Friday, December 10, 2010

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The Cold Heart - Part 2


A over he might exert his memory as he wanted to continue he could remember none more verse. He often thought that he should not ask this or that old man, how hot the little verse. But it was always a certain reluctance to betray his thoughts on starting. He also concluded that there must be the legend of the Glass-man are not well known, and the verdict would have to know a few. Because there were not many rich people in the woods, and - why did not you try his father and the other poor people their happiness? He finally brought his mother to talk to the little man, and they told him what he already knew, knew only the first lines of the saying and told him at last, only people who were born on a Sunday between elf und zwei clock, to show the Geistchen. He would probably go with it, if he only knew the charm, for he was born Sunday at twelve clock.
A ls this the Kohlenmunk-Peter heard that he was with joy and eagerness to take this adventure, quite beside himself. It seemed to him sufficiently to know a part of the verse and to be born on Sunday - and the Glass-man had to show him! When he had therefore sold his coal a day, he lit no new reactors, but moved to his father and Staatswams new red stockings, sat on the Sunday hat, took his five Fug high black thorn stick in his hand and took leave of the mother: "I have to go to office in the city because we will soon have to loose, who is a soldier, and I want to inculcate the bailiff only once more, that you are a widow and I am your only son!" The mother praised his decision, but he made his way to the pine wood. The pine forest is located at the highest level of the Black Forest, and two hours in the area at that time was not a village, not even a hut. For the superstitious people thought it was unsafe there. It also suggested - so high and splendid were the pines there - not like wood in that area. For often the wood-cutters, when they worked there, the axes of the handle and jumped in the foot down, or the trees were knocked over quickly and had pulled down the men with and damaged or even killed. Also, you could have used the finest trees from there only for firewood, as the raft men never took a strain of the pine wood under a raft because it was said that man and wood crashed when a fir tree with Buhler was in the water. Hence it was that in the pine forest the trees were so thick and so high that it in broad daylight was almost night, and Peter Munk was quite scary remendy there because he heard no voice, no impact as his, no ax. Even the birds seemed to avoid the dense fir night.
K ohlenmunk-Peter had now reached the highest point of the pine forest and a pine tree standing in front of enormous extent, had for a Dutch shipmaster on the spot where hundreds of gold coins. "Here," he thought, "will probably stay the Treasurer, moved his large Sunday hat, made a deep bow in front of the tree, cleared his throat and spoke in a trembling voice:" wishes blissful evening, Mr. Glassman " But there was no answer, and it was about as quiet as before. "Maybe I have to say the little piece," he thought, and murmured:
"S chatzhauser in the green pine forest,
many hundreds of years are old
you heard all land where pine trees are -. - -"
I ndem he spoke these words, he looked out to see his great horror a very small, odd shape behind the thick fir. It was as if he had seen the Glass-man, as it describes the black Wämschen, red stockings, the hat - it was so, even the pale, but beautiful and wise Face, of which it was said, he thought he had seen. But, alas, had looked out as fast as the Glass-man, as soon it was gone again! "Mr. Glassman, called after some hesitation, Peter Munk," be so kind and say that I am not a fool Mr. Glassman, if you think I have not seen you, your mistaken you very much, I saw you probably peeping from behind the tree! " Still no answer, but sometimes he felt a faint, hoarse chuckle to hear behind the tree. At last his impatience overcame the fear which had hitherto held him still. "Wait, you little boy!" he cried, "Do I want soon!", leaped behind the fir - But there is no Treasurer in the green pine forest, and only a small, dainty squirrel was chased up the tree.
P eter Munk shook his head. He realized that he had brought the invocation to a certain degree and that he perhaps only missing a rhyme to the song, to elicit the Glass-man. But even he thought - he thought her and found nothing. The squirrel was on the lowest branches of the fir and seemed to cheer him up or to mock. It blew her, they heard the beautiful tail, it looked at him with intelligent eyes, but finally he was afraid but almost with the animal to be alone, because soon the squirrels seemed to have a human head and wearing a three-cornered hat, sometimes it was just like any other squirrel and had only on the hind feet of red stockings and black shoes. In short, it was a funny animal, but it was breaking coal-Peter, because he said it does not go with the right things.
M it faster pace than he had come, pulled Peter off again. The darkness of the pine forest seemed to be getting darker, the trees were more dense, and it began to dawn So on that which he drove at a trot, and only when he heard barking dogs in the distance and soon between the trees, saw the smoke from a hut, he was again quiet. But as he got closer and saw the dress of the people in the hut, he found that he had just taken out of fear the opposite direction and had come to take people to the rafters of the glass. The people who lived in the hut were a lumberjack. An old man, his son, the landlord, some adult grandchildren. They took Kohlenmunk-Peter, who asked for the night, on well without asking for his name and residence, gave him to drink cider, and the evening was a great grouse, the best Black Forest Dining applied.
N fter the dinner, the hostess and her daughters sat with their Kunkeln to the great light chip, the entertained the boy with the finest pine resin, the grandfather, the guest and the landlord smoked and watched the women, the boys were but busy carving wooden spoons and forks. Outside, the storm howled in the forest and rushed into the pines, was heard here and there very violent blows, and it often seemed as if whole trees were snapped off and crashed together. The fearless boys wanted to go out into the woods and see this beautiful show, with terrible, but her grandfather stopped her with a stern word and look. "I want never guess that he goes out the door, "he called out to them." By God, who will never get again, for the Dutch Michael skin is now a new raft in the forest! "
D little he marveled at him. You might have heard of the Dutch Michael, yes, but they asked the grandfather now very nice to talk about that. Even Peter Munk, of the Dutch Michael, on the other side of the Forest had only vaguely heard speak, joined in and asked the old man, who and where he was. "He is the lord of this forest, and close after that you learn at your age have not you, you have to over there on the pine wood, or even further at home. From the Dutch Michael but I will tell you what I know and as the legend goes by him. A hundred years ago - at least it told my grandfather -. Was far and wide, no more honest people on earth than the Black Forest
J ow, since so much money in the country, are people dishonest and bad. The young men dance and yell and curse on Sunday that it is a horror. At that time it was different, and if he now looked in the window there, I'll tell it and have often said, the Dutch Michael is to blame for all this corruption. So she lived a hundred years or more a wealthy timber merchant who had many servants. He acted far down into the Rhine, and his business was blessed because he was a pious man comes one evening a man at his door, he likewise never seen before. His dress was that of the Black Forest boy, but he was a good head taller than all, and had never believed that there could be such a giant. This asked for work at the wood Lord, and the timber merchant, who saw him that he highly efficient and large loads, was offered him his wages and they took it. The Michel was a worker, as Mr Wood The summit had not had any. When tree cutting he was for three, and when six at one end dragging, he was alone the other. But when he was beaten half a year of wood, he came one evening before his master and demanded of him: "Now I have been here long enough chopped wood, and I would like to see, where to get my logs, and how would it be if you I also once on the raft reads The said Mr Wood: "I will not get in the way, Michael, if you want a little out into the world. Although the logging I need strong people like you on the raft, but it depends on skill. But be it this time! "And so it was.
D as raft, should depart with whom he had eight members, and the last were of the greatest bar room. But what happened? The night before, brought the long-Michel eight bars to the water, so thick and long as no one ever saw, and he wore every so gently on the shoulder like a rafter pole, so that it all horrified. Where he had carved it until today no one knows. Mr. Wood laughed the heart when he saw this. Because he calculated that this could cost bar. But Michel said: "So, are for me to ride on the little chips there to get away I can not do."
S a man he wanted to give you a pair of rafters boots. But he threw it aside and brought out a pair, as there was otherwise no. My grandfather assured they would have weighed a hundred pounds and had been five feet long.


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