged heavily." Thus matters stood between me and the sallow-faced journeyman cobbler. There were some books and some paper ordinarily I was very fond of reading and writing. as much room. .

sealed it. and I haven't time to run down. "I am "Be to unlock the door. then called out through the window: "Hey. seeing that the house was occupied. to. here was a pretty mess. lassie. where there is a wash-boiler standing outside." . "to take — — to the farmhouse. getting serious. I would not have come up even now. here is the key. I Hour after hour once more through — tried to break through the roof." I said. We got the note this afternoon. Give it to the woman there it's a little message." I hurriedly wrote a note: ''Will you please send some one up here? The tailor is locked in and cannot get out. am I?" she asked. then all is well. Well. few minutes longer on the grass which he very likely will. ' ' In vain! The joke was " I heard some one shouting outside. I made a leap to the window. there!" The tramp jumped up and. The man very obligingly took my signal of distress down to the valley where people enjoyed the blessings of social intercourse and abundance. seeing that he is busying himself with something or other. but we were in the fields and did not have time." I folded the paper. yet no one came. I handed him a fourkreutzer piece money was a worthless commodity in my prison! "But you must be kind enough. yet failed to appreciate these great gifts. "We were thinking was your master mother sent me up because she thought it was he that was locked in.SELECTIONS FROM ''FOREST HOME" zle-lock to * ' 407 — a stranger. was standing Tailor ! outside. perhaps a thief? No! measures so If the vagabond stays a extreme were not yet called for. passed. I shook the door furiously. ' ' "You in there?" she exclaimed. Master locked me it in without meaning . If I had known it was you. so kind." this little note down . Mariechen. I rummaged all the places where my master might have any provisions and lunched on pepper and salt a diet which I had scorned the day before. the daughter of the farmer. As evening approached I became frantic. he began at once to beg.

Her light. come to the window and tell me. you dummy." ing out is I my arms. *'Not at all! You know well enough. I was so excited that I sought to force way out between the bars. you know where to find me. Marie. one likes to talk about it. What business is it of others that you "Well. why. her young bosom heaved like the billowy sea." "But see. my a disgrace when you write poetry about me." . and when you say that I am so fine and good-looking and must be your sweetheart. Open the door and come in. what is the trouble? How do I disgrace you before people? Come here. how do I disgrace you?" Instead of coming nearer she retreated a few steps. it's bad enough. stretchthe door here — the key. "I wish you would come a bit nearer. so they will believe it. and brought her apron up to her face to hush her sobs. "You know where to find me. soft hair hung loose. "But you must unlock coaxed. dearie." "If you have anything to say." **You always act so uppish toward me!" *'I uppish toward you? You had better act differently toward me. You surely will not be offended if a body says that you are pretty!" "If you have to set that down in black and white for people." This was a blow for me "Mariechen." she said. "Just come in and we'll settle this. "What right have you to disgrace me ''For Heaven's sake. and foolish stuff like that? And then you let people read it and make me ashamed enough to sink through the floor." "I should like to know what you mean by that?" before folks?" she said." I said finally. "isn't it ! like me?" I set the above down for the instruction of those poets who think they have done enough and more than enough when they sing the praises of their fair ones.408 it THE GERMAN CLASSICS Have you anything against mef " I asked uneasily." Mariechen said.

have already tried. but I told him only half of the torments of Tantalus which I had suffered in my prison. then turn the key then come — out. having first assured myself that no one w^as inside. but that holds the bolt." she said." "Anything So I ate. *'I shall take good care not to let you get out to-day. try once. and the next day I went over into the Miirztal and looked for my master. He growled and laughed. "It's your own fault if you don't know how to manage it. ' ' get barred window she watched This is going better than I thought it say to myself would. It's a puzzle-lock. Hungry as a bear.SELECTIONS FROM *' FOREST HOME" 409 She burst into a merry laugh laughed even though vexed to tears." "Just press on that spring. away! What else is there to say? When I returned from my hot pursuit. "arc you not over in the Miirztal?" "I should like something to eat." I had great difficulty to ." was my only answer. "I haven't any wheat-cakes for you to-day. Then I tried once more to manipulate the lock. I set the house in order and locked the door with scrupulous care. does this come?" mother said. will . I Then "How "and that is all I can get you to eat. hastened home. Don't you find a push-spring on the lock?" "Yes. surely will ''I from the inside. and then I slept. no one would be safe!" — "Do you want me you?" *'If it to starve? Am it I nothing at all to you're not a stupid fit ! If the key fits from the yf outside. as you are." do. this time according to her directions and the door stood open It stood wide open and before me lay freedom and the evening sky and the maiden ran off as fast as she could my head and arm out of the me roguishly enough to make me : ' ' — ! — away.

Schonherr (born in 1868). nor sentimental. His characters in and Rosegger are his literary fornot dogmatical and biased. even had he lived in the most artificial period of literature. Ph. . preferably. drawing his inspiration and style from the great works of the past. Anzengruber.D. Hofmannsthal is primarily a Renaissance poet. draws his inspiration from the mountains of his native Tyrol. on the other hand. can liken him best to the painter Leibl. Weber. Jeremias Gotthelf. the sufferings of the poor in spirit. there is no more nor less art in his works than in these mountains themselves.KARL SCHONHERR By Hermann Associate Professor of J. come out at all as a Naturalist. To him Naturalism is not a literary their inflexibility and particularly in their creed. German at the University of California OTHING could better illustrate the wide range of present day German literature in Austria than the fact that the drama is represented by such diametrically opposite writers as Hofmannsthal and Schonherr. bears. but the expression of his personality. if Naturalism had having not been the watchword of his youthful days. presenting the experiences of the elect for the elect. [410] Schonherr. as the latter. he presents the experiences and. a believer in Art for Art's sake. but we simply cannot conceive Schonherr as being anything but a Naturalist. but he is two are inclined to be. addressing himself to every one who has a warm heart. he is the modern representative of the delicate refinement and the ancient culture of Vienna. as the former We grim humor remind us sometimes of those in the epics of Germanic We can imagine Gerhart llauptmann as not antiquity.

it does not suffice to create characters true to Nature but these characters must exert their wills in opposition to one another. and Faith and Fireside (1910). must themselves bring about situations the inevitableness of which must reconcile us to their bitterness and thus lead us to inner freedom and peace. It is a play in one act. Mother Earth (1907). but he cannot show us a way out of such sufferings nor make us accept them with humble hearts. lies sick in bed Sonnleitner. with blood-poisoning. on the other hand. Geb- . All this is not given to Schonherr. higher freedom of Art. they cannot rise above this soil. the very product of their native soil but. his characters are wondrously lifelike. in Tragedy. in spite of the maxims of professed Naturalism. Schonherr has more renown as a dramatic poet. they share in the limitations of Nature. more properly a dramatic sketch. he does not try to contrast country life with city life as the older generation so fond of doing. a poor Tyrolese woodcarver. he and his family would have to starve but for the help of his friend and fellow worker. by which is meant a class of litera- modem ture which. Schonherr exhibits to an unusually large degree the excellencies and shortcomings of this class of literature.KAEL SCHONHERR 411 the foremost representative in the contemporary German drama of Heimatskunst. since in the drama. Schonherr calls The Woodcarvers a tragedy of good honest people. and do not enjoy the of writers was . he is thoroughly familiar with the people of the Austrian Alps whom he pictures in their rural surroundings. tries to picture all the indigenous peculiarities of the people of the poet's Heimat. but Friedl exhibiting evidence of excellent characterization. but it is in dramatic art that these limitations show themselves most clearly. and. following the Naturalistic School and based on sociological ideas. he moves us deeply by the sorrows and sufferings which his characters undergo. showing merely a pregnant situation. Schonherr 's career as a dramatist is marked by the fol- lowing plays: The Woodcarvers (1900).

Friedl having witnessed this scene. Schonherr has created a character comedy. unnoticed by his wife and Gebhart. a sly and egoistic old man. he gives everything to sharpened by greed and not even seen himself and his children which — makes Gebhart give up all his earnings to Friedl's wife. comedy it certainly is not. if we take this word in its usual meaning as signifying a play presenta successful There is no real conflict in this play ing a futile conflict. now refuses to have the operation upon his hand performed. And she. He commits his wife and children to Gebhart's care. In his oneact-tragedy there is a greater fulness of life than in many drama in five acts. however. and heroically makes ready to die. which is not only his best but also one of the most remarkable of recent naturalistic German literature. and. unable to bear that Gebhart is abused by his father for her sake and in her presence. Schonherr calls "A " a comedy of life. foreshadowing Grutz in Mother Earth. humor that we may well imagine ourselves breathing the air of true TragiIn Grutz. sinks into his arms.412 THE GERMAN CLASSICS Gebhart's father. but that Friedl's family." Mother Earth. Well could Kienzl write in a review of this play in the Grazer Taghlatt in 1901 down on This Tyrolese writer will yet be heard from. thereby suddenly made to comprehend what Gebhart has been to her. as is the rule with Schonherr. He has his eyes and sees what his son had jealousy that it is not the love for Friedl hart Perathoner. although always having been loyal to her husband. which alone could have saved his life. a play in three acts. but the poet has placed them in a situation of such a grotesque. for the characters. complains that his son will no longer allow him two florins a week for his support. overcome by grief and happiness. a worthy counterpart of Frau Wolff in Gerhart Hauptmann's com- . but the love for this wife herself. at all. and occasionally gruesome. are passive. We hear is in the distance the bells of the sleigh of the surgeon Friedl has sent away. leaden sky of hopeless whom gloom : A shuts '' these doubly poor people.

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As much as ten years ago Grutz had refused to give up the homestead when Hannes wanted to marry Trine. Grutz recovers.KAEL SCHONHERR 413 edy The Beaver Coat. he simply could not go a man cannot do. but who has. the present housekeeper." as he puts it. This longing of the country folk for a homestead and their determination to hold it after it has once been won. Hannes' is hopes seem at on the point of being fulfilled. and Mena. has cast her eye upon him. for Grutz is kicked by a vicious horse. but the love for the *' that homestead held him fast. Hannes remains a servant of his father's on the homestead. and has the coffin placed by his bedside after having bought two lots in the graveyard as a preventive against being obliged to lie beside a man who had cheated him in the sale of a cow. He calmly chops up quite unexpectedly. a farm of his own. he sends for the carpenter who is to take his measure for a coffin. In the meanwhile his hair has grown gray. who lives way up in the mountains next to the glaciers." a widower with three children. Hannes has long given up caring for Trine. This Grutz. after all. he has lost all his energy as a result of the hopeless waiting. and Mena in disgust marries Eishofbiiuerlein. and has thereby only encouraged his father in the belief that he will never — make a w^orthy successor for him. " Das the coffin as firewood. who lives in a secluded Alpine valley. Suddenly the whole situation He changed. when. Such is Schonherr's treatment of the old Kein Husung last theme. and does not do. and of Mudder Mews in Stavenhazen's tragedy of like name. Mother Earth controls the fate of all men and presses them tightly to her bosom. prepares for the end. Hannes thought at first of going away. furnish Schonherr with one of the great contending forces . an old peasant. is so fond of active life and enjoys such a stupendous vitality that there seems but little hope for his only son Hannes to get the homestead and thus to be able to marry and have children of his own.

and of Sandperger who retracts. which is rightly considered his masterpiece. Schon- herr shows here the love of home. But few readers of Goethe's idyllic epic.414 in his '' THE GERMAN CLASSICS tragedy of a people. with good reason. who were expatriated on account of their faith. Schonherr presents them in a truly tragic conflict. of the Protestants of Salzburg. Schonherr has. with his usual grim humor. Handel-Mazzetti alone can be mentioned as having brought out vividly in her novels the terrible times of the Counterreformation. from the end of the sixteenth down to the beginning of the eighteenth century. outlines of its characters The experiences as is well-known. Schonherr came first to be known to the public at large by this play. and shows it in its primitive materialism. although the critical reader will not fail to observe that Mother Earth surpasses it in the clear and in the purity of its style. furnished the substratum of Goethe's Hermann and Dorothea^ Goethe substituting the refugees of his own time for the Protestant exiles of the earlier period." Faith and Fireside. not only from the tragic and pathetic side in the struggles of the Rott family who profess their Protestant faith. after all. avoided idealizing this love of home. he has succeeded incidentally thereby in deepening the conflict to one of general human significance. which has given to Faith and Fireside such an important position in contemporary German literature. By showing his characters in the frightful necessity of having to choose between their love of home and their attachment to religious creed. It is this feature. as Schonherr has done in his drama. and which assures to it permanent value. which rests on fundamental instincts of the German peasants. will ever have stopped to consider what sacrifices the Salzburg exiles made in order to remain loyal to their faith. and making it the conflict between man's love for material possessions an his desire to reach out into the Great Unknown. Enrica v. but also. in the case of Englbauer who buys up the homesteads of the exiles . who happen to be conversant with the original source.

could ever have seen in this play an attack upon the Catholic Church. undramatic. He has impaired thereby not only the homogeneity of style. overcome by this manifestation of the true Christian spirit. While Schonherr has thus presented the love of home in a purely naturalistic style. is surely a tragic character." and the Trooper. as he holds out a forgiving hand to the Trooper who is responsible for the ** death of their only child: Christof. we cannot help thinking of the famous words of Lessing. When Rett's wife says to her husband. for the principal characters are Christian martyrs rather than men with human passions. which is the absence of impetus in his characters. while. which tries to " On the other hand. he unfortunately has succumbed to the temptation of highly idealizing the great conflicting force of religion. taken by himself. who. and. these are. it is absolutely free of all polemics and a thoroughly impartial presentation of the time of the Counter-reformation. breaks his sword to pieces in a somewhat sj-mbolic fashion.KARL SCHONHERR so that every one of his nine sons 415 own. who asks: ** Is the character of the true Christian not entirely Do not his quiet submission and his unfit for the stage! invariable meekness. as a matter of fact. the horrors of which are rather subdued than exaggerated. which are his essential characteristics. When. conflict with the whole object of tragedy. you are altogether above a man. nothing purge passions by passions? short of sheer bigotry. in spite of the dramatic situations in which they appear. but also the dramatic qualities of the play. after all. finally. Schonherr has tried to leave his literary prov- . picture in the characters of the youthful couple of vagrants. It is not very likely that Schonherr will outdo this masterpiece of his and write plays which will avoid the fundamental defect of his dramatic art. again. who cheerfully join the exiles in the hope of getting in foreign parts a tiny may have a farm of his a light touch to the sombre by adding home for their future offspring. worthy of Lessing 's Patriarch.

4 Ledger (1914). based on his Midsummer Day of 1902.1 416 ince THE GERMAN CLASSICS and has ventured into the realm of pure imagination. volume of short stories. . Schonherr has evidently realized his inability to present a purely spiritual conflict. lacks the Mother Earth pinions that will carry a poet to the stars. in short. entitled From (1911). a comedy in five acts. The Kingdom (1908). nor the play as a whole convincing or even interesting. and the results have been even more unsatisfactory than in the case of Sudermann's The Three Egret Plumes. Schonherr. however. is disappointing. and his fame must rest after all for the present on his attainments in the drama. did in his 3Idrchendrama. but the characters are not forceful. his hand has proved too heavy. My Old Priest in the Mountains is merely a brilliant portrait. but in The Herdsman and in When Father Died we possess scenes of life in which the bitter and the sweet are so finely blended as to dismiss us with hope and peace. such as we had not met before in Schonherr. we have in The Guard of Honor a brief story of rollicking humor. gave rise to hopes that Schonherr My Note- further Tyrolese peasants is Schonherr 's latest seen to rise to monumental grandeur. but in return she holds him her bondsman. The People of Trenkwald (1913). . as he him his great strength. gives The hook might development in the field of To be sure. and is contented to expose the selfish motives that sometimes are the main source of offerings for religious purposes. shows a painful paucity and crudity of motives. and in Brawlers a sketch in which the pugnacious instinct of the possibly show narrative art. On the other hand. a collection of short stories. Schonherr 's recent play. such as he had attempted to do in the character of a very young theological student in his earlier play.

mer At the time Vol.Reform. of the Counter. a farmer An Impeirial Troopeb The Clerk of tue Court The CorxTRY Barber and Doctor The Cobbler Tinkeb-Wolt ) Roving -Molly I ^ r ij. his father Mrs.KARL SCHONHERR FAITH AND FIRESIDE DRAMATIS PERSON. a farmer Peter Rott. o farmer of Leithen Mrs. Rott Cock-Sparbow.^ Chbistopheb Rott. Rott's Mother " S071 Sandpebgeb. his brother Old. a farmer Englbauer." his Mrs. Qf youthful vagrants i i i> ^ A Soldier A Drum. Sandperger Unteregger.Rott.ation in the Atistrian Alps. XVI—21 [41 7 J .

near the table. On the oven a projecting xvall-cabinet . his back to the audience. Old-Rott in an old armchair set on wheels. Come-in. waning.] Rott. 'Tis the doubt it. [There is a knock at the door. Rott {looking at him with displeasure) Catholic. Barber busy about Old-Rott. whoever 's Catholic! Mrs. a door leading to another Mrs. propped up with pillows. Barber. room. Barber. In right hand corner a table with chairs and a bench. dropsy! you. PH. ACT A Boom left in I left Rott's house. .D.) Day after tomorrow has been set! [418] may stay outside! God's Word undefiled is called Ij . So it is! heresy! Hallowed be Thy name! and they are the The hangmen are busy " in God's first to disgrace it. Unteregger enters. Old-Rott. name. I've just tapped don't Old-Rott. sister-in-law! Mrs. driving us together like winded hares. Whoever 's Heretics Unteregger. In the slanting wall two windows. and on it an ornamental glass vase. right. Keep still. (Groaning. greatly excited. Entrance door in the centre of rear wall. There is a " Holy Corner " with many pic- tures of saints. spirming. You'll feel better soon now. It has begun to flow." and in the Virgin's name the wild Trooper is riding afield. Make me get rid of the water that I may breathe again. I said. Old-Rott. Unteregger. I my skin's tight as a drum! Bahber (nods). in the the level with the edge of corner a bench about a brick oven. Good evening. The duy is In the foreground.FAITH AND FIRESIDE (1910) TRANSLATED BY EDMUND VON MACH. Rott in the chimney corner.

Rott {abruptly). I'll have to leave. and your sister. Unteregger. misery. then my cup Barber. Old-Rott. Rott. turn Catholic or leave the country. she says. By now they is Well. Forswear! Then you may stay. My mother has come to are beyond that mountain. Oh. I can't take the country with me on my back. 'Tis a pity about your soul Unteregger {drawing close to her and humbly begging. There are the scars! She is worse than a chained dog! {Coming nearer. ! me when you go get her. order. indeed.) with your sister! Mrs. Mrs. I can't do it. Barber. that's the tune? full God have mercy on me. that's the in painfid emotion Unteregger (nods touches his hat). Unteregger. I can't escape death. my wife. nor my old paneled room in which I have lived since I can your head. my dear Unteregger. I'm no haste. Unteregger.) But. Barber? If I have to move^ God pity me. I shouldn't mind two or only I have something with {ApPlease. You should be glad to be rid of her and her biting tongue Barely three weeks ago she broke a plate on — ! ! sewed you up. My conscience is a much stricter master than even pope or emperor Mrs. if me to remind me of home in distant lands! mighty consolation. w^e'll be through in presently. . in I am bearing a double Sister! great depression). speak for find her be a proaches again Rott's wife. I — think. Rott {spinning).> FAITH AND FIRESIDE 419 Barber {nodding assent). Old-Rott.) three plates every day. And so 'twould {Bursting out tearfully. and reverentially Yes! our most gracious lord and emperor will no longer suffer us Lutherans. not with a heretic. Yes. don't you see. 'Tis true.] one moment. Just [Exit by entrance door. won't come along. You won't home.

Yes. in shirt sleeves. Rott. when two faiths 'tis Old-Rott {reminiscing to himself). the gallows and arson. I promised him. Cock. Cock-Sparrow. Rott. wiping his forehead. enters through the centre. . [Cock-Sparrow mounts the bench. Now it is clearing. Rott.. Sparrow. So 't is. Everything all right in the fields? where the soldiers are not riding across Rott. and after dipping one twig after another in the birdlime. Yes! them. hotheaded hoy. about twelve years of age. John . Mrs. Cock-Sparrow. Rott {to Rott). Rott. How about the barley? Rott. sure. where is the cup of birdlime! Mrs. today I am and they are still fighting. Tomorrow I'll have to help Can't do it. You too. BoTT {thought fully). . eighty-two . Way up on the oven. is that you? RoTT. The wild Trooper is spreading blood and fire Mrs. It has been raining a whole week. Day after tomorrow the last column will have to go. . Every one will have to help in the fields. well fierce! . RoiT. We '11 cart it in tomorrow else it would rot. . from the right. I saw the two faiths scuffle (shuddering) the wheel. to the last man. Well. enters with a bundle of twigs a bright lusty. Christopher. Mother.] Mrs.. Soon we'll see and hear nothing but galloping horses and clanging swords! Barber {busy about Old-Rott). and honestly tired too ! [Sits down.] Mrs. Gstottner catch birds. he places them on the cabinet near the glass vase. Then there '11 be rest. Cock-Sparrow {on the bench without stopping his work). a big burly farmer.420 THE GERMAN CLASSICS {to fall ' Barber — ascuffling — himself). The Lutheran farmers will — — ! have to go. When I was six years old .

You'll go to the fields to carry sheaves I promised John To catch birds! Cock-Sparrow. That's the way I am! [Leaves the room through the centre door. Rott. ! You'd bet- me I desei^ve it.] Rott (shrugging his shoulders). We were all like that when we were young. To oarrj^ sheaves! Cock-Sparrow (in sudden temper. Rott (who had approached the boy with the stick in her raised hand. I won't hurt you! (Puts the stick down. Rott (angrily). drops it). Old-Rott (ivho is attended by the Barber). ! Gstottner — Mrs. He's a Rott after all. run away! Well? is). Mrs. But what wiU become of you with your stubsadly. Life with you Rotts is never free from care. I'll Is your hot head on out all Mrs.) bornness? Tell me that! Cock-Sparrow (shrugging his shoulder. One never knows \vhether the next moment the roof. Eott (shouting). still standing on the bench. '\ on the Barber (laughing).) ter strike If he Cock(To ! Cock-Sparrow (remains uhere he Don't wait here. fire [Cock-Sparrow has stepped down from the bench. he'll have to keep Sparrow. Rott (very angrily). neither day nor night. the fire isn't going to blaze up through (She quickly gathers up the fragments of . right Well. a dollar rolls floor. after a pause. put it — with again? a hazel-stick. Mrs. piece ? He's a thoroughbred! Mrs. When you talk like that. gave his promise. After a pause). To catch birds ! [I'he vase breaks into pieces. What? The Emperor's gold- Rott (flaring up). reaches for the vase and hurls it to the floor). well it.FAITH AND FIEESIDE 421 Mes.] Rott (in a conciliatory tone to his tvife). Rott. thoughtfully and as if ashamed.

) Barber. and is lost in thought. and no herbs are grown to cure old age or dropsy. addressing the Barber. my dear old friend! {Pushes a wooden bucket on the floor to one side with his foot. The exact day I cannot tell. Until the water rises to the heart.'] Barber. reassuringly) it. but for how long! Barber. let's two more weeks. before the last breath is due. Old-Rott. All right. {Gives him his hand. . Barber. I give you. . — n {Draws close. That's right. sleeve. You may count on [Old-Rott sits down on the bench.) Tell me.] Mrs. Then get I ready for your last breath. say Old-Rott {nods calmly).422 THE GERMAN CLASSICS the vase. puts his hands on his cane. lest you think of dying all the time. shake hands on that.) piece needs cleaning. Two weeks! That's good. [RoTT stands lost in thought. I want to know. Yes. Barber (who has finished).) I have done. And when will this happen? Tell me. No one can live forever. I'll tell you. Old-Rott (calmly). [Has risen. Father. solemnly. I want to know. The invalid's chair I'm going to remove. This gold{Places it on the window-sill. Rott {has gathered and removed all the fragments. and regards it). picks up the gold-piece. Barber.) How long will this clock keep on going? {The Barber tries to avoid a reply. the water will gather again. kneeling on the floor.) Everything must go to ruin.) the Barber quite pulling him by his ^ | There is something I There. have to attend to before then {looks at his son firmly and meaningly) something of importance. can you breathe better now? Old-Rott. you'll have to tell me clearly. RoTT. Even his Emperor's gold-piece he knocks to the floor. — Barber {shakes his hand.

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[Has gathered up his instruments during versation.^ this con- Englbauer {wiping his forehead. leaves by centre door. look! RoTT {angrily). whoever is of the right faith. Nothing! Englbauer enters hastily through centre door. do me a favor. You're buying up homesteads everywhere. Rott. and after a The butcher is just leading off their cow. {Running up to Rott. {Throws the coin on the table. or 't may Hello. Sandperger. Mrs. Englbauer. two or three days. glad to see Tell me. Barber. and attend to it immediately after supper.) Have you made change ? Hurrj^ Rott {drawing his purse. pause) Christopher. It won't be long. Rott {surprised at his tone leaves the window face him). The Barber enters through the door from the right. Good evening. Who? Englbauer. makes change). it does not divert me. evasively). You look. The devil! Perhaps tomorrow. . That we are. Mrs. Englbauer. excitedly). Rott.) wife yesterday and examine her? AVhen will she have to take to her bed? Barbioi. {Happens to look through the window. the Sandpergers. are getting ready to move. Mrs. and break this gold-piece. you're buying his little farm? We'll be ! neighbors. What's the matter? to Rott {thoughtfully. Englbauer to the Barber. did you look at my even happen tomorrow. Rott. {Watching them. If I do not present to him the exact amount of money at once he'll take back his word the next moment. Englbauer {going up to Rott). Rott. Of course I'm in a hurry. thank God.) you! {Takes him aside.) Our neighbors. Oh. Rott. are you in a hurry? Englbauer {angrily).FAITH AND FIEESIDE I'll 423 place it here for the present.

Haven't you enough Englbauer (heatedly). Faith is a gift from God.424 Mrs. Rott. What do you mean by " One too " Another is already on the many? boy is coming Didn't you hear what the Barber said? In a way. Mrs. Englbauer. so must they drink. and belonged to other eight. The wild Trooper is scorching and burning. Rott. Rott. Rott. Mrs. I am the Englbauer! Englbauer). And how many farms? ''s ! Englbauer. How many Eight. Rott. Rott. Englbauer. Mrs. Mrs. Wife. I saw smoke today from the direction of your farai when I was in the fields. But he must have land of his own when he arrives. That's what your brother also said when they tried to mixke him again a Catholic. They say he once wore the cowl. He won't need a farm as soon as he gets here. I only know that today lie swings his sword and all the Lutheran peasants' heads are dimcing to his music. You had better buy him a baby bottle. you shouldn't talk like that. . Rott. Rott (thoughtftdly studying the distance). Mrs. yet? THE GERMAN CLASSICS You're house-greedy. Enough? For every boy one farm! That 's my majiim. that's (to the wealthy nobility. No child of mine shall come into this world a vagabond. As they have brewed. Those heretics! Rott (reprovingly). boys have you I Englbauer. That's the way I treated the — Rott my maxim. Rott. Where may he be now? Peter had to move among the very first. Englbauer (vehemently). day or two he'll be here (getting more and more excited) and then I must have a farm for him. Then you have already one farm too many Englbauer (annoyed). Sandperger would be the ninth.

The traitor! [It is Englbauer. Rott.] Rott (looking at him closely).) [There is no reply. father. no soles on long weary hours shoes! Father. (Points with his stick to the door. Rott. What? Secretly returned I That means a severe penalty. Peter Rott has stepped into the room.) Old-Rott (rising). Rott (in the dark). I can't do it. Yes. Rott (in gradual recognition. gr Giving dark. rags on his sore feet.FAITH AND FIRESIDE Ouy-RoTT (nodding). Rott goes to light up. Can't you speak? [The room grows light. and traveled by night hunger and thirst. hide me! Give me something to my — — eat. Emaciated. Mes. for Scmdperger. Completely exhausted. he is drumming on the table with his fingers. Peter (nods assent). Then you have forsworn? Peter (shaking his head). Faith rests with God. What ! — — — You are back? Peter.) Your brother. 425 Fully half a year ago. Man! How you look! ChrisThis is Mrs.] Mrs. to live on! .] remains silent by the door of the lighted [Peter room. (Going up Who are you? to him. here I am. to those door jams he clung with his whole might when the soldiers came to get him. Old-Rott. exhausted with hunger and long tramjnng. stops at the at the table. But he wouldn't forswear. I hid by day. let's have a light.) There. O'LD-'RoTT (frightened. There is a stranger. I could not bear it among strangers in a foreign land. recoils). topher Peter? (Staring at his son.^ I w^iU count the money [Sits While he is waiting for the light.] Rott (lighting a pine torch and sticking it up on the wall. down door. To the stranger).

God be my witness that I would gladly help him. One must make a virtue of necessity. hide me in the hay! or the shed. much annoyed. neighbor! {Hands Rott a hig This cow-chain is yours. Father. Peter. or hides him and does not drive him away. Same to you. I thank you for chain.) Englbauer! Daughter! I gave him no hand. Ready for the trip so soon? Sandperger {looking We shouldn't be in much of a hurry. Rott {noticing them. — father — ! [Leaves hy the entrance door. having loaned — Rott {accepts the chain. money and arranging his it in While Sandperger and wife enter. too. no food. an old man of eighty-two? {Turning to ENGLBAUERa^c? #0 You are my witnesses. mother? Mrs.) it to me I have no further use for it. frightened). Lutherans! [Remains at a distance.] Rott. Peter. Shall I. God bless you. offers food to a returned Lutheran. . Father.426 THE GERMAN CLASSICS ' ' Old-Rott Whoever {recoils in vehement remonstrance. I drove him away as the order says. if it depended on us. if only I am at home I'll live in ! the barn Old-Rott {has ivithdrawn into the farthest corner with his in his ears. sympathetically) at his wife). no hiding-place. it is the order. in great fear). you are hard with Peter. 'Tis There are two more a regular reception-day. should we. RoTT. Sandperger {carries in one hand a hig basket covered with a cloth. will be exiled. to herself)." That's the order. {In despair. Old-Rott {in tears).) It is not I w4io is hard. Mrs. Did I issue it? Englbauer seated at the table counting the inles. . have to fingers leave here. and in the other two potted plants. Sandpergers! Sandperger. God keep you Mrs.] RoTT {greatly moved). in rather poor condition).

and gives his hand to Mrs. Sandperger {bespeaking Rott's care for her two ! — Neighbor. Rott. Sandperger). she turned back to look at us fully twenty times cow and she mooed at us. 'Rott {to herself). however fond one is of them. and they deserve it. mother? IVIrs. Nor should I give them for money.] Mrs. After a pause) . it So is! Wednesday the — — our — — ! into the winter. I am not buying hens Mrs.FAITH AND FIRESIDE Sandpebgeb {bravely). Sandperger {to Mrs. Rott {touched. Rott {roughly). Isn't that so. Neighbor! Here. I want no presents Rott {with a disapproving look at his wife. neighbor! The hens will be looked after. please take also these potted plants). {Loud. of blood. I'm making you a present of them. take these two hens! IShe cannot hide her deep emotion. Two such laying hens neighbor. takes the plants and places them on the AVhither are you going! window-sill. I've tended them like children. mother! she never kicked. I teU They begin at Candlemas and keep it up till deep you oh yes. nor kept her milk back. and the rosemary wanted to grow crooked. Have you suddenly turned chicken farmer? Mrs. No eggs lost. Sandperger. . Sandperger. As she was led off.) I need no hens! Mrs. because they would have a good home with you. takes the basket. 427 is And Isn't that so. and sometimes twelve. Rott. fuchsia and rosemary plants. day The butcher has just fetched our cow she was a fine milker. Rott {tvith a laugh of vexation). Mrs. But one cannot take such things along. but all properly laid in the nests! Mrs. pointing to the basket). God reward you. How pleased I was when I made it grow straight after all. The fuchsia almost froze last winter. ten quarts every day. of hens. Mrs. Lutheran bens in my yard. One has to give them away.

) He has delayed thus frorn day to day for six weeks. Sandperger {with fervor). Sandperger {urging her husband). EngiuBauer {has finished counting the money. — you'll have to Mrs. Do conclude the bargain now! {After a pause. Sandperger {with conviction). Then you liad to carry the good earth back again . And on Wednesday And then he says: Time enough! go. arranging Now come the coins in rolls on the table).) Two bushels I seeded down and some forty odd I harvested. Sandperger {addressing his ivife). Sandy! as we've agreed. never fear! Mrs. But after that the field did yield! Listen. The wild Trooper and his soldiers will show the way. Sandperger {without moving. That's so. Mrs. Count it and take it. How long did you delay with your hens? My fields in Leithen are more worth than your rosemary plants and your two hens! {In praise of his fields. every penny. And every spring it was washed out. Sandperger (bitterly). Time enough. Wliere our heavenly Father leads.428 THE GERMAN CLASSICS Mrs. to press upon him a coin to bind the the field is yielding money! Count it and take it. to have the to call for the passports at the courtshoes tapped house And now — — . Sandperger {with energy). Let him do what he will. . The Leithen field always gave a splendid yield Englbauer {angrily). in buckets up over the hills. almost hostile and repellant) — . Tomorrow we'll have something else to do. Sandperger. just along. Today's only Monday. There! There's the money. Englbauer {angrily). To pack the beds. . Englbauer {admiringly). My Bible I'll not forsake. two bushels of seed yielded a harvest of fully forty — Englbauer {wishing bargain).

. Sandperger. the clock will keep correct time [Leaves by centre door. . Sandperger (to Englbauer). Tell me. after the work was done. You're bearing and suffering so much for a wrong — ! faith? Mrs. Tonight I'U sleep once more a farmer. 429 Listen. (Pockets his money. for the last time a farmer. FoUow where a passport. No child of mine shall come into this world a vagabond! [Leaves by centre door. to be expelled! {Growing more and more sorrowful. The Bible consoles the hearts of the poor.] . — . Englbauer. we used to say. neighbor. ! me off till the child is here before the bargain's struck. To himself. Don't talk so much. Then we took our Bible and found consolation Our hope w^as in God's pure word and the gospel.'] Mrs. your faith leads you.) There you've got it now. I'll do it. when we sat down at home to our simple soup. on my very own farm Englbauer (greatly annoyed). If he has not concluded the bargain before sunset. Sandperger. dead tired and sore. Rott (moved in spite of herself). Yes. Mrs. Sandperger. (Bitterly. politely. and by then I must have a farm.) As if one would be going of one's own accord as if one could no longer stand it on one's own beloved farm Mrs. Never mind your comfort! Count the money and take it. but we have to ask permission. I'll trust in you. Neighbor. Sandperger (freeing himself angrily without looking at the money). Get away! Today's only Monday. the Barber said (angrily). the comfort of the Bible! EngixBauer (urging Sandperger up to the table and the money). neighbor! We must have They expel us.FAITH AND FIRESIDE Sandperger (bitterly). Cursed fool! You'll keep in thinking of a better world.) He may be here tomorrow. if each one follows his con- science.

lie Is it glances fearfully toward the entrance door. " If each one fol" lows his conscience [When he finds himself alone. he comes up (reading).) bolted! [When Rott nods assent over and sits down by his son. After that he raises a loose board of the and takes a metal-studded Bible and prayerfloor its hiding place.] Rott {to himself in much perplexity). . will shine over the lands. he listens a moment. Now I'll get the pip. God will have nothing to do with those either who carry their cloak on both shoulders. with the basket. When [Stops.] in the door on the right.] Thus by it Silver tested by fire seven times is found pure. and sighs. ! then bolts the door and carefully draws the curtains. also God's Word will be tested by the cross and Then its strength will be revealed suffering.) How long will on both feet! (Much worried and hesitatyou limp For those that are neither cold nor hot I will ing. (More (An anguished pause. . .'] to the window and looks shoo out the Lutheran hens lest mine [^Leaves by centre door. Mrs. for they fall like worm- who confess Him and and more hesitatingly. . . book from and begins ** to read. leaning on his he sees himself alone with his son.430 THE GERMAN CLASSICS [RoTT tJioughtfuUy steps out.) So it is.) spue out. so He lets his grace rest on those (hesitates) the hypocrites and the cowards do not stand the test. glancing up at his father. . The Lord does not treat us according to our sins. much embarrassed. opens the book with his clumsy hands. Rott.] Rott *' the book. eaten apples. He sits down under the torch. ." (In anguish. ' ' and Old-Rott (appears cane. for as high as the heaven is above the earth.) But . says the Lord God. father. . . stand by Him.

too. there is no rest till this here {points to his breast) receives its due. the Barber will give me a special warning! hour tear is approaching. All are bearing and suffering. and in the first churchyard beyond RoTT. siveat of I'll anguish from sometime. but those who deny me {Pushes the Bible slightly away. the Sandpergers. *' For truly I say unta you.. home and farm. Everything RoTT. '* I. — Old-Rott {groaning and wiping the Wait a while! his face). Confess. if then you still can cry. Indeed.) it goes from page to page. confess! So father. Unteregger — all are doing as they must. I shall cry it out loud. afraid of leaving our Only we two.) " If " and " but " {Dissatisfied and *'but" and ''if!" Our neighbor's wife says: " Don't talk so much.) Father we have recognized the true gospel there {points to but we do not dare to say so. It's easy enough for You are in the prime of life. {After a pause. cry — — . siveat of anguish till 431 from there comes a word RoTT (reading). will do as Ere I draw my last breath." Old-Rott {ivith a flash of temper). Old-Rott. from my home then I. dare — Everybody about us is standing the test. whosoever confesses me before men him will I also confess before ! Christopher.. and anxiously to his There is no comfort. am one of them. are acting And yet {In great woe. Peter. read on! Read of comfort. and all of you to talk.FAITH AND FIRESIDE Old-Rott {groaning and wiping the his forehead). I shall surely say ' ' — Then when my last know that they cannot — what I feel. But I on a cart they'd I have heard the swish of the sickle have to carry me off. an evangelical follower of Christ. when I alive me I must. Ere the water mounts to my heart. and in remonstrance. Some comfort heavenly Father. his heart) my ". can build your nests anew in foreign lands. it out loud. follow where your faith leads. will be all right. too.) against our conscience.

he had no shame and sorrow and violent remonIn shame I should have to descend again strance. . back for home? " did he get here? (In five hundred years. I'll stand there alone. That we cannot make our own faith! Our heads are We hard.) The Trooper {rushes in wildly through the door ivhich he leaves open behind him.) The wild Trooper! here.) Woe to us farmers fist. One hears a galloping horse approaching {noisily closes the Bible.] RoTT. here I'll rest. ! rapidly. . Loud knocking and shaking of the entrance door. we can straighten out and explain nothing are ever befogged and cannot find the way [In despair knocks with his head against the table. ! RoTT and hits the cover with his In great anguish.) No! Here I'll stay.) They're ruling our souls with the lance and the sabre. all will be How looking at me saying. {To Don't Old-Rott {moving off.432 the THE GERMAN CLASSICS {In wild grief. where the Rotts are at home: father and grandfather and before them their fathers. among strangers! And when I shall rise on the judgment day.) into my grave: {V ehejnently . Behind locked doors! RoTT {straightening his clothes. Scratches and scars on his God's martyr! face.) In foreign lands. replaces the board and stamps it into place.'] RoTT {raises his head and hastily) . He'll be looking for our neighbor.) Father. [RoTT quickly hides his Bible in the floor. A fierce storm is at the door. let him see you. How did it happen. {Unbolts the door. Pause. boundary I shall have to lie. quietly). listens. I am about to change my working clothes. go into the chamber. clenched ! . quick. Why should door and windows stand wide open? . nobody '* '11 know me. reeking with blood and sweat). Old-Rott. ^OTT {jumping up No! He's stopping his father.

The Lutherans won't tolerate the saints. frightened.'] Trooper. Rott. Sandperger Here we are all of the lives next to us up the road. and a appeared in the door. later Cock-Sparkow have 433 little Mrs. Rott. has grown calmer). Mrs. All right. {examining a list which he takes from his The fourth house. I can see now for myself that I am in a Catholic house. sir. [Drops into a chair. as if suddenly overcome by dizziness.] with his on one particular sacred picture). After a pause). proper faith. The Trooper {reading in the list). Give me your Bible {ready to draw his sword) or I'll cut a bloody rag from your body. You in eyes fixed particular the brood refuses to respect. master and servants alike! The Trooper {has looked about the room. and when he has seen the many pictures of saints in the holy corner. Three days and three nights I have not {tired. The Trooper pocket). The Trooper {looking doivn on himself for a moment.FAITH AND FIRESIDE [^Quietly opens the curtains. I sign: Christofjher Rott. You are in the third. XVI—28 . Mrs. There are red spots all over you. Rott {entering). sitting in evident exhaustion.'] A drink of water! Mrs. Have you a dog The with you. examining the Trooper). mother of grace Rott {standing to one side. [Goes off through the entrance door with the water I'll get it pitcher. Holy Virgin. Rott {pointing through the windoiv). quietly). I well believe it. With dogs I will chase you and kill you. Rott. ! The Trooper Vol. Mrs. We have no such Bible. Let's have your Lutheran Bible! Dog! Rott {looks about the room. while a shudder passes through him. for you. Sandperger! Rott. sir! The Trooper.

sparrow. in chimney. don't want to. came riding past here in great very fine hunters a haste.'] Mr.] The Trooper {laughing). . sir. striking and thrusting! Mes. He's only a wild cock- Cock-Sparrow.434 THE GERMAN CLASSICS had all my uniform or my boots off. I Mrs. young sparrow-brood. Gray-beard.) Do the goldIs there a hole in my pocket"? devil! pieces roll from my clothes ? [Stoops to pick the gold-piece up. pantry and attic. ferret about in kitchen and cellar. God's blessing go with it! The Trooper ! {drinking greedily. who until now has stood in the open door. quickly jmnps into the room. and in front of them one on a white horse really fine one. Come here. After a pause he jumps tears open the window. Rott {entering with the pitcher which she offers to the Trooper). The Trooper. and reaching the gold-piece ahead of the trooper snatches it from him. You ought to know. yells). hop o' my He little {Pointing to her son. Not on your life. stood The whole cavalcade had — — road and would not budge. riding through blood the time. to stop. Hello Soldiers Up the road the fourth house ! ! Blood hound. and leaning far out. [Seeks refuge with his father.) in the middle of the narrow thumb. Get busy! (^4^ he draws hack from the window he inadvertently brushes the The gold-piece from the windowsill with his sleeve. Thinking that The the gold-piece had dropped from his pocket. One day some this gold-piece is no ordinary coin.l [Cock-Sparrow. Cock-Sparrow {seeking protection behind his father). up. Rott {making eager excuses). A devil of a wild cat! Rott {playing with his boy's hair). gold-piece rolls janglingly to the floor.

ride. Cock-Sparrow. The Trooper. afterward. Rott (continuing) Why don't you give way? " the " Because I wish to very noble hunter asked him. shaking in Didn't we. him a gold-piece and asked for his name.' " Then all the of the white horse? gentlemen tlieir saddles. to Rott). You may have Cock-Sparrow.'] without pride).FAITH AND FIRESIDE The Trooper (laughing). Only a cock- sparrow. The Trooper (to Cock-Sparrow). a ride also on my black horse. He gave (pointing to her sun) replied: * *' My father calls me man still What does your father call you. You're the Devil's own. And do you know who the man of the white horse was? We learned it approval). " Mrs. Yes. burst out laughing. The Trooper. Rott (reverentially touching Lord and Emperor! Rott his cap). Well! AMio was he? Mrs. Get down and let me sit on your horse. Cock-Sparrow. lifted the little fellow Afterward he into the saddle and gave him a ride. [Leaves hy centre door. You tell him. Why You not? are no emperor. On account of such a (not stubborn boy the Emperor himself had to dismount. Our most gracious [The Trooper gives a pleased laugh. I don't want to. and we heard them laughing long after they had passed. Rott (sloivly and reverentially). Christopher! The Trooper (laughing and regarding Cock-Sparrow with The little fighting-cock! Mrs. Rott (so awed that she cannot find the right word. He's standing at the door." And the hunter really dismounted. 435 The little fighting cock! hair). sir.] . RoTT (proudly playing with son's .

) Mrs. Rott. Let it [Falls to the floor. Rott. by. I won't [Going up to his wife.^ Mrs. The Trooper will take her Bible. she won't let it go. bleed. convulsively gripping her Bible. [Leaves quickly by centre door. Mrs. you're let bleeding. It does not divert me when good people are martyred. Trooper. frightened).436 THE GERMAN CLASSICS Trooper. both hands. look! Rott (angrily.] her side). supporting herself on one hand.] Rott (after looking at her.] The Trooper has struck her. [Noise is heard near if electrified. What ails you? Rott. Are you dying! Mrs. go my Bible. The other hand is convulsively clutched about . does not stir. {To The Trooper.] Once again. Christopher! Mrs. talking from the windo iv). Sandperoer. Mrs. Mrs. eagerly pressing it to a bleeding wound in her breast. He'll have farmer family of the Rotts. let go my Bible! [She lies motionless. Wife! Sandperger (kneeling by (Shakes her). He is the to continue the RoTT. strike! I won't Mrs. Christopher. seeking a refuge. deadly She holds her Bible with pale. [A short pause. Mrs. Sandperger (partly rises. without looking up). You may look. 'Tis no mean breed. How many less than an emperor will have you of that breed? do. Sandperger (rushes in). Rott (hastily jumping back into the room away from the window). Nothing. Neighbor. Sandperger rushed in. RoTT (proudly). Sandperger! Hell is let loose down there. Sandperger. he rushes to the window as bull in my stable. The Nothing Only this one. deeply moved. Rott (astonished at his tone. Rott rushes to the window to look out.) Hello! I my dogs have bagged their prey.

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and places Before God and men his fingers on it ready to swear). '' leaning on his cane. he goes up to the Trooper.] {with inner warmth). The blood of a heretic is the devil's fertilizer. in inner exultation tries How now. Old-Rott appears in the door on the right. then slowly sheathes his sword. urgent.] bitterness).) neighbor. Rott). you are strong. Perhaps I may grip it! {Kneeling by the dead. is a good thing. neighbor? Let go. good hands [Has wrested the Bible from the convulsed fingers. Give — in — give in. sir. . blood! There. {Growing Let's have your Bible. ! Sandperger. Woman! tear up your floor. Rott {heaving with an inner tumult). Six new ones from it. He suddenly shuffles his feet violently over the spots. don't you hear? {Tries in vain. Let me try. you witch of the fingers. 437 much — and — follow — where [Falls back.) By God. Blood. Don't talk your faith leads. Mrs.] devil! Devil yourself! I can't tear open your claws. rises. sir The Trooper {looks a moment upon the spots of blood on the floor.] Put away your knife. dead. [Moves quickly up to the dead woman grow and tries to snatch the Bible from her convulsed Let me have your Bible. have grips of iron. haven't they! {Suddenly as if he had reached a decision. Rott {pointing to the floor). Six new ones grow from it. Addressing Mrs. [The Trooper rushes in with drawn sword.'* {Puts the blood-stained Bible on the table. Such peasants. to open her fingers). pushing him aside).FAITH AND FIEESIDE the Bible). She needs no more. — more and more With me it is in Rott Blood makes strong. woman. 'Tis There it is. sir. {Trembling with emotion and giving good words to the dead as to an obstinate child). {With cutting the comfort of the Bible finished! RoTT {to the Trooper).

to her. .) The Trooper. Rott {in an agonized cry). Mrs. are vou of the same mind? What do Old-Rott {recovering. of fear). I The Trooper {to . and openly . You too. Rott. The Trooper. I saw the two faiths scuffle. chamber door remonstrating. was The Trooper {shaking Old-Rott). To the pure gospel and unadulterated word of God. Tomorrow I'll have a new order read. cunning look. Do with me as you wish. Rott). Rott. Oh no. does the devil of heresy put out another horn? I'll knock it off. have a strong back. to the unchanged con- Mrs. Captain.] carry which will break you. and home. When I old. and shudsix years dering at old reminiscences). I'll grind you down. You have a wily. you and all your peasant friends! Old-Rott {has noticed the dead. Day after tomorrow is house I '11 chase you like a mangy dog from house cleaning. old man.438 THE GERMAN CLASSICS I confess myself loud fession of Augsburg. And in it I will remain. much frightened). Oh. . Here I am. The Trooper {presses the hilt of his sword to the temple of Old-Rott and looking deep into his eyes). Christopher Rott! I'll give you a load to [Leaves by centre door. What order? The Trooper. walks up . I? you mean? I am all right. and my God will help me. You will yet yield. I'm all right The Trooper {to Rott). . Rott {in tears). full I'm all right. so help me God! {With a There! Now it's done! sigh of relief. Captain. . Now we are in misery: Water canOld-Rott {retires to the ! not flow up hill. Rott {facing the Trooper). You little man. Christopher! RoTT.

In the centre. Stables and barn to the right. enters at right. a huge old cherry-tree surrounded by a bench. unlucky Mrs. (After a pause. of which appear in the distance. At right and left there are entrances to the courtyard. the rather stately farmhouse. upper part of the pillar is hollowed out in the shape of a niche in which a sacred painted panel [S. for vehicles.'] Is it . with an oil lamp in a red globe before it. The bridge spans the mill-stream. Horses galloping up and' down. al an angle with the stage. (Arranges a place for himself by the trough where he can write. is imagined wooden bridge disappearing slantingly in the centre. Midday sunshine. Yes. Cobbler listene. few steps lead to a brick porch in front the entrance door. Two hundred and twelve are on the list for tomorrow. Mary with the child] is clearly visible. from his bag. Further back. and takes paper. In this house a n^w recruit has been added to the exiles since yesterday. and some quills To the Cobbler. an (writing) thirteen. several lists. Listening. the broad windings The background reveals a fine. The quick sound of drums is heard wafted over by the tuind from a great distance. to lead over a A third entrance. There '11 be a bad end. Cobbler seated before the house. [While the Clerk is going to be a good drove? Clerk (glancing at his list). distant view. at of an angle a large granite watering trough with a large round pillar of The granite in which there are two iron pipes to conduct the water.) number. flowing from right to left at the back of the farmyard. Clerk? A proclamation is being read from house to house.FAITH AND FIRESIDE 439 ACT A II Rott's farmyard. Add Rott and you'll have Good Lord. with a pair of shoes in her hand. Clerk. and connectti with the highroad. She shows signs of weeping and descends arranging his papers. band of Clerk. Rott (comes from the house.) Are you nail- ing Rott's traveling shoes? Cobbler (nailing with vehemence). Cobbler. What was the meaning of the drums. Left front. The wild Trooper is spreading blood and arson. On these Lutheran shoes I'm spoiling all my nails. ink. The Clerk op the Court with a leather bag slung over his shoulder. open. nails a pair of shoes.

Mrs. No. He flew along so fast that all the Clerk. I have often ' told you. Mrs. A cap in front. The wild Trooper's black horse cast it at the cross-roads. Rott. In his prime I In his forty-third year. I've been climbing about on the highest trees. Cock-Sparrow. Cock-Sparrow. Cock-Sparrow. Where are you coming from? Cock-Sparrow. Clerk. Clerk {writing). What are they doing? Cock-Sparrow. Mrs. stones sparked fire. Knocking on the door with the butts of their guns. {With a meaning. Keep the iron. Mrs. and here on the side put a patch. the luck. at the shoes).) You'll need it. Rott. W^hy? The iron? I'm happy. Mrs. But nobody is ox-)ening it. Cobbler. Three hours' walking from the Alps.440 THE GERMAN CLASSICS the steps visibly troubled. No. {Throws them on the pile of shoes in and goes on nailing. Rott. Cock-Sparrow. a patch — account of the passport. Cock-Sparrow {laughing). There want a cap. You can't sit still.) front of him. Mrs. Don't climb any more trees. . He is not at home. Rott {verg low in her mind). 't may bring you luck. Rott {noticing the horseshoe). Clerk. Rott. I To the Cobbler). Mrs. Rott.) I mean on Cobbler {looking on the side. how old is Christopher? {When she looks at him in surprise. Mrs. and now I'm telling you for the last time. And she cannot rise from her deathbed. What have you got there? Cock-Sparrow. Cock-Sparrow with a horseshoe enters from the left. Rott. There are soldiers in front of Sand- perger's house.

Nothing. Kott. That house-greedy fellow is about Cobbler (angrily). Rott's mother enters across the bridge. the day! Clerk. hears the following conversation. Rott (bitterly). you here again? and ! Coming down the mountain and today? Mother. Lame foot or not I have nice sons-in-law. turns quickly to leave. I know.] . 441 Things are looking very happy with The Englbauer is here just now to buy our farm. Tomorrow is 'round like a mouse in a tub of water.] Mrs. If only I had something with me to remind me of home in distant lands ! [Leaves by the left. Rott (uith conviction) Mother. Unteregger. Rott (astonished). and today to get In these troubled times the brood hen wants to you. and no. ! that we may be together. have you your passport? Unteregger (reacliing to his breast pocket).) Two or three plates every day! I shouldn't mind. nor let ! harm come nigh you. with your lame foot twice. we are a team of three that cannot be parted. as if driven by some one. Unteregger (rushing in. Where Christopher goes. us. (Urgently and anxiously. my sister.FAITH AND FIRESIDE Mks. Sister. Rott. Yes. have her chickens by her. (Bursting out as he leaves. to Mrs. Mrs. I am not . Mother. tomorrow is the day! Mrs. He and I and Cock-Sparrow. it. j^esterday Mother. there I go too. you know me. wherever a farm is on the market. Yesterday I came to get one daughter. either in body or soul Mrs. [Mother suppresses a tear. I'll protect you. Rott. a rosary of huge beads in her hand. and that is final. who has stepped out on the porch unnoticed. Rott). This is your very last word ? Mrs. then what are you doing here? Fear is driving me 'round and Unteregger. limping.) Have you finished packing? Or come along as you are. I have said Mother.

right (Rubs his right ivrist. to the graveyard. [Old-Rott arrives slowly.) [Rott has come down the steps. too.] Mrs. [A pause. why? I nmst. ! I've heard what (Takes her hands.) the last time today. I must keep the other the warmer in these wicked times. you'll rest awhile and have a of soup. You may go alone to destruction. Do fully.] home! Clerk. so may you drink Dear wife. then I may write your passport. (Studies the distance thoughtAgain the quick beat of a drum is heard in the . have you been out walking? Old-Rott. Mrs. Mrs. and sits down heavily on the bench by the tree. (Goes on writing. why have you brought us to so much misery? [Turns away and leans against the porch. how will you have these shoes mended? (Rott steps Rott. you told your mother. Rott. I don't know why ! help doing what The tree puts out leaves because it must.) Shall I put a double row of spikes here in front? What do you mean? as if they heels a bit Cobbler. But I tell you. mother. my Christopher. but on the inside you are good.] On the The road is long. of iron? Rott. Rott. I'll go If I have lost one chicken. as you please. are cooking here for plate (Overcome. angrily). Yes. Old-Rott. Cobbler. you. Rott As you 've brewed. ivarmly. Why. Rott (bursting into tears). The highway eats up leather soles were made of paper. Rott (noticing him. God reward You Mrs. We Mother (anxiously and in haste).] railiyig of the I can't ^OTT (in agony).) are often prickly on the outside. No rest for me.] Clerk. Oh. to his side.442 THE GERMAN CLASSICS But. [Leaves. Rott. you know. I won't go along. leaning on his stick.) really getting sore from writing so now! The devil! I'm many passports. much touched). (gladly.

I will say. yes. George. father. Here Englbauer walking stick and knapsack enters from the ham at the right. tomorrow it is! RoTT. Other Englbauer («wwo?/e^). Clerk. com-cribs and utensils. They are reading the proclamation. Yes. Englbauer. What proclamation? Clerk {secretly moved. I see. is 443 Eott It listening. The oxen are two years old? L . how old are you ? I mean. down on the steps.l Englbauer When Rott. A stranger? Do you think the Englbauer of the Alps came floating down a creek I Clerk. The carved corn-cribs alone have stood in their places two hundred years. Stopping before Rott). Rott. Here I will lie. Old-Rott {proudly). (Pause. examining everything carefully as he proceeds. every{ivith thing is in good order. {To Rott. You rivod not be boastful The too have carved corn-cribs. The black one about Christmas. You'll find out that ? soon enough when they come to you. but Englbauer {annoyed). RoTT. Old-Rott. will they come in? cows are with calf. blaze Two {to Rott). in sheaves. Rott.) But what will become of you? Old-B^ott {in remonstrance). still in the fields ! myself. Mrs. Well. in remonstrance). the one with the was in heat about the feast of St. I shall wait to my last breath. it m^"Self {To himself .) people is still in the fields. Yes. on account of the passports ! Mrs. Don't worry about me.) What kind of drumming begins and then stops again right away. ready to be barley ! carted in? Rott. Yes. stable and sheds. the Rotts have always given good care of everything. I was thirty-six last St.) I seeded it {much moved). [Sits James' Day.FAITH AND FIRESIDE distance. cut it and bound a stranger will gather it. Christopher. Tomorrow we'll have to leave.

girl {angrily). Christopher.ently). all together. like the carrots and the weeds Englbauer. That 's ! But be a girl ? Englbauer {contemptuously).) A Old-Rott (heatedly). Clerk. {Speedily arranges his papers. The farm and the woods and the fields must remain to: . isn't your Englbauer Clerk. all the old Rotts wdll turn in their graves. to hurt a down? Englbauer. Clerk {astonished. stops writing). you might as well make out the papers today. RoTT.) Passports and deeds. at the Englbauer 's? Don't talk nonsense! (Clerk goes on writing. And Englbauer. let's go on. and cattle and fields. Cobbler (at work). the wetthen I must have a farm. I know you well! {Takes a dollar from his and throws it t& him. wet nurse and clerk! You don't know me! Her trip to till nurse said. I must be permitted (Pause. Lively now.) There is a dollar! pocket Clerk {well pleased).444 RoTT. Rome is due tomorrow. don't talk all the time of house come. I am writing. THE GERMAN CLASSICS Are they broken to the yoke? Yes. Englbauer. gether for all time. perfectly. By all the saints! If I am to lay down twelve hundred dollars. I 'm sweating blood every moment. Englbauer {vehem. {OverEverything is all right. it ? But if it my when he has arrived. Yes. will be baptized Mathies. But Mathies youngest. however small. Englbauer.) Englbauer. . Of course! Everybody will dance to your tune without delay.) All right. but this must be in the The woods may never be separated from the deed farm nor any part of the fields. I'll see what you have in the house. If they don't. name. hurry! Clerk {angrily). Make the deed in the name of Mathies Engl! bauer. when will your wife come little.

as long as he lives. can hardlv think of the world without Old-Rott {vehemently) Englbauer. What forf Be glad if you don't know it. Old-Rott. this must be inserted in the deed The tree shall not be cut.d-^ott.) God knows. you won't live another fifty years. Cobbler. ) ! Mathies. ing meaningly at his son) Now I've spilled ink all over little Clerk. After that it '11 : to the Insert it! But add . insert this in the deed Every( has to remain together. thing 'Twill be a safeguard also for little (Pleased. he '11 give me a special warning. — {Uses the eraser.) RoTT {much moved). Hang it all! Mathies. I {Painfidly to himself. Englbauer.] Well. insert it in the deed. You '11 have to give me your hand on that. first he must be here. {Goes on working. before you can draw a safeguard for him. : Rotts will turn in their graves. The Barber has said two weeks. And I! and Peter. Old-Rott {calmly). If it is. Englbauer safer. Englbauer. Clerk.) Again? {Turning — Mathies' own children and children's children shall sport in that tree. this cherry-tree {pointing to was planted by my father's father. When the last breath is due.) As long as the tree is sound.FAITH AND FIRESIDE Englbauer. What's That's [^Examines Ol.) Hundreds of times I hid in its branches when I was a little Rott boy. that would be a jolly rolling about! Clerk. the use of hands? {ivithout taking the proffered hand). We carried on whole battles. {After a pause.) To the Clerk. eating cherries. We've eaten cherries {smiling). Christopher. up there and bombarded each other with the stones. Old-Rott {slowly). Englbauer. Englbauer. Clerk. Pause. that tree. {Re minis cently.) it) Old-Rott. I want it so myself. and you must leave my father in his Chamber. 445 God. I have something to attend to {looksomething of importance. all the .

[Adressing the two Rotts. I'm sure. confess. or when the wind blows it '11 break down and damage the roof. Rott. you fully leaning against the porch. I will call Rott [to himself). that is the universal call through- out the Bible. wiping the sweat from his brow). On the steps she suddenly hursts out.446 THE GERMAN CLASSICS have to be cut. You should have kept it a addressing her husband.) have a pair of shoes! With these shoes you can tramp all There! over the world. not one will turn. [lias driven the last nail in Rott's shoes. Rott. Rises. Yes. talcing the shoes to Rott.) And the old Rotts not one will get out of his grave. When it is a of paying a bill. him God Old-Rott [with a worried conscience. I will see what am . do not cast know it that they cannot will surely tell out loud — me — then if remove me alive — the me out. Go ahead now. Rott [weeping) My fine copper kettles! and all the linen which fills four chests. Mrs. who buys no pig Mrs. When I Barber I too will confess.) God in heaven. and drawers. and no comfort at all! [To himself as if talking to an angry God. who is thoughtBut now.) ! secret instead of upsetting everything [Enters the house followed by Englbauer. Rott. closets I [Addressing and open the they contain. will cast out! Who is neither cold nor hot. You had better try them right . Confess.] Rott. in a poke. and grandmother [in despair) and I must part from everything. Everything worked and spun at home! It has taken me twenty years. by then you will be able to call at Cobbler. all. ) I know the old Rotts. and much had from my mother. to pay the roofer. as if I'd I left the house in death. Nowhere a word of comfort. Mrs. they'll keep question all then of perfectly still. [Passes over the steps to the house door. the Englbauer into the house.

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times in You know me. ha! Wolf! Wolf. If they pinch. {He is almost overcome.Wolf and Rovtxg-Molly come on the scene. Tinker-Wolf {leading the way up to the Clerk. One must get accustomed to accustomed. You've had me five t Roving-Molly. I've little — then. the last. Tinker. during the next scene. . Isn't that so. Because we are of the other faith. barefooted. I suppose you have family names. We have no family names. stretch them a a bit at over 'till Every new shoe pinches {Sits one gets accustomed to it. taking and a patch on the side! {Busily at work. removes. that it is not good for a man Clerk {looking up annoyed). Roving-Molly'. I suppose you had a father and a mother. A father and a mother! We two! Wolf. number seven. Little Rover. did you hear that? . in Wolf. In the Bible to be alone.) One must get accustomed. Roving-Molly {carrying a small bundle). your name? jail. it's written. The writing of no other passport has given me as much pleasure. I'll 447 bit first. The wild Trooper has expelled us. And I am Roving-Molly of number eight. faitli in you.] Tinker. up another pair of shoes. A passport. and you in me. We and family names! Oh.) down A cap in front.) Well Wolf. Rover? Roving-Molly {smiling).) RoTT it is. rove up behind me. again. Roving-Molly {laughing). TVhat do these two ragamuffins want? Wolf. his laced shoes. [Sits down on the stone steps before the house and things — get {bitter).Wolf. {Ready to write. I don't call that a bad faith Clerk {gladly). We just happen to be. Ha. 80 . Clerk. and tries on the new pair.FAITH AND FIRESIDE away. talking back to Roving-Molly ). . Clerk {angrily).

drily).448 THE GERMAN CLASSICS Clerk {very angrily). {Places her bundle on the bench. and pushed that way — this way. need a passport. Roving-Molly. little Rover. our boy must be Roving-Molly. little Rover. Disgusting! Folks with no home! Roving-Molly {yawning). our boy once should a much better standing can indicate his father and Wolf.) Sure. little Rover? Roving-Molly. We don't know. fine weather {Urging them off. both working over it. We are register. {Gives her the passports.) and a happy trip Wolf {happily swinging the passports). Look here. But soon we'll be father and mother ourselves.') Roving-Molly {takes them. Our boy shall have a father and a mother. he'll have He before the Clerk. Keep ! them safe. Clerk {affixing the seal to the passports. of an age registered Roving-Molly. Well then. Wolf. Now. Some woman dropped me be- — hind a fence one day. did people shake you from a tree like June bugs? I suppose you came to this world somewhere? in a cart. That tree has noble roots. Clerk {roughly). mother. have we. listed in no church- You might write: two people when the sap flows best. Wolf. See here. How old? Wolf. I did Old-Rott {on the bench under the tree). at church. {Gives the passports to Wolf. you have no shame. Wolf. He'll be the first on our family-tree. Cobbler {at work. joyfully). Here! And now. Pushed that has ended now. Yes. And If all the world must know that Woman.) . no policeman can stop us again on the road. ! to himself). little Rover. We have neither father nor mother.

you swollen farmer! Roving-Molly in packing the pass{Assists Put them way down. seen. The good shawl with the golden fringe will be used. He was a isn't stingy. without his hat. in my own house. is 449 trying to I move as far away from won't bite you. every one who has will be at the funeral. Cobbler {at work. morrow on the highway. Vol. When the big wish you would come to do her the last to himself). neighbor! God give her eternal rest. to leave fine ! She Certainly. Tonight I'll sleep once more at home.) You know. Approaching Rott). God bless you! {Pause. honor.] Sandperger {deeply stirred). VTho has asked you. fearfully excited. Wolf. under the household ports. bell is tolled. XVI—29 . and I am going to have the big bell tolled. neighbor.FAITH AND FIEESIDE Wolf {when Old-Rott them as possible). very good woman. we'll join the procession. 'Tis a pity she did not live to see this noble day Sandpeirger {to Rott). we'll all be alike. I She'll be buried today. Sandperger. though every strike cost me a dollar! Such a noble day my wife has never yet I'll assure you. Rott {lacing his shoes). From time to time he looks about him furtively and listens as if he suspected being followed by some invisible person. Even the big bell. Clerk {writing the deed). tomorrow 'Twill be a corpse! Roving-Molly {has stowed away the passports. Sandperger {furiously). Do you know. I'll bury her fine. ready to Look here. she deserves it. I'm making the rounds inviting people to the funeral. on my own farm. to- [^Leaves ivith Roving-Molly. Darling brother. Neighbor. RovingMolly? Shut up when free farmers are talking! Tinker.Wolf {ivith much sarcasm). go).) articles! Sandperger {arriving along the highway.

) One has to get accustomed. she can't keep her mouth shut even after that! bitter scorn. having laced and tied his boots. taking neither the shoes nor the passport. Sandy. I'll conclude the deal with Englbauer. {Listens they and then addresses the invisible figure behind hi^n. moves about. Well.) Demon. do they hurt you? Rott {stamping one foot then the other. ing up [Sandperger. get tight accustomed first .] Cobbler {packing up his tools).) out it ! [RoTT. Rott. Clerk {who has been searching among pushing one forward). [Has finished his work and proceeds to gather up his she tools leisurely.) Your wife no longer needs one. — Cobbler. all right. A prick with the sabre — and then Sandperger {fiercely to the Clerk).] Cobbler. At first every new shoe hurts. .~] Clerk {writing). With your wife the wild Trooper fared rather badly yesterday. Avas dead. there are your traveling shoes. . drawing a deep breath. bitterly).) If a woman is ever so dead. trying them. You had better take them along now. Sandy.) That's all right. {Almost in tears. Certainly ! . {Tearanother paper. She never was so kickingly astir in her whole life as she is now. there's your passport. Dead? Nonsense. I think ! his papers.450 THE GERMAN CLASSICS Cobbler {pushing a pair of shoes toward him). {Listens as if somebody was speaking All right. I am going.) {Glancing at it in behind him. I want to have peace now {Turns ready to go.) Good that I have this passport. Withwouldn't let me go tomorrow. stands motionless.) Give me the shoes! ing up {Takes the Give me the passport! passport. {Snatchhis shoes. {Shutting his teeth in bitter woe.

Oh God. What I? did you say? Nothing. Englbauer {leaving the house well satisfied). To- morrow we'll leave for distant parts. After awhile with a head shake). Hurrah. The furnishings are fine. A Rott. Your wife has excellent things. much excited. CockSparrow. (in great glee sits Cock-Sparrow bler). Clerk.) Ha. won't I let my eyes take in now this. Englbauer is upstairs.hing. now that! And now I'll go dancing in the meadow |ill my tongue hangs out of my mouth. through the main door).don't I if't only even know how far! {Laughs in frenzied delight.] [^Ruyis off in Cobbler {leaving in the opposite direction. overhuhhling joy. Clerk. nail them well and grease them with I don't want to have blisters. . the ground. I've looked at ever5i. lard. to the Cob- Cobbler {grumhlingly picking up the shoes). Grease them with lard! Perhaps you want me to fry them in butter ! Cock-Sparrow {wild with delight throwing himself onto his father's neck). ha.FAITH AND FIKESIDE - 451 Cock-Sparrow {enters eagerly. RoTT. to himself). Rott. He's a wild one! Old-Rott {in speechless surprise. Cock-Spar! row. You onlv dreamed that. ha. Don't be glad too soon. Yes. You won't fly far. down on strips his shoes and joyfully throws them Cobbler. I thought you w^ere speaking of Cock-Sparrow. and glad to leave home? Is the whole world crazy now ? Clerk {tvriting. with a head shake). sticking his head in all our boxes and drawers Is it true that he's going to buy our farm? RoTT (sadly playing with his boy's hair). father. Father. — Oh. We shan't grow old in this neighborhood. Distant parts were tomorrow now.

Rott (cannot bear say so. I know you are honest. paid Englbauer.) There are twelve hundred dollars to the penny. Now. the voice of authority. reads it. to look at the money.) Rott. and that everything shall remain in one farm. I am yourself. you'll think that I shan't be able to Not at all. Everything is here. your signatures. now is your turn. arrive a farmer. deed ready? There it is.) This will be recorded in the court register.) Is the Clerk (pushing a paper forward). (After a pause.) Your hand is tremThis is your bling like a lamb 's tail. (Ready to go. him and places it in his breast pocket. I have cash. now sign. Well then. All right. [To the Clerk. to the Clerk. (Rott signs. You'll Isn't Englbauer (proudly and with little My Mathies. deeply moved. Englbauer (very superior and htimptious to Rott). Read yourself. (Rott thoughtfully folds the paper handed copy. while Rott stands one side. ) Rott.) All right. pay more before this. The Clerk takes the second copy and puts it in his leather hag. if you I know you are honest. I can pay you easily.) time. 'Tis all right. Every chest and every drawer I Englbauer (annoyed). Clerk. the safeguard for little Mathies. Addressing Rott). all right! Why be bumptious right away? Other people also have fine things. (Taking of his knapsack he produces two well-filled money bags which he places on the bench under the chestnut tree. ready for Englbauer (takes the paper. Count them I suppose. full! THE GERMAN CLASSICS should think so! She's carted things together like a beaver. (Englbauer signs. about your father and the cherry-tree. it Rott (moved. if you say so. refuses to take the paper).) Sandperger about? now you may come any .452 Old-Rott.

Won't you ever have enough? Englbauer and {looks behind the scene as he turns to leave noticing Cock-Sparrow in the meadow behind the scene calls out to him angrily). in full armor. {heated and dusty. longer will I have to All about his miserable little You are house-mad. How much run after that tightwad? Clerk. I have not {Stretches himself.) Old-Rott {looking at him.) learned how to be afraid.) I'm full himself while of blood ever^n^'here. There you unblessed witch of the Bible Now you are buried as heretics should be. I will be your good trooper. close the eyes of {Looks down on your babe lest he get frightened. Get out of Mathies' I'll meadow. I am no longer a farmer! {Stamping the ground in wild grief. to himself). a shiver runs through him. Holy Virgin.] Clerk {deeply moved throws away his quill). and take no rest till the last one has left fluttering about my .] RoTT {in a violent outburst). Cock-Sparrow. turns bloody-red. The w^ater that ! ! he drinks. Englbauer hut? (angrily). Holy Virgin. {Puts his mouth to the pipe at the well.) The ground on which I stand is no longer mine. fierce and satisfied). with food bag and flask enters like a wild storm. every drop. Little teach you! [Leaves.'] ! Mathies enters to no gentle tune [Pause.] Trooper.FAITH AND FIRESIDE Clerk. and takes a long draught. Then one horseman seems to be stopping behind the house. and the curses of the heretics are pate like swallows about a steeple. The devil! That the geese should have such soft quills in such hard times! [One hears cantering horses. right away. 453 He is out asking people to the funeral. [At a distance one hears again the brief beat of a drum. His wife will be buried todaj. Trampling down all his grass! Clerk. But I stand erect. Trooper {after drinking).

454 THE GERMAN CLASSICS the country. I see from the court records. Yes. every one of them ! A Soldier {leading Peter Rott up to the Trooper). the I. old fox. {Pause.) Old man. So it is. and taking out some meat and bread hands it to Peter). Who are you? Peter. day the farmer Michael Rott court-records.] silent consternation recog- Trooper {standing at the well under the niche with the Madonna of Peter picture. There is one more. right in my faith. so it is. " This Clerk {reading). beast? How you do look.) My bloodhounds are to hunt heretics. poor hunted Peter. how far! hunger and thirst. But Trooper. {Standing before Old-Rott. bit of misery.] Trooper {to the Clerk). looks long at the emaciated figure with his ragged clothes covered with hag and straw). unstraps flask. already exiled. The sons. Have you written the passports? Clerk. Eat it {hands him his flask) and drink from my flask. I'll cut them down for you. you have another fine son. sir. A Trooper {sympathetically). Peter eats and drinks. and they've been called for. did not take after their father. [Rott and his father in nize Peter. it to the . clothes in rags! No shoes on your feet! I've traveled far ah. leads him to a seat. Wait. who rises.) Read it. The patrol has poked this fellow from the haystack back of Rott's farm. I've found an old verdict in Deceitful all am {Draws an old paper from his pocket handing Clerk. [Soldier retires.) May I now close the list of exiles? Trooper {regarding Old-Rott). Old-Rott {wiping the sweat from his brow). Your — Trooper his sympathy. noble scribe. Here is my dinner. you see. {full of own food hag and poor vagabond! {Addressing the Soldier in anger. but not poor tramps and vagabonds.

This sixth day of the honey- month. Trooper {angrily). God will not have those either who carry the mantle on both shoulders. Yes. Peter {suddenly addressing his father. the son escapes it.FAITH AND FIRESIDE was 455 tried on the charge of maliciously persisting in the false doctrine of the heretics. I was six years. That old devil of heresy was your father? Trooper. . Hold on It has skipped me. threatening him. I am quite satisfied at home. son. deceitful ! ! fox? A passport for this old rascal! (To Oli>-Rott. and son's son. and you alone a healthy branch. The father has it. To himself. Get away. with his cane). Oh father. before the altar it — satisfy you — {^neaningly looking at Rott) it To I '11 swear in church swear till my last breath. [RoTT and Peter have risen during the reading of the paper. and afterward was executed by the sword. baring his breast.) Tomorrow you leave." Then his head fell. sons have it again.) I don't honey sweet would be a good word to de- scribe that occurrence.) Have I got a window here that you can look into my inside? As long as I do not confess you cannot drive me out. Old-Rott {furiously. when they put thumb screws on my father and killed him with the His last word before the execution was: sword. to the Clerk). The whole tree rotten to the core from the roots up. Oho And the disease has eaten on through one hundred years: Father. Old-Rott {wiping the sweat of anguish from his face). Old Ink-squirt. Old-Rott {remonstrating. confess. That is like a birthmark. ** What my conscience has recognized as right I shall never forsake. {To the Trooper." believe that {Puts the paper aside.] Old-Rott {deeply moved). I need no passport. beseechingly). I don't know you. You have to take what I say. and the son's sir. Father. listening with bared heads.

{Again a drum is heard. do what Peter says. Faith rests with God. who is standing in the — background). Let me tramp and walk one thousand hours and more. and you are back again? Peter. Forswear. you will yet grovel before me. Peter. Peter. I can't do (Soldier leads Peter off. {To the Trooper. the order! Read the proclamation! [The Drummer gives an incisive beat on his drum. will shine. poor {extends his vagabond. You can break us. Christopher Rott. Get away. Father brother. Trooper {foaming with wrath). you have the power. dungeon where neither me here. See that he leaves the country. this time nearer than before. Old-Rott {vehemently repelling his sons).) Rott. but you cannot bend us.456 THE GEEMAN CLASSICS {to his father. Here Trooper {looking at the miserable figure at his feet. my feet will carry me in a circle. Do your best. only leave here I must remain.'] . then addressing Rott) and to you. Trooper {beckoning the Soldier.) Drummer. Drive him out of the country with the butts of your guns. me throw me in the sun nor w^as I moon bom.) No. {To the Drummer who appears. all of you.] it. I will be a brother to you hand to him. both of you. you won't bury me away from home. All are listening. Father. sud- denly gripped by great compassion). the exile. Trooper. RoTT Father. There is no rest at all until one has confessed. Trooper {to Peter). Mrs. Peter {falling on his knees before the Trooper). Trooper {ivith a voice hard as steel to the Soldier). Christopher and I — all of us bear and suffer. imploringly) .) Old-Rott {gasping). sir. Rott appears in the door. to all — of you — [Pause. Put in the stocks. you say? You are the other son. You won't bury me away from home. Every road leads home.

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(Making a hard decision.. from height. (Drops his hand. Mrs. My Cock-Sparrow (Pause. I can never do it. Yes indeed! Now they've caught me well. bite! " (Raises his hand for the oath slowly. Then to his wife.] Trooper {seated on the well curb). child is Now they've got bait. [She reels. this I tell you. With God's help we'll save the young children from everlasting damnation. Rott." Mrs. Rott. Raise vour hand. bite!" (Slowly raises his hand to half the necessary height. be kept at home. and peasants Come out of your doors and your ears. '' Father.. parents. me in the trap. Rott (shrilly). Forswear I Rott (slowly rising). Yes indeed. from this day on I shaU not be able to say to Cock-Sparrow "Do : . The Drummer leaves. ! [Sinks on his knees to the ground.) Wife. Heretic men and their women are to be driven out. Rott.) "Father. open your ** Whoever confesses the other faith and does says: not forswear must leave. then slowly drops it again. with him.) this day on I shan't be able to look Cock-Sparrow straight in the eye. The Emperor houses. the sound disappearing in the distance.) No. Rott. One 's own an excellent Mrs.] Mrs. Grown-up children may go with their Minor children will be kept at home and be " brought up in the good old faith. hesitatingly to half the necessary But wife. The orthodox women may I'll go The Drummer. That's right. Citizens ! 457 remain at home! " Mrs. Forswear! Our team of three must not be Rott. I tell you. heating the drum. Rott (shrill ij). Minor children . Much obliged for that favor. Rott.FAITH AND FIRESIDE The Drummer. all right. parted.) Now the really great sorrow has begun.

father with the stubbornness of one who has confessed.) Father. {Making a mighty resolution and Dear wife. follow your conscience. you'll stay with your mother. do bear together with us. Get away! You won't bury me away from home.) Send word to your arrange matters differently. whet your knife! {Stopping in front of RoTT There.) seated on the well curb). little man. Trooper {quietly. Rott {quickly.458 THE GERMAN CLASSICS right according to your conscience no. you are nothing but a miserable little man! [Trooper seated on the well curb quietly draws his sivord and lays it across his knees. {Growing more unburden yourself Do not stoop vehement. as if threatening him). all of us. you and Cock-Sparrow. and farther back through five hundred years! . still No. mother. where the Rotts are at home. cut my body into bloody rags. Our team of three separated! Rott {in agony). I and Peter. AVhen Cock-Sparrow is of age. Butcher. we'll be reunited Rott. I'd have to do the same {To his again. you can't do anything to me. and again {Breathes heavily. him.) Mrs. Here I will lie. [Trooper s&ated on the well curb bites his lips till they bleed. I cannot do it. Sandperger and Unteregger. are you yielding? {wildly. And if it happened again. I? {Takes sometime. ! before that {contemptuously) trooper-boy.] Old-Rott {pushes him away). we bear and suffer. now we'll have to turning to his wife. Against my conscience I cannot act.) Father.) Wife. Father. Oh you. advancing toward the Trooper. Rott {tottering). Father and father's father. Chris' ' ! topher Rott. — . Mrs.] Rott. I must do as my conscience tells me. nervously) And you? her hands. you'll join me with him. The brood-hen must come to fetch you two tomorrow.

FAITH AND FIRESIDE Sandpeeger 459 (rushes in.) (correcting his list). Sandperger (jumps up home in my charging snake). his At last. But today house on my own farm ! Old-Rott (unmanned. Rott (sadly busy about his father). Father. a passport. Not yet. Six soldiers carried her. you are smoked out! (Throws Clerk into the scabbard. Christopher. that's the way I have all heretics buried. has the time come when you'll be breathing your last? Old-Rott (rising with a mighty exertion). Sandperger (bursting out into a harsh laughter). Trooper (on the well curb. away! I haven't much time.] [Old-Rott. cuttingly). a passport! (Yells ^ — carrion-pit! (Drops to the — his confession into the face of the Trooper. old fox. rises. Old-Rott. Tomorrow when the drum beats the signal I'll drive the last one out of the country I '11 sleep at — for your like a sake. right up to Rott. I didn't hear the bell.) with bulging eyes. Trooper (before the Madonna picture). from the funeral bed to the (shrieking) ground.) Clerk. me on the cart.) Thank God. (Pause. In the carrion-pit! An Old-Rott by the side of a dead dog! (Like a tree which a storm tears from the ground. beseeching Rott). She is already buried — quite grandly! Rott (astonished). Two sword hundred and fourteen. you needn't come to the funeral.) swish of the sickle. an evangelical follower of Christ ! Trooper. Yes.) Trooper! I am one of them. May be a dead dog did the barking. that I (in deep sorrow) in a foreign land! me . Now! away. Neighbor. the unsheathed sword over his knees). Lord Jesus Christ! Let lie may honorably cross the frontier alive. I'm hearing the (Collapses. I can't be gone quick enough. very grandly. we are rid of the thirteen. put Let's be off across the frontier.

My poor father. In front of the cart. Rott (closing his Bible. he could never go even for half an hour to the next village without being homesick.) soul. which she proceeds to distribute in the cart). ** He is in short-sleeves reading his Bible). I must do everything that is hard. Rott (looking up from the Bible). and rejoiceth as a strong man to run a race. Rott (arranging the pillows). The road which I walk the birds do not know. Soon the drum will beat the signal for departure. Everything rolls on over me. there is a can of carriage grease. Rott (stopping in her work. that he cannot go with us. and the eye of the eagle does not see it. Father can hardly wait for the moment to start. on the ground. The earth whence my bread came long they turned with fire and devastated my fields." Mrs. It always seemed to him he was in a foreign country there.) jars too much. Rott (comes from the house with pillows and a feather bed. And then you must inform Cock-Sparrow of the order. fowlers. greatly troubled). RoTT {ready for the trip. They have destroyed my house.460 THE GERMAN CLASSICS ACT III The same scene cart is as in the second act. overwhehned soul Thy waters Lord Thou hast my . they made their furrows. Early morn- ing. is seated on the well curb. A low-two-wheeled rather roomy standing before the house. that father won't feel the (To himself. Mrs. soul escaped as a bird out of the snare of the He has made me a tabernacle in the sun which is as a bridegroom coming out of his chamber. Yet they have not prevailed against (Elated. have gone over my The plowers plowed upon my back. with much hesitancy). like a loaded drag. Mrs. I have no such difficulty. A glorious sun rising over a fresh landscape sparkling in the dew. Rott. me my . and an axe lies nearby. Do make the seat soft. — .

Soldiers are riding through the streets and alleys. Mrs. Where do you come from ? Cock-Sparrow.FAITH AND FIRESIDE Mrs. and then he'll learn the news soon enough. you bit of mercury Cock-Sparrow. Father.] Mrs. (Loosens one wheel with the axe and applies grease Mrs. And your pants are torn again? I'll have a pair made of tin for you. What did you do in the hackmatack topi Cock-Sparrow. 461 Let us leave it then! My mother has been She should be here any moment. Rott. Didn't I tell you only yesterday not to climb a tree? Rott. clears his throat. He clears his throat and tries to master his strong emotion by great activity.] Mrs. when ! are going to tramp? Isn't that so. very busy with the wheels. to the axle. We'll need this comfort! Mrs. That's what I am thinking {Has risen and approaches the cart with his Bible in his hand. Rott (who has already taken up the axe). Rott. Rott (after studying her boy). Rott. he'll die in this country and they'll burj^ him like a dog. mother. No wonder when I am sitting in the top of a hackmatack tree as high as a church steeple. Cock-Sparrow (enters across the bridge. .) place for my Bible. You can never sit still. from the woods. From way above. he says. we Cock-Sparrow (examines the tear in his trousers).) A (Stores the hook in the cart. Why should I be sitting still now. I'm about to do it. are you ready? Then let's go. Father said for you to grease the wheels well lest the cart break down. Rott. father? [Rott. [Rott does not look up from his work.) If you don't. walking briskly). Rott. Nothing. Mrs. RoTT (sighing). but does not look up. Rott (angrily). notified.

Why not? Surely. Cock-Sparrow mine. Rott {cannot suppress a smile).) Again! And once again. . I tell you. sits down). {Impatiently and urgently. 'Rott {severely). ' ' I didn't think of anything. For the brood-hen. and I'll see I hear a drum in the distance. Father. And be a true man. Rott. That 's the way I am today. BoTT Then.462 THE GERMAN CLASSICS {stops ivorking.) Mrs. heartily). father! {Suddenly tears himself from his father's embrace. Come here! ! Rott. For hoy whom? Rott {overcome hy his feelings. why not think should I wish to offend you! surely not. laughs).) Aren't we going soon? What are we waiting for? Rott {slowly and heavily). the little romp. mother! You should {Describing how things " look up from below to the top.) up hand over fist. {Runs off at top speed across the bridge. To offend his mother. Rott {looks after him with great satisfaction. and then I thought. Cock-Sparrow {easily). listens. Cock-Sparrow {who does not understand. when you grow up. Mrs. {Embracing him again and again. I it a very came within an ace of tumbling down. suddenly pulls his {Presses him to his breast tenderly.) what's up. He is off again. Ouch close to his side). We have to talk with you.) {Presses her apron to Cock-Sparrow {warmly and that. But mother. I happened to happened. laughs). her eyes. Up Then I climbed there would be a lovely place to sit.) Now let's have a talk. why did you climb up? Mrs. you are strong You are breaking my ribs. Cock-Sparrow {astonished. Smilingly). I want you to stay here. today. a true man. And was lovely and comfortable place to sit in I Cock-Sparrow {laughs out loud).

Rott {worried). He Cock-Sparrow will of good family. that boy draws my temper. open and honest. Rott to his side and takes her hands. if vou should break on him a hundred hazel sticks. without a man? Rott {draws Mrs. will come out all right. {Much touched. I adapt myself to him? You'll have to take him as he Rott. is Do understand me. takes both hands of his wife. So I will have him. wife. {Pets her hands sincerely. too.FAITH AND FIEESIDE 463 Mrs. nor does he know deceit or falsehood. not for life or death. To have a mind of one's own means strength. Then I'll be pleased. dear wife. Mrs. A stone cannot be serv^ed as a piece of cake. for everything. so you must train him. as you women are apt to do. but what he does not wish to hear. to that he gives no heed. Leave him alone. you'll only hurt yourself and him to no good end.) But when life later brings up a is Believe me. He heard you all right. You 've been to me a faithful helpmeet in good and evil times. not before sword or spear. but laughingly) Oh that's it? . so you must bring him to me when at last he has grown up. but you '11 have to adapt Things yourself a little to him. — — weighty matter there {heats his breast with his fists) then I won't have him yield.) Christopher. dear wife. Rott. And grown.) Look here. which he pets over and over again as if to give weight to his words). grow up right. Rott {rather angrily. give the boy his head. Mrs. How can I train him alone. don't fuss and fume about him all the time.) And now I bid you. . But his obstinacy. (In despair. Let him have his way and his {Gets up and continues solpuppyish foolishness! emnly and firmly. good-by before the people come. do not despair. and many thanks to you. With it he made when he was a the Emperor {rises for one moment hop o' my thumb in reverence) get off his horse. You would never have accomplished this. God bless you. My dear. his thick head! Rott.

easier. examines the cushions Put another cushion here for father. a stiff neck. that this had to come to pass RoTT.) No. We could not help it. away from home? Rott (glad at her laughter). And you'll have no end of wrinkles and crow's feet. Rott enters the house. his face covered with a beard. Rott (smiling). He Good carries a spade and a young pear-tree. (Controls himself with difficulty. Perhaps I shan't like you then any more and have got another girl before you come. you man. you're laughing. as long as that up. [Englbauer entirely occupied with his own affairs. Briefly ) morning.) You know.] Englbauer (with a knapsack enters from the right. . Mrs. I'll wait for you. Dear Christopher. foolish Now I'll really have to laugh. the road is in a wretched condition. Rott {hanging on his neck. Are you going soon! Rott. Rott takes the axe. even if you'll rily for . and be glad to see you.) No tears. They are dry. (Kindly and warm heartedly. be an old vixen by then. and they cannot down us. feel my eyes. row and compelling himself her sake. then things will be [Mrs. All right then. (Raises his finger. (Merwater. It is no fault of yours or mine. aren't theyf (In tremendous energy hiding his sor- to be jocose to make the For heaven's sake no easier for his wife.) parting a pitcher of wine would suit me better. or perhaps only with down since he's a sparrow. Do you think you'll remain young. his hand.) And when you and Cock-Sparrow follow me. Keep (Steps up to the cart. .464 THE GERMAN CLASSICS ! Mrs.) with (Thoughtfully. loosens the other wheel and greases the axle during the following scene.) Let others account for it. Yes.) There. no don't be afraid. wife. in tears). (Puts her hands to his eyes. he'll be a trump of a fellow. almost any minute.

The blacksmith repaired everything last month. the Barber says. \\liat should break? cart). Rott likewise. Englbauer {unable to understand). {The beat of a drum is heard a distance. One hears him repeat the announcement behind the scene at some distance. Rott {much annoyed. Mrs. Leave the country! brutally harsh signal. Rott {enters with a pillow which she places in the He is Father says for you to examine the axles careand be sure that notliing will break. Your heart does not trouble you. he says he'll die on the road and they will bury him like a dog.) have to grow up together with my little Mathies. Mrs.'] Drummer {arrives beating a short and Stops). If you fully. Plant it. RoTT work). Partly yes. no. XVI— 30 is gradually lost . Englbauer unmoved by from the left all the misery continues to work.) world. Then the drumming begins again and Vol. don't. What are you going to do with it? Englbauer. in front of my house. Has he arrived. {at RoTT. Heretic men and women depart from your houses and farms! The children are to stay! {Resumes drumming as he leaves by the right. Englbauer {without looking up. to Englbauer). with the axe in his hand. {Has taken The tree will off his coat and begins to dig a hole. and marks off a place in front of the house. Englbauer.) approaching from [Rott stops working. what should I have here? A young pear-tree. Rott {fastening the second wheel). stands as if rooted to the ground.FAITH AND FIRESIDE 465 puts the tree and the spade down. partly hind part first. Nonsense! 'Twould have been a loss of time. drily). or you would have waited with vour work until we had left the house. WeU.'\ What have you got there? RoTT. He will scorn the arriving {Goes on digging. Mrs.

calling after Drummer).] [Old-Rott tottering with a sudden attack of iveakness. hurls the axe about his head and drives it deep into the There the swallow found her nest and cherry-tree). God bless your entrance into this world. (Collapses in great sorrow on the bench about the tree. the grievous Rott (overcome by an uncontrolled passion of home. to Englbauer). beat! the well curb exhausted. Does the mill stream not run red today? (Addressing the sky. and waving his Englbauer.) Everything the same as 't has always been? [Englbauer carefully places the hole he has dug.) Beat. Drummer. Old-Rott! [Rott and Barber try to lead him to the bench. Rott hour! (shrilly). as if he were praying). leaves his house slowly.) home.) Sandperger the (in violent commotion rushes in. The Drummer has brought great com- motion. and during the next scene fills the hole. fully ten pounds. . beat your drum! Beat! (Yells like until the cords of his neck are swollen and look strands of rope. Englbauer (taking off his hat.] Rott (jumping to his assistance) Father. are you ill? Barber (approaches). Live and thrive and found a family ! is your [Puts on his hat. little hat.) Mrs. He weighs Here (Indicating Rott's house and farm. Now the hour has come. Rest a little.] his little pear-tree in Barber (entering hurriedly. His big eyes rest searchingly on the bridge). Little Mathies. where he has planted the tree.466 THE GERMAN CLASSICS in the distance. the bird his home.] .) Does it not rain iron rods? (Shakes his head in great astonishment. and almost collapsing. cheerfully.) Old-Rott (more decrepit than at (Collapses on first. out of breath. Mathies has arrived.

Barber. supported by the Barber. No rest! Christopher.FAITH AND FIRESIDE Old-Rott {in violent 467 remonstrance. father. Soldiers Soldiers — — Soldiers — . urges haste).] RoTT {to his ivife).] Sandperger {at the well curb). his teeth are {Calling aloud. away I cannot last long. {Pulling the Barber toward the bridge. Away. Old-Rott (shakes his head in refusal and takes the Barber's arm).) have not much time. Rott {stands still in great emotion).] Things are moving. they are going! Everywhere they are gathering. while he mutters to himself). let's be off.) chattering. Where may your mother be delaying? You had better go to meet her. RoTT. Sandperger {in collapse on the well-curb. and to the right and left there is a long row of soldiers. [Leaves in the direction of the bridge.) could drink death! pipe. ) {Puts his mouth hungrily to the [Old-Rott stops once more on the bridge giving a last long look at the Rott farm. drink! I wish I {Starts to drink. you lead me on to the road! On ! the first cart that comes I along I'll take my seat. Cock-Sparrow. addressing Rott). Mrs. laden with bundles as if they were beasts Down there at the crossroad lots of them of burden. don't look back again ! [Old-Rott and Barber cross the bridge and disappear on the highway. Old-Rott. I am like one run dry! Let me drink. enters across the bridge at a run). fearful lest death be near. Cock-Sparrow is coming there. In the meanwhile sit down.] Barber {gently turning Old-Rott 's head). land that I must go to die — in a foreign I mav lie honorablv. Father. come here! Cock-Sparrow {much heated. are collected. Rott {looks toward the bridge as she is leaving. Right away. [Leaves at left. in fear.

[Runs into the house. What's that? Sandperger {as if talking to one hard of hearing). I am RoTT the only boy. Unteregger. One thing seemed funny. Resolutely.] Sandperger {laughing bitterly). neither good nor evil. He is walking vigor! ously. Must we be the last? That would be a shame.468 THE GERMAN CLASSICS Father. [Unteregger. Cock-Spaerow.] with walking stick and bulging knap[Unteregger sack arrives from the right.] Englbauer {has stamped little tree. how do you feel now. {Tries to Sandperger along ivith him in wild determination. Well? Cock-Sparrow. looking neither to right nor left. {clearing his throat). alone and without stopping. Hm! Cock-Sparrow. Not so eager You have plenty of time. How are you feeling? Unteregger {dully as if grief has exterminated his soul). RoTT.'] RoTT {greatly moved. Then I'll run to get something more. it? What was Cock-Sparrow.) Sandy.) Where is mother? Even old grandpa is gone ahead. As yet. on the move? Unteregger {stopping a moment and dully looking about from under his load. on two hundred and three dollars. All the people I saw were grown-up. we agreed Here they are. tramp and vagabond! Sandperger. . I am feeling nothing. I am a farmer. Cock-Sparrow. Father. come along. [Steps to the cart which he tries to push ahead. the earth carefidly about the then takes from his pocketbook several rolls of money. Well. gently pulls him aivay from the cart). leaves by the bridge with long strides. like one hard of hearing). {Looks about him. do start.) pull Come along. which he places in front of Sandperger He on the well-curb. RoTT.

The Sandperger (to himself with chattering teeth). Do you think I'm good for a few more years. is accompanied by a soldier and the list holding a in his hand. No. Bloodhound. The old devil of a heretic is already Rott). money). to Sandy for short. Sandperger. I'll stop at nine? the money near to Sandperger.FAITH AND FIRESIDE 469 Count them yourseK and pocket them.'] . driving along the road. Away with you! arms. three great cracks in the walls. Christopher Rott of the RoTT (firynly). Follow him! Rott. no! Englbauer. I won't inflict it on you. You are a fool. Clerk (reading from third house ! the list). But you 've got what you want nine farms Englbauer (angrily). You'll no longer say: Time enough till tomorrow. There is the Trooper coming. mounted on a high cart. Trooper! The Trooper enters clerk from who the right. Sandperger is Trooper.) Count them (Pushes and pocket them. For you would There are be cheated with that old ruin of a house. [Sandperger clings in fear the curb with both Trooper (beckoning him. tries to tear him from the well. Sandperger (pushing the money from him). : ! Trooper. Sandperger of the fourth Trooper (to house. Clerk (reading from the list). When the brood hen gets here. and my wife haunts the chamber. Sandperger {seated on the well-curb. Englbauer (who is looking off to the right). Trooper. Here.'\ my name. He'll show you the way now. without touching the Nine boys. and the roof timbers are rotten. to the Soldier). seize [Soldier seizes Sandperger.

] Trooper. Count it and pocket it. {With a look be brief. He moves his lips silently. those claws of heresy.) Grant that we soon get rid of the whole devil's brood! (Soldier leaves at right. to the Soldier. Sandperger {torn away by the Soldier). to the S. Bloodhound. and my Trooper — . One little word. the pillar. Let go! or I'll cut your hands off. Trooper to Sandperger. Trooper. As yet I am. withdrawing them with equal rapidity. apparently unconsciously. and looks behind him furtively. Soldier {tearing his hands from the pillar). Finally the hand remains raised. Sandperger {gasping). as if afraid his dead wife might be standing there. only one little Trooper {inexorably). looks anxiously and furtively behind him. sweat and work.) Go to the fifth house in the meanwhile. a farmer. Rott. with his lips convulsively compressed. finally he nods affirmatively. Then he raises his fingers for the oath several times very quickly. unable to speak.] Englbauer {greatly astonished and outraged). {in glad surprise). {to the Soldier). word. violently. Sandperger. and drive out Waldpichler. You will forswear? [Sandperger.470 THE GERMAN CLASSICS Englbauer {once more pushing the money toward him). Trooper.) Speak. desist! {When the Soldier has released Sandperger. Do my eyes deceive mef He is actually raising his three fingers. It is trembling So is the whole man. standing there pale. For the sake of remaining here? I? Have A stony field. I lost anything here? a ruined house with rotten roof timbers. From inside conviction? And not for the sake of remaining here? Sandperger. for the Blessed Vir- Trooper gin's sake. but Make him Mary niche in take the road. [Sandperger gasping. let me speak. Away with you. tramp and vagabond. look.

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cross off Sandperger of the fourth house.FAITH AND FIRESIDE 471 wife haunting the chamber! {Bursting into a wild For the sake of remaining here! guffaw. shame my Trooper {to the window Clerk {looks ! into his lists and crossing off a name). I'll see you yet hanging from your casement perger. My inspiration has come from the Trooper {growing happier every moment). with a finger raised in warning). Clerk). I've skinned you badly. I'll do everything. And will you recant the devil's faith on Sundays before the church! Sandperger {wiping the sweat from his brow is looking about him furtively. that his wife may not hear him). Trooper {angrily). The sad- my worldly possessions.) to The devil.) {With . but saved your soul. but stops to address Rott. swear {more to himself) that the devil has neither tail nor home. what kindness can Ask anything. Soldier {entering hastily with a report). beaten your body. of money. Waldpichler has nailed his doors and windows and hidden in his cellar. Take both.) Your turn next. wait.) inside. hidden scorn. Sandperger. You damned woodchuck! I'll burn you out with pitch and fire. you are my brother. you poor fellow. {Turns bags contain to go. Excellent Clerk. Human sympathy like {in front of Sandperger. — {Loud. Yes. completely. No. now we are back again Trooper number thirteen. My heart stands wide. I'll divide with you. Here. wide I do you ? open. out you go! {After a pause.) full of meaning at the S. Empty the pocket. Mary niche in The last one! . then. a mighty stream dammed for some time). Englbauer {snatching his money from the bench and Sandpocketing it. Now. yo\x insect of hell. {With a look the pillar. dle Down there at the fence all is my horse. two bags Take one of them. Very softly.) of On Sundays in before the church with a candle hand.

I've done it! Rott. As if in hell Cursed by God and damned for life. To be lying there in the anguish of a troubled conscience! inner comfort! one to speak for me! No in fear. as the Trooper says my brother the Trooper.) Ah. Neighbor. spit out in disgust. do ! I am in my own little house. it will run afresh. Soon you'll also go. in despair). half to himself). from now on. with his finger. I'll THE GERMAN CLASSICS not stay here. neighbor! after all. {Laughs in scornful grief. then all '11 be gone except the of blood in front of my hut.) Alone in my hut forsaken by God and beasts. and Soldier leave hurriedly at the right. neighbor. outwardly perfectly quiet). .) Look — — here. spot Whenever I cross it. [Trooper. Every one accord- ing to his light Sandperger {dully.] . name. ecstasy) .) But. as if in hell.) Ha.472 RoTT. {With a note of growBut I am at home.) in my own little house. here he is! {Angrily snaps the spot. {As if the sun were struggling through gloomy clouds. on the doorsill. after all {in ing cheerfulness. hunting in his lists). . Sandperger {with a groan of despair). Yes. Do you know. ha! Tonight she'll chase me.) Sandperger {in front of Rott. Clerk. . . {In growing anguish. I ! am not your judge. {Wiping the sweat of anguish from his face. — . you know.'] Clerk Wald{the last one to leave. I can hardly await the coming night. {Turning He has hidden himself even in the lists. seated on a high cart. {Finding the . Rott. where is he? the leaves. . [Leaves by left. . at home. neighbor {turning to leave. you know.) And my wife {Chattering No haunts the chamber! Rott. oh yes! OldRott is already on the way.) pichler. You 'U be in your little house as if you were in hell. Just so. like a horse locked in a burning stable. where the name is written.

you [Cock-Sparrow. Cock-Sparrow {nodding) And sticks with bird lime. her hands. have you collected your things? If you haven't.FAITH AND FIRESIDE RoTT {deeply moved. RoTT. And what '11 you do with the bird in the house? Cock-Sparrow. with a heavy sigh). who had been engaged in fastening the bird-cage on the cart.) And what '11 . Put it in this tiny house.0TT {clearing his throat). RoTT {deeply moved. come along as you are! Cock-Sparrow {astonished. and with your lame foot! -to bid us Godspeed ! Mother do not delay — away here. comes from the house joyfully. I should have been gone long ago. looking after him). And what will you do with them? Cock-Sparrow. B. Catch a little bird. Mother {passing Rott. ivith a bundle of sticks for catching birds. I'll hang it here in front on the cart {steps to the cart where he fastens the cage) that we may have with us on the trip something that can sing. what have you got there? bird house? A . Oh. Hm! {Pause. The brood hen will sing for you. God bless you. ready for the trip. {tries to draw him aivay with Come. are stronger than any of us. . constantly right along. Rott and her mother arriving from the left. at the first stop. but father and mother have been dilly-dallying \_Bids good-by to her heartily. you do with the bird? Cock-Sparrow. come {with a slanting glance at Rott) her). pleased. while she is shaking her head and shaking looks at him wonderingly. and had not noticed her arrival).'] RoTT (in astonishment) Now. Cock-Sparrow. RoTT. and a small tvooden birdcage. — from Cock-Sparrow. turns away and sees Mrs. I tell you. it's You've made a special trip down the you. 473 Neighbor. goes up to Cock-Sparrow. warmly). grandma? mountain.] Well then.

With me you'll be safe in these wild times. only grown-up people are perdid not mitted to leave.] Cock-Sparrow {joyfully at the cart). any boys . see . Trooper {roughly pulling Cock-Sparrow from the cart). And your lame foot shall grow well. up the mountain to my place. Father. Do you That you'll be able to run again like hear. Father. to the Soldier) Stand guard here. almost tearing his son's hair it. grandma. Mother. {Anxiously trying to hurry them off. plays silently with his boy's hair. Rott with her other hand. will you? You surely Mother {shaking her head in surprise and feeling the boy's head). [The Soldier remains where he is The Trooper noisily passes the bridge and entertold. . grandma? a grayhound. {Warmly. to his father). finally his eyes are looking searchingly Rott {stepping up at his father. grandma has lost her reason. let's start.] Leave the country. You '11 stay here [Cock-Sparrow stares at the Trooper without underoff. . .474 THE GERMAN CLASSICS Live long and prosper. legs. ing [Rott slowly approaches the cart. . can hardly utter these words). when you're stronger on your will. . the courtyard addresses Rott. . Listen. unable to speak. ynuch moved. . That's why you instead of playing with . .] to his son. and keep from harm your souls and your bodies. What's the matter with you here? {Then takhold of his sleeve. I to live one hundred years after eternity. Do you hear. ! standing.) Cock-Sparrow {freeing himself. both * of you. The Trooper and the Soldier my wings make their appearance beyond the bridge.) And you.) I'll spread over you. too. and gets ready. and after looking in astonishment at his grandmother.) Come now! {Taking hold of ing Mrs. . Cock-Sparrow. let me push . and then you '11 follow grandma! want you us.] Trooper {still on the other side of the bridge. I hope. [Rott.

. [^Runs toward the bridge. . Young trees we'll bend all right. come here. Dirty Trooper. drives him back). . There! Have you got me ? . You and your mother will have to stay here with Young — our brood hen. Cock-Sparrow {who had been standing and as if turned and tears hi7nself into stone. . Sitting there astride he mockingly puts his right thumb to his nose waving his fingers in derision at the Trooper). Your father will arrange matters. . Wait. Rott {angrily. Is your hot temper riding you again? Cock-Sparrow {ivith rising temper). you won't bend me! Trooper {furiously). Bloodhound. . . Cock-Sparrow away with her. attention! Soldier {ivith drawn sword keeps Cock-Sparrow from passing. . . Come.'] Trooper {calling to the Soldier who is standing on the other side of the bridge).FAITH AND FIRESIDE Trooper. to Cock-Sparrow). Turn back! Rott. losing his temper completely). to . Mother a new nest for you. I shan't stay here. you pole cat! [Runs toward the bridge. all of you Trooper {speaking in the direction of the boy). You cannot budge me. Cock-Sparrow {remains on the bridge). wild times. stiff free). we two '11 follow your father. 475 from everlasting souls we'll yet save [Cock-Sparrow as if turned to stone.] as lightning has jumped on the railCock-Sparrow {quick ! ing. will be building Rott. While I in the meanwhile . And when you are grown up. Cock-Sparrow. I'll run away. boy.. and urgently). Mrs. . my little chick anxiously I'll keep you warm nor let evil come near you in these {trying pull .. . suddenly explodes wildly. Cock-Sparrow {on the bridge. Rott. . I've never hid behind a woman's skirt! Mrs. .] perdition! RoTT.

No one damns us poor varmint.] him. Help! [Runs his Trooper quickly unbuckles off to the left.ver. [Soldier leaves in the direction of the bridge. till we We we will own a it.] Soldier {on the bridge. shall drudge and toil.Wolf and Roving-Molly {passing from the right toward the bridge. Without any sacrament. and mingle. weeny-teeny house. furiously). In the mill stream! Mother {with the rosary). [Leaves. Rott {in loud agony).] Trooper {leaning far over the railing of the bridge. dare to follow! wild and Oh you! Don't you Trooper {on the point of jumping in the stream. singing together. . Art still carrying alone f Christopheros Mother {who has entwined her fingers in the rosary). . Little Ro. Stay away from church. and a weeny-teeny garden about for our young one to careen in. help. ready to give off his coat.) cate to There's your chapel. toward the mill. What are you Off with you to the others. Holy Mother! Mrs. .476 THE GERMAN CLASSICS [When the Trooper steps onto the bridge to catch he slips from the railing into the mill stream. listen! In the distant land succeed. . Tinker. We . Trooper {rushing up mouthing here! to him. I'll dedi- you six candles. eagerly looking down toward the The current is driving him left. anxiously looking toward the left). to the Trooper).] Rott {who has equally quickly thrown threatening to the Trooper). They are barefooted and are walking arm-in-arm. Wolf. Oh {Limpholy patron against danger from water. and 'Twould be a pity. stops). if that wild cat . . Mrs. There's race in that brood. help! ! ing off to the right. half under their breath) : are Lutheran and single. Rott. sword which he throws down.

The big mill wheel hit him over the head. {Shakes him 7nore violently than before. his dead boy in his arms. Rott {drives the Trooper away. 477 {sauntering arm-in-arm toward We No happy as the day is long. and mingle Without any sacrament. and disappear across the bridge. . Rott. . Damned fist of a peasant. {Shakes him row. ^ iron grasp of his opponent) . Rott. my little bull! {Rushes onto the Trooper overcome by his thirst for revenge. tenderly puts him doivn. eagerly watching. whom he shakes. suddenly runs toward the house. then roaring in a wild agony of grief. Rott {holding the Trooper by the throat). tries in vain to escape from the ! my ! .) Cock-Sparrow! My Cock- Mrs. Is he alive? . [They pass the Trooper. Trembling but Sparrow.] Mrs. Mrs. ivho does not notice them. He does not move. . who has been leaning over the railing. dear little hot-head! ever more vigorously. Peasant and {Bears him down.) Cock-SparDo move.) Trooper! Trooper {on the ground. just once. c^uiet. Rott enters at the same time from the left. Mrs. wild and threatening like a cornered beast). Rott. and are Lutheran and single humming) : Stay away from church.) My Cock-Sparrow. Rott rushes in without a word and syiatches a pillow from the cart. .l Trooper. ! little hot-head. Rott has put the pillow under Cock-Sparrow's head. one damns us poor varment.) Now we two '11 grow together Peasant and Trooper [Wild wrestling ensues. .FAITH AND FIEESIDE Wolf and Roving-Molly the bridge.) Come now. Oh you! Don't you dare to come too near! {Working about the boy. Tear out his heart and wipe his mouth with it. very expectantly.) He is gone {Pause. Trooper. you little romp! {Ceases his useless ivork. and looks toward the left.

) Trooper.) With the axe I'll kill him. Not so! Christ's command says naught of blood. Rott does as he requests. Rott {handing Rott the axe). shouts vindictively.] Hit him! Rott {kneeling on the Trooper and suddenly coming to his senses. Rott. now you're mine! Mrs. Help me.) going with us after all. Rott is astonished. tearing the axe from the cherry-tree. He won't have to lie cart. [Mrs. Rott. [Mrs. Rott {who has picked up the Trooper's sword unsheathes it and hands it to Rott). Rott (does not take the sword). for a moment. Trooper rises to his knee. The sword is no weapon for a peasant. tries once to rise with a sudden effort).THE GERMAN CLASSICS RoTT Peasants have gripping (breathing vengeance). Give me the axe. die! Trooper {gurgling). pointing to the sticks smeared with bird lime. [They car efidly pick up the boy and place him in the Father '11 have compaijy. snatches up his sword and is.] . Bloodhound.) Put the sticks to the in the cart by his side. Here [When he does not at once take it. {In beastly thirst of blood. shakes his head. where Rott had put it. Devil and Death Rott {holding him firmly by the throat). on the point of rushing upon Rott. The axe drops from her hand. Cock-Sparrow. then quickly jumps up. alone {To Mrs. resting on his sword.'] Trooper {on whose breast Rott is kneeling. then I'll die thy faithful ! knight. he stops. watchful. There. Holy Virgin. you are {To his wife.478 . [Mrs. God's martyr.] in a strange country. Slowly he releases the Trooper ! and rises). kill him like a beast. and is kneeling on his breast. Mrs.] Then Rott {speaking dead boy). haven't they? (Has completely subdued him claws.

is groping for Rott's hand. ping ! weighed down. As long as my inside {pointing to his heart) is [Stepclean. still had something hard to say to him. But now. Rott {ivhen she sees Rott hesitate). hut every time it is convulsively shut again into a fist. extends to him his hand. . and giving leans his sword against the a furious kick hreaks it. Therefore I will do according to God's word. Trooper looks after Rott until he has disappeared. Rott {carefully covers the hoy and then. Rott {glancing up at Rott in great astonishment). He is no longer to the cart ready to start. and am it. .) take it. which says: {Grinding his teeth. Breathing deeply. and looking at the Trooper. searching for . tremendously hard. let's be gone. . [Tries to stretch out his hand to the Trooper. RoTT {stands as if engaged in a hard struggle with himGives a slanting look at the Trooper. His fists are tightly closed. 479 ^' catch any more birds That we may have with us on the trip something that can He won't " — — .] Wife. Christopher.) Forgive your enemy. Mrs.FAITH AND FIRESIDE RoTT. no Trooper can break me or bend me. tremendously hard. sing! Mrs. Mrs. Finally under the pressure of a tremendous spiritual force his fist opens. The ground is burning under my feet. urgently). Christopher. .] . to himself). as if he self. Rott Who Here is my hand. Then he it ground. wants it may [Trooper. {Squinting at the Trooper. delay? Wliy do you Rott {slowly).) It is hard. I'm following the gospel of Christ. you are truly more than human Rott. push on We are off to seek a new home [Pushing the cart ahead of him he disappears with ! ! his wife across the hridge in the direction of the highway. . hesitatingly and almost against his will. hut carries himself erect. .] — . It is hard.







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