Debit and Credit: Translated from the German of Gustav FreytagFreytag, Gustav
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Debit and Credit: Translated from the German of Gustav Freytag
Freytag, Gustav
German fiction -- Translations into English; Mercantile system -- Germany -- Fiction; Social classes -- Germany -- Fiction
The merchant shrugged his shoulders, and said, with calm politeness,
"You are entirely mistaken as to the object of our journey. You can not
seriously believe us to be spies, for we have just been brought to you
by one of your own people, in order that we might obtain from your
kindness a convoy to the capital. I must once more request you not to
detain us, as our business with the government is of a pressing nature,
and I shall be obliged to make you responsible for all unnecessary
delay." This address led to another volley of oaths on the part of the
man in authority, who snorted violent defiance against the travelers,
drank off a large glass of brandy, and finally came to a decision. He
called three of his men, and desired them to take their seats in the
carriage, and to convey it to the capital. A bundle of fresh straw was
thrown in, two youths with arms in their hands placed themselves behind
the travelers, while a white-frocked peasant sat on the box, took the
reins, and indifferently drove the whole cargo, suspicious characters,
patriots, and all, at a gallop toward the capital.
"Our condition has changed for the worse," said Anton. "Five men in this
little carriage, and the poor horses tired already."
"I told you," replied the merchant, "that our journey would have some
inconveniences. Men are never more troublesome than when they play at
being soldiers. In other respects, this guard over us does no harm; at
least, with such an escort, we are sure to be admitted into the city."
It was evening when they reached the capital. A red glare in the sky
showed them their goal while they were still far from it. As they
approached, they met numerous companies of armed men moving in and out.
Next came a long detention at the gates--an interchange of questions and
answers--an examination of the travelers by the aid of lanterns and pine
torches, angry looks, and even intelligible threats, and, finally, a
long drive through the streets of the old capital. Sometimes all around
them was still as death; sometimes a wild cry resounded from the crowd,
all the more alarming because the words were not understood.
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