D as raft drove away, and Michel had earlier set the wood-cutters in amazement, so now astonished the rafters. For instead of the raft - as had been believed because of the enormous beams - on the river was slow, ran it as soon as they came into the Neckar, like an arrow. Made a turn of the Neckar, and otherwise had the rafts had trouble in the middle of the raft hold and not on gravel or sand join, so now Michel jumped always in the water, pulled by a train the raft left or right so that it glided safely, and then came an even place, then he ran out onto first joint, had all its poles buried his enormous Weber tree stuck in the gravel and at a pressure the raft flew away, that seemed vorbeizujagen the land and trees and villages.
S o they were in half the time who else was needed, came to Cologne on the Rhine, where they have sold their cargo, but here Michel said: "You are my right merchants and understands your benefit! Do you think because the people of Cologne to do all this wood, which comes from the Black Forest, for themselves? No to half the value they buy it from you and sell it expensive to Holland. Let the little bar here and go with the big sell to Holland. What we solve the usual price is our own profit. "
S o they were in half the time who else was needed, came to Cologne on the Rhine, where they have sold their cargo, but here Michel said: "You are my right merchants and understands your benefit! Do you think because the people of Cologne to do all this wood, which comes from the Black Forest, for themselves? No to half the value they buy it from you and sell it expensive to Holland. Let the little bar here and go with the big sell to Holland. What we solve the usual price is our own profit. "
S o said the fraudulent Michel, and the others were content. Some, because they would be happy moving to Holland to see it, the rest of the money. Only one was honest, and advised them to suspend the property of their Lord of the danger to him or to defraud the higher price. But they did not listen to him and forgot his words, but the Dutch Michael did not forget them. They went down well with the wood of the Rhine, Michel led the raft and brought it quickly to Rotterdam. There was offered to them four times from the previous price, and especially the tremendous bar of Michel paid for with heavy money. When they saw the Black Forest so much money, they did not take himself with joy. Michel said from. A part of the wooden master, the three others among the men. And now they sat down with sailors and bad rabble in the taverns squandered, and playful their money, but the brave man, who had discouraged them, the Dutch Michael sold to a Kidnapper, and you have not heard from him. From then on, the guy in the Black Forest Holland Paradise and Dutch Michael was their king. The wooden men were told nothing of the long trade, and money came imperceptibly, curses, bad habits, drinking, and playing up from Holland.
D he was Dutch-Michel, however, when the story came out, nowhere to be found, but he's not dead. For a hundred years, he drives his ghost in the woods, and it is said that he had already been much help to be rich - at the expense of its poor soul - and everything I will not say! But this much is certain that he still in those stormy nights in the pine forest, where will not hit you, seek out the most beautiful pine trees everywhere, and my father has seen him break a four feet thick as a pipe. With this he rewarded those who turn away from the right path and go to him. At midnight they then bring the raft into the water, limbs, and he sailed with them to Holland. But I would be Lord and King in Holland, I left it with grape-shot smash into the ground, for all ships of the Dutch Michael have even a bar sink, must! Hence it is that we hear so much of shipwrecks. How else could a beautiful, powerful ship, the size of a Church to go to ground on the water? But as often Dutch Michael falls on a stormy night in the Black Forest is a pine, one of his old jumps off the rails of the ship. The water penetrates, and the ship is lost with all hands.
D a s is the legend of the Dutch Michael, and true it is all evil in the Black Forest writes of him ago. . Have - "Oh, he can make one rich," continued the old man, "but I want nothing from him I would put at any price in the skin of the thick Ezekiel and the long swallow of the dance floor king is said to have surrendered to him.! "
D a s is the legend of the Dutch Michael, and true it is all evil in the Black Forest writes of him ago. . Have - "Oh, he can make one rich," continued the old man, "but I want nothing from him I would put at any price in the skin of the thick Ezekiel and the long swallow of the dance floor king is said to have surrendered to him.! "
D storm he had set during the narrative of the old. The girls lit the lamps, so here and went away. But the men put a bag full of leaves Peter Munk as a pillow on the stove, and wished him good night.
K ohlenmunk-Peter had never had such bad dreams like that night. Soon he thought the dark, huge Dutch-Michel tear on the room full of windows and rich with its immensely long arm of a bag of gold entered the pieces that he shook with each other that it is bright and lovely sound. Soon he saw again the small, friendly Glass-man ride around on a huge green bottle in the room, and he said, to hear the raucous laughter again. Then it growled him back into the left ear:
D ann he heard the song in the right ear of Treasurer in the green pine forest, and whispered a soft voice: "Unfortunately Peter Kohl, Peter Munk can stupid, no verse to 'stand', and are still born on Sunday, clock struck twelve. Rhymes rhyme, silly rhymes Peter!"
"I n Holland's Gold,
Can's have
want if you
order. low pay.
gold, gold. "
E r moaned, he moaned in his sleep, he struggled to find a rhyme, but as he had done in his life has not had his trouble in dreams vain. When he awoke, but with the first dawn, it was his dream but strange. He sat with folded arms behind the desk and thought about the whispers that he were still in the ear, "rhymes, silly Peter Kohl, rhyme, "he said to himself and tapped with her finger to his forehead, but she thought she would come no rhyme. When he was still so there and dim, the look, and the rhyme to 'stand' just because three guys went before house by the woods, and sang one:
D as went like lightning through Peter's ear, and he quickly jumped up, rushed out of the house because he thought he had not heard aright, according to the three boys jumped and grabbed the singer hastily and rudely by the arm, "Stop, friend," he cried, "what did you want to rhyme there, I feel the love and say what you sing!"
"A m mountain I did
And looked into the valley,
I've seen they are ,
For the very last time "
"W as you go up to, boy?" said the Black Forest. "I can sing what I want and let go of my arm the same, or -"
"N say one, you should what you sing have, "cried Peter almost beside himself, and grabbed tighter. The other two, when they saw it did not hesitate long, but fell with rough hands over the poor and Peter drummed his firm, until he let go of the pain and the third exhausted in the knee went down. "Now you've got your part," she said laughing, "and remember, great fellow, that you love people, we are vulnerable, never in the street!"
" A ch, I will certainly remember me, "Peter said coal with a sigh." But since I have the beats are so good and says clearly that what singing! "
D a they laughed again, and mocked him. But had sung the song, it told him, laughing and singing and they moved on.
"A lso see," said the poor beaten by laboriously straightened. "What are - now, Glass-man do we again have a word together"
E r went into the hut, brought his hat and the long stick, took leave of the inhabitants of the hut and came his way back to the pine wood at. He walked slowly and thoughtfully on his way, because he had to invent his verse. Finally, when he was already in the area of pine wood, and the fir trees were higher and tighter, he had found his verse and his joy, made a leap into the air. Since a huge man stepped into rafts clothes, a bar, as long as a mast in his hand from behind the pines. Peter Munk fell almost to his knees as he convert those slow steps next to him saw, because he thought it was the Dutch-Michel and no other. Still silent, the terrible shape, and Peter occasionally glanced timidly at him. He was probably a head taller than the tallest man, according to Peter had seen. His face was no longer young but not old, but full of grooves and folds. He wore a doublet of canvas, and the enormous boots, pulled up on the leather trousers were well known from the legend Peter.
E r went into the hut, brought his hat and the long stick, took leave of the inhabitants of the hut and came his way back to the pine wood at. He walked slowly and thoughtfully on his way, because he had to invent his verse. Finally, when he was already in the area of pine wood, and the fir trees were higher and tighter, he had found his verse and his joy, made a leap into the air. Since a huge man stepped into rafts clothes, a bar, as long as a mast in his hand from behind the pines. Peter Munk fell almost to his knees as he convert those slow steps next to him saw, because he thought it was the Dutch-Michel and no other. Still silent, the terrible shape, and Peter occasionally glanced timidly at him. He was probably a head taller than the tallest man, according to Peter had seen. His face was no longer young but not old, but full of grooves and folds. He wore a doublet of canvas, and the enormous boots, pulled up on the leather trousers were well known from the legend Peter.
"P eter Munk, what you do in the pine forest?" asked the Forest King finally a deep, booming voice.
"G uten morning, neighbor," said Peter, when he tried to appear brave, but trembling violently, "I want to go through the pine forest back home."
"P eter Munk," replied the other, and threw a sharp, terrible look over at him, "your path does not go through this grove!"
"N un, not just as straight," said the other, "but it's warm today, I thought it would be cool here."
"L üge not, you, coal-Peter!" called Dutch-Michel in a thundering voice, "or I will beat you with the rod to the ground think I'm not begging you to see the little ones?" sat he added softly. "Go, go, that was a stupid prank, and it is good that you knew not the verse He is a miser, the little guy, and there is not much - and who he is, his life is not happy. - Peter, you're a poor and sorry for dropping me in the soul. What a cheerful, handsome lad, who could start in the world, what, and shalt burn coal! If other big ducats dollars, or shake of the hand, you can barely a few spend six! "
"W ahr's, and you have quite a miserable life!"
"N a, I should not arrive's it," said the terrible Michel, "already have many a brave fellow from the emergency help, and you were not the first. Tell me, how many hundreds of dollars you need for now ?
... continued ...
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