Grandfathers -- Fiction; Mountain life -- Switzerland -- Fiction; Orphans -- Fiction; Switzerland -- History -- 19th century -- Fiction
Alm-Uncle had kept his word and was not spending the winter in his old
home. As soon as the first snow began to fall, he had shut up the hut
and the outside buildings and gone down to Doerfli with Heidi and the
goats. Near the church was a straggling half-ruined building, which had
once been the home of a distinguished soldier. It was rented to poor
people, who paid but a small sum, and when any part of the building
fell it was allowed to remain. As soon as the grandfather had made up
his mind to spend the winter in Doerfli, he rented the old place and
worked during the autumn to get it sound and tight. In the middle of
October he and Heidi took up their residence there.
On approaching the house from the back one came first into an open
space with a wall on either side, of which one was half in ruins. Above
this rose the arch of an old window thickly overgrown with ivy, which
spread over the remains of a domed roof that had evidently been part
of a chapel. A large hall came next, which lay open, without doors, to
the square outside. Here also walls and roof only partially remained,
and indeed what was left of the roof looked as if it might fall at
any minute had it not been for two stout pillars that supported it.
Alm-Uncle had here put up a wooden partition and covered the floor
with straw, for this was to be the goats' house. Endless passages led
from this, through the rents of which the sky as well as the fields
and the road outside could be seen at intervals; but at last one came
to a stout oak door that led into a room that still stood intact. Here
the walls and the dark wainscoting remained as good as ever, and in
the corner was an immense stove reaching nearly to the ceiling, on
the white tiles of which were painted large pictures in blue. These
represented old castles surrounded with trees, and huntsmen riding out
with their hounds; or else a quiet lake scene, with broad oak trees and
a man fishing. A seat ran all round the stove so that one could sit at
one's ease and study the pictures. These attracted Heidi's attention
at once, and she had no sooner arrived with her grandfather than she
ran and seated herself and began to examine them. But when she had
gradually worked herself round to the back, something else diverted
her attention. In the large space between the stove and the wall four
planks had been put together as if to make a large receptacle for
apples; there were no apples, however, inside, but something Heidi had
no difficulty in recognizing, for it was her very own bed, with its hay
mattress and sheets, and sack for a coverlid, just as she had it up at
the hut. Heidi clapped her hands for joy and exclaimed, "O Grandfather,
this is my room, how nice! But where are you going to sleep?"
"Your room must be near the stove or you will freeze," he replied, "but
you can come and see mine too."
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