From the Heart of Israel: Jewish Tales and TypesDrachman, Bernard
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From the Heart of Israel: Jewish Tales and Types
Drachman, Bernard
Jewish folk literature; Jewish legends; Jews -- Folklore; Jews -- Social life and customs; Tales -- Israel
When the gendarme entered the court-room, he at first hesitated for a
moment, being undecided as to whether he had the right to appear at once
before the judges or not; but the supreme judge, who knew Shoteh Meyer
perfectly well (as did also the assessors), and was himself consumed by
curiosity concerning the meaning of this extraordinary arrest, at once
signalled him to advance, which he immediately did. No sooner had the
gendarme brought his prisoner before the bar than the latter made a deep
bow to the court; and, smiling affably at the judges, said in a voice
audible all over the room: “Good morning, _Herr Gerichtshof_! Good
morning, my _Herren Assessoren_! How are you all feeling to-day? I trust
you all slept well last night!” This, in a court-room, extremely unusual
salutation was accompanied by an extraordinary smirk and a comical
flourish of the arms, and was greeted by an outburst of hearty laughter
on the part of the audience; in which the judges joined, a proceeding
extremely disconcerting to the gendarme, who detected in it a note of
friendliness to the prisoner, which he could not understand, but which
boded ill for the success of his charge.
The gendarme was then ordered to tell his story, and gave the facts with
which we are already familiar, laying particular stress on his suspicion
that the prisoner was guilty of other grave crimes, based on the
desperate manner in which he had endeavored to avoid arrest. This story
was listened to with evident amusement, which added greatly to the
embarrassment of the valiant captor, who began to feel very cheap,
though he knew not why.
Meyer was then called upon for his side of the case. “Why, most honored
judge and assessors,” said Meyer, with a most engaging smile and
ingenuous air, “I do not know why I have been arrested, or why the Herr
Gendarme is so angry with me. I am only a poor, humble man, and I have
never done any one any harm in all my life. I was resting a little in
Farmer Dietrich’s field this morning, and afterward I took a little
lively run to Mellrichstadt and I saw the Herr Gendarme a few times on
the way. Hardly had I reached Mellrichstadt when he fell roughly upon me
and dragged me here, and that is all I know.”
“But why were you in Farmer Dietrich’s field?” asked the supreme judge,
trying to assume a severe air. “Do you not know that is against the law,
and that you make yourself thereby liable to severe punishment?” “That
may be, your honor,” answered Meyer; “but I did not think I was doing
any wrong. All the people hereabouts are very kind to me, and willingly
permit me in their fields; and I thought it would be the same this time
as always.”
“But why did you run all the long way from Nordheim to Mellrichstadt,
and in this hot weather, too?” asked the judge, suppressing by a great
effort his amusement.
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