The Forest Farm: Tales of the Austrian TyrolRosegger, Peter
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The Forest Farm: Tales of the Austrian Tyrol
Rosegger, Peter
Domestic fiction; Historical fiction; Short stories, Austrian -- Translations into English; Tyrol (Austria) -- Fiction
It is a very wonderful story. The child, returning home, lost her way
in the forest-glen; and, as she was no longer able to cope with the
masses of snow, she crept into the dry thicket to rest. She did not
long remain alone. Hardly had her eyes begun to close, when a herd of
deer, old and young together, came up to her and sniffed at the little
girl and looked at her with gentle eyes of pity and understanding, and
were not the least afraid of this human thing, but stayed and lay down
and gnawed the little trees and licked one another and were quite tame:
the thicket was their winter home.
The next day everything was muffled up in snow. Forest-Lily sat in the
dark, which was only tempered by a faint twilight, and refreshed
herself with the milk which she was taking to her people, and nestled
up against the kind animals so as not to become quite numb with cold.
Thus passed the grim hours while she was lost. And, when
Lily-of-the-Forest had already laid her down to die and, with her
simple fancy, asked the animals to stay with her faithfully in her last
dying hour, suddenly the roe-deer began to snuffle very strangely, and
lifted their heads, and pricked up their ears, and broke through the
thicket with wild bounds, and darted away with shrill cries.
And now the men work their way through the snow and underwood and see
the little maiden and hurrah for joy; and old Rüpel, who is among them,
shouts:
"Didn't I tell you to come and look in here with me,--that perhaps she
was with the deer?"
And so it was; and when Berthold heard that the beasts of the forest
had saved his child from being frozen to death, he yelled like a
madman:
"Never again! As long as I live, never again!"
And he took the rifle with which for many years he had killed the
beasts of the forest and smashed it on a stone.
I saw it myself; for I and the parish priest were in the Karwässer to
help look for Lily-of-the-Forest.
This Lily-of-the-Forest is almost as soft and white as snow and has the
eyes of a roe-deer in her little head.
XVIII
The Sacred Cornfield
(_The translation of a chapter from "Jakob der Letzte," in which tragic
story Rosegger tells how a rich man comes to a poor upland community,
and gradually bribes and tricks all the peasants except Jacob--who
after a dignified and then desperate effort to save the place, breaks
his heart and goes mad--to part with their homes and holdings to him
for deer-forest._)
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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