On recovering my senses, I hastened to quit a place where I hoped there
was nothing further to detain me. I first filled my pockets with gold,
then fastened the strings of the purse round my neck, and concealed it in
my bosom. I passed unnoticed out of the park, gained the high road, and
took the way to the town. As I was thoughtfully approaching the gate, I
heard some one behind me exclaiming, “Young man! young man! you have lost
your shadow!” I turned, and perceived an old woman calling after me.
“Thank you, my good woman,” said I; and throwing her a piece of gold for
her well-intended information, I stepped under the trees. At the gate,
again, it was my fate to hear the sentry inquiring where the gentleman
had left his shadow; and immediately I heard a couple of women
exclaiming, “Jesu Maria! the poor man has no shadow.” All this began to
depress me, and I carefully avoided walking in the sun; but this could
not everywhere be the case: for in the next broad street I had to cross,
and, unfortunately for me, at the very hour in which the boys were coming
out of school, a humpbacked lout of a fellow—I see him yet—soon made the
discovery that I was without a shadow, and communicated the news, with
loud outcries, to a knot of young urchins. The whole swarm proceeded
immediately to reconnoitre me, and to pelt me with mud. “People,” cried
they, “are generally accustomed to take their shadows with them when they
walk in the sunshine.”
In order to drive them away I threw gold by handfuls among them, and
sprang into a hackney-coach which some compassionate spectators sent to
my rescue.
As soon as I found myself alone in the rolling vehicle I began to weep
bitterly. I had by this time a misgiving that, in the same degree in
which gold in this world prevails over merit and virtue, by so much one’s
shadow excels gold; and now that I had sacrificed my conscience for
riches, and given my shadow in exchange for mere gold, what on earth
would become of me?
As the coach stopped at the door of my late inn, I felt much perplexed,
and not at all disposed to enter so wretched an abode. I called for my
things, and received them with an air of contempt, threw down a few gold
pieces, and desired to be conducted to a first-rate hotel. This house
had a northern aspect, so that I had nothing to fear from the sun. I
dismissed the coachman with gold; asked to be conducted to the best
apartment, and locked myself up in it as soon as possible.
Imagine, my friend, what I then set about? O my dear Chamisso! even to
thee I blush to mention what follows.
I drew the ill-fated purse from my bosom; and, in a sort of frenzy that
raged like a self-fed fire within me, I took out gold—gold—gold—more and
more, till I strewed it on the floor, trampled upon it, and feasting on
its very sound and brilliancy, added coins to coins, rolling and
revelling on the gorgeous bed, until I sank exhausted.
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