The German Classics of the Nineteenth and Twentieth Centuries, Volume 11: Masterpieces of German Literature Translated Into English
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The German Classics of the Nineteenth and Twentieth Centuries, Volume 11: Masterpieces of German Literature Translated Into English
German literature -- 19th century -- Translations into English; German literature -- 20th century -- Translations into English
Then he suddenly thought of the fearful Norwegian sea-ghosts about whom
an old captain had once told him, who instead of a head and face had
only a tuft of sea-grass on their necks; he did not run away however,
but dug the heels of his boots deep into the clay of the dike and
gazed at the weird antics that went on before his eyes in the growing
dusk. "Are you here with us too?" he asked in a hard voice. "You shall
not drive _me_ away."
Not till the darkness had covered everything did he start for home,
walking with a stiff, slow step. But from behind him there seemed to
come the whirring of wings and resounding laughter. He did not look
round, neither did he quicken his step, and it was late when he reached
home, but he is said never to have spoken to his father or anyone else
of this experience. Only many years later, after God Almighty had laid
the burden of an half-witted child upon him, he took the girl out on
the dike with him at the same time of day and of the year and the same
thing is said to have happened again out on the shallows. But he told
her not to be afraid, those creatures were only herons and crows that
looked so big and dreadful in the fog as they caught fish in the open
cracks.
"God knows, Sir!" the schoolmaster interrupted himself; "there are all
kinds of things in the world that may confuse an honest Christian's
heart; but Hauke was neither a fool nor a dunce."
As I did not reply he was about to go on, but suddenly there was a
stir among the other guests who hitherto had listened in silence, only
filling the low room with dense tobacco smoke. First one or two, then
nearly all of them turned towards the window. Outside--we could see
through the uncurtained windows--the wind was driving the clouds, and
light and darkness were madly intermingled; but it seemed to me, too,
as if I had seen the haggard rider shoot by on his white horse.
"Wait a bit, Schoolmaster," said the dikegrave softly.
"You need not be afraid, Dikegrave," replied the little story-teller.
"I have not slandered him and have no reason to do so," and he looked
up at him with his wise little eyes.
[Illustration: DUNES ON THE NORTH SEA
JACOB ALBERTS]
"Well, well," said the other, "just let me fill your glass again."
And after that had been done and the listeners, most of them with
disconcerted faces, had turned to him again the schoolmaster continued:
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