W it by Schwaben travels, which should never be forgotten, even a little look into the Black Forest. Not the trees because, although you can not find anywhere such vast amounts of wonderful lanky pine trees, but because of the people that are different from the other people around strange. They are larger than ordinary people, broad-shouldered, strong limbs, and it is as if the invigorating scent that flows in the morning through the pines, their youth to a freer breath, a clearer mind and a stronger, though rougher courage than would give the inhabitants of the river valleys and plains. And not only by position and stature, and by their customs and costumes but from the people, who live outside the forest, from strict. The best to dress the inhabitants of Germany's Black Forest. The men let their beards grow, as it is given on the nature of the man's chin. Their black waistcoats, their immense, enggefalteten harem pants, her red stockings and pointy hats, surrounded by a wide margin, give them a little strange, but serious, venerable. There, the people usually deal with glass making, they also manufacture watches and carry them around in half the world.
A t the other side of the forest lives a part of the same tribe, but their work has given them different customs and habits as the glass makers. They trade in their forest, cut them and trimmed their firs, inspire them with the Nagold in the Neckar and the Rhine Neckar from the top down until well into the Netherlands. And the sea one knows the Black Forest and its long rafts. They stop at every city that is the power to, and expect proud if they would buy them, beams and boards. Its strongest and largest bar but they negotiate serious money to the Dutch Mynheer who build ships from it. These people are now accustomed to a harsh nomadic life, their joy is to drive down the rivers on their wood, their suffering, on the banks migrate up again. So is her superb suit so different from that of the Glass men in the other part of the Black Forest. They wear waistcoats of dark canvas, a hand-wide green suspenders over his broad chest, breeches of black leather, peering out of their pocket a folding rule with brass like a badge of honor. But her pride and joy are her boots, probably the largest, which are on any part of the world fashion. Because they can be pulled up two spans far beyond the knee, and the rafters can use it to move around in three feet deep water without getting your feet wet.
N och recently believed the inhabitants of this forest to forest spirits, and only Recently, it has been able to deprive them of this foolish superstition. It is strange, however, that the forest spirits who live according to the legend in the Black Forest, have shared in these different costumes. Thus, we are assured that the Glass-man - a good three and a half feet high Geistchen - the show never otherwise than in a sharp hat with a large margin, with doublet and Pluderhöschen and red stockings.
D he Dutch Michael, however, who goes around on the other side of the forest is said to be a huge, broad-shouldered guy in the dress of the rafters, and several who have seen him, assure that they calves do not want to pay out of their bags, their skins it would take to his boots. "So great that an ordinary man could stand up to their necks in it," she said, and would not have exaggerated!
M forest spirits that it is once a young black forests have experienced a strange story, I want to tell. It lived in the Black Forest that is a widow, Mrs. Barbara Munk. Her husband had been a coal burner, and after his death, she held her sixteen year old boy progressively in the same business.
D he young Peter Munk, a clever Boy, had it fallen, because he had seen his father no different than the whole week to sit on the smoking pile or, black and sooty and the people an abomination, down to go to the cities and to sell its coal . But a charcoal burner has a lot of time to think about themselves and others, and when Peter Munk was sitting at his kiln, agreed about the dark trees and the deep forest silence his heart to tears and unconscious desire. It grieved him something, it annoyed him something - he does not quite know what. Finally he realized what annoyed him, it was his standard "A black, deserted coal burner," he told himself. "It's a miserable life. As seen the glass men, the watchmakers, even the musicians on Sunday evening! And when Peter Munk, washed and trimmed, in his father Ehrenwams with silver buttons and with brand new red stockings appear, and then a hergeht behind him and thinks, who is probably the slender lad? and praises for the stockings and the stately speed see if he passes and looks around, says he is certain: "Oh, it's only the Kohlenmunk-Peter"
A uch the rafters on the other side were an object of his envy. If these forest giants came over with handsome clothes and buttons, buckles and chains a half a hundredweight of silver on the body wore when she watched with her legs spread and make faces, dance, dutch alignment and how to make Mynheer from a yard long, of Cologne pipe smoking - he introduced himself as the consummate image of a happy people are such a raft. And if those lucky first drove into his pocket, arrived out handfuls of large coins, and even to Sechsbätzner dice, five guilders, ten ago - he wanted me to pass the senses, and he crept sadly to his hut. For many a holiday, he had one or the other of those wooden men see lose more than the poor Munk father earned in a year. It was principally these three men, from which he did not know what he should admire the most. One was a tall, stout man with red face and was considered the richest man in the round. They called him the thick Ezekiel. He traveled twice every year with lumber to Amsterdam and was lucky to sell it accessible to so much more expensive than others, that if he went home the other foot, could take up handsomely. The other was the longest and thinnest man in the forest, he was called the long-eaters, and this envied Munk posses remarkable for its boldness. He challenged the most respected people needed if you are still so crowded sat in the pub, as more space four of the fattest, because it was based either both elbows on the table and pulled one of his long legs on the bench, and yet no one dared to contradict him, for he had much money inhuman. The third was a handsome young man who danced the best for miles around, and so the name had dance floor king. He had been a poor man and had served in a wooden master than servant. Since he was filthy rich at once. Some said he was under an old fir a pot of found money, the others claimed that he had close to Bingen on the Rhine with the piercing rod, so that the rafters sting sometimes after the fish up fished a pile of gold pieces, and the pack to belong the great Nibelungen treasure that lies buried there. In short, he had become rich at once and was regarded by young and old as a prince.
A n these three men Kohlenmunk-Peter often thought, when he sat alone in the pine forest. Although all three had one major flaw that made them hated by the people. It was their inhuman avarice, their insensitivity and poor borrowers, as the Schwarzwäldler are a good-natured little people. But you know what goes with such things. They were hated and because of their greed, they were still standing in for her money. For who could throw coins as as if you shook the money from the pines?
"S o is no longer there," said Peter lost one day to be painful, because the day before had been a public holiday and all the people in the tavern. "If I'm not now at the green branch, I do me any harm! I wish I were regarded only as rich and as thick Ezekiel, or as bold and as huge as the long-eaters or as famous, and could the musicians dollars instead of Kreuzer throw as the dance floor king! Where only the guy has the money from? " He went through all sorts of means, how to acquire funds, but none wanted to please him. At last he remembered well the tales of people in ancient times by the Dutch Michael and by the Glass-man had become rich. As long as his father was still alive, often came to visit other poor people, and there was long and wide, speaking of rich people, and how they became rich. Because now often played the Glass-man role. Yes, if he thought about right, he could remember almost more of the little verse that you had to speak at the pine forest in the middle of the forest, if he should appear. It began:
"S chatzhauser in the green pine forest,
you ever many hundred years old
you heard all land where pine trees are - - -."
you ever many hundred years old
you heard all land where pine trees are - - -."
... Continued ...
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