Among the gnomes : $b An occult tale of adventure in the UntersbergHartmann, Franz
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Among the gnomes : $b An occult tale of adventure in the Untersberg
Hartmann, Franz
Fantasy fiction; German fiction -- Translations into English
As to the Reverend Stiffbone, he seemed the reverse of Professor
Cracker. He was thin and tall, looking like a collection of bones of
some antediluvian bird. His features were sharp, his head almost bald,
and his mouth wide, while his chin and nose were long and protruding,
as if they were trying to meet each other. Upon his nose he wore a
pair of green goggles of great size, causing him to appear not unlike
an owl; but his nose and chin gave him a resemblance to one of the
well-known wooden nut-crackers, which are manufactured in the city of
Nuremberg, and are the delight of the children all over the world.
Finally, there was Moses Abraham Scalawag, Esq., the commercial
business manager of the expedition. His external appearance went to
show that he was not much of an idealist, but preferred the good and
material things of this life, and had no aversion to a certain kind
in spirits. Although he denounced the belief in hobgoblins, ghosts,
gnomes, etc., as a degraded superstition, he somehow thought that, if
the story of Burkhart von Tollenstein were true, it might be worth
the while to investigate the financial condition of the gnomes in the
Untersberg.
We were accompanied by a guide, carrying our provisions and scientific
instruments. This guide was a direct descendant of the reputed Lazarus
Gitschner, who in the year 1529 spent ten days among the gnomes in
the Untersberg. We attempted to draw him out, but the guide would
not reveal what his ancestor had seen during that visit; nor is this
surprising, for Lazarus himself never revealed it to anybody except
to the priest in the confessional. All that has become known about
it is, that he came out of the Untersberg a man entirely changed from
what he was before he went in, and the priest also, after hearing the
confession, became very much changed himself, even so that he left off
playing ninepins on Sunday morning, led a retired life, and died not
long afterwards in the odour of sanctity.
Bright was the day, and the earth looked refreshed from the morning dew
that still rested upon the daffodils and ferns, where it glittered in
the light of the sun like so many small diamonds. The air was fragrant
from the odour of pines and wild thyme, and the breeze carried up from
the valley an aroma of new-mown hay. Peacefully grazed the goats upon
the sides of a hill, from which rushed a small cataract in a thousand
cascades, while an air of tranquillity and solemnity rested upon the
scene below, interrupted only by the tolling of the bell in the distant
village church, which sounded harmoniously into the solitude.
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