Grandfathers -- Fiction; Mountain life -- Switzerland -- Fiction; Orphans -- Fiction; Switzerland -- History -- 19th century -- Fiction
Not only were the nights of this month of May so clear and bright, but
the days as well; the sun rose every morning into the cloudless sky, as
undimmed in its splendor as when it sank the evening before, and the
grandfather would look out early and exclaim with astonishment, "This
is indeed a wonderful year of sun; it will make all the shrubs and
plants grow apace; you will have to see, General, that your army does
not get out of hand from overfeeding." And Peter would swing his stick
with an air of assurance and an expression on his face as much as to
say, "I'll see to that."
So May passed, everything growing greener and greener, and then came
the month of June, with a hotter sun and long, light days, that brought
the flowers out all over the mountain, so that every spot was bright
with them and the air full of their sweet scents. This month too was
drawing to its close when one day Heidi, having finished her household
duties, ran out with the intention of paying first a visit to the fir
trees, and then going up higher to see if the bush of rock roses was
yet in bloom, for its flowers were so lovely when standing open in the
sun. But just as she was turning the corner of the hut, she gave such a
loud cry that her grandfather came running out of the shed to see what
had happened.
"Grandfather, Grandfather!" she cried, beside herself with excitement.
"Come here! look! look!"
The old man was by her side by this time and looked in the direction of
her outstretched hand.
A strange-looking procession was making its way up the mountain;
in front were two men carrying a sedan chair, in which sat a girl
well wrapped up in shawls; then followed a horse, mounted by a
stately-looking lady who was looking about her with great interest and
talking to the guide who walked beside her; then a reclining chair,
which was being pushed up by another man, it having evidently been
thought safer to send the invalid to whom it belonged up the steep path
in a sedan chair. The procession wound up with a porter, with such a
bundle of cloaks, shawls, and furs on his back that it rose well above
his head.
"Here they come! here they come!" shouted Heidi, jumping with joy. And
sure enough it was the party from Frankfurt; the figures came nearer
and nearer, and at last they had actually arrived. The men in front put
down their burden, Heidi rushed forward and the two children embraced
each other with mutual delight. Grandmamma having also reached the top,
dismounted, and gave Heidi an affectionate greeting, before turning to
the grandfather, who had meanwhile come up to welcome his guests. There
was no constraint about the meeting, for they both knew each other
perfectly well from hearsay and felt like old acquaintances.
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