The Complete Short Works of Georg EbersEbers, Georg
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The Complete Short Works of Georg Ebers
Ebers, Georg
German fiction -- Translations into English
The heated room, filled with buzzing flies, was crowded with travellers.
The wife and daughter of a feather-curler, who were on their way with
the husband and father to the Reichstag, where many an aristocratic
gentleman would need plumes for his own head and his wife's, had just
dropped the comb with which they were arranging each other's hair. The
shoemaker and his dame from Nuremberg paused in the sensible lecture
they were alternately addressing to their apprentices. The Frankfort
messenger put down the needle with which he was mending the badgerskin
in his knapsack. The travelling musicians who, to save a few pennies,
had begun to eat bread, cheese, and radishes, instead of the warm
meals provided for the others, let their knives drop and set down the
wine-jugs. The traders, who were hotly arguing over Italian politics and
the future war with Turkey, were silent. The four monks, who had leaned
their heads against the cornice of the wide, closed fireplace and, in
spite of the flies which buzzed around them, had fallen asleep, awoke.
The vender of indulgences in the black cowl interrupted the impressive
speech which he was delivering to the people who surrounded his coffer.
This group also--soldiers, travelling artisans, peasants, and tradesfolk
with their wives, who, like most of those present, were waiting for the
vessel which was to sail down the Main early the next morning--gazed
toward the door. Only the students and Bacchantes,--[Travelling
scholars]--who were fairly hanging on the lips of a short, slender
scholar, with keen, intellectual features, noticed neither the draught
of air caused by the entrance of the distinguished arrivals and their
followers, nor the general stir aroused by their appearance, until Dr.
Eberbach, the insignificant, vivacious speaker, recognised in one of the
group the famous Nuremberg humanist, Wilibald Pirckheimer.
CHAPTER II.
At first Dietel, the old waiter, whose bullet-shaped head was covered
with thick gray hair, also failed to notice them. Without heeding their
entrance, he continued,--aided by two assistants who were scarcely
beyond boyhood,--to set the large and small pine tables which he had
placed wherever he could find room.
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