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
The President was greatly embarrassed. He had, to be sure, only this
morning renewed a very slight former personal acquaintance with General
von Werben, after the departure from Stettin; but now that he had
chatted with him the entire day and played the knight to the young lady
on countless occasions, he could not help explaining, with a twitch of
the lips which was intended to be a smile, that he wished now to share
with his companions the discomforts of the journey as he had, up to
this time, the comforts; the Prussian ministry would be able to console
itself, if worse comes to worst, for the loss of a President who, as
the father of six young hopefuls, has, besides, a succession of his
own, and accordingly neither has nor makes claims to the sympathy of
his own generation.
Notwithstanding his resignation, the heart of the worthy official was
much troubled. Secretly he cursed his own boundless folly in coming
home a day earlier, in having intrusted himself to a tug instead of
waiting for a coast steamer, due the next morning, and in inviting the
"stupid confidence" of the General and the coquettish manoeuvrings
of the young lady; and when the long-boat was really launched a few
minutes later, and in what seemed to him an incredibly short time was
filled with passengers from the foredeck, fortunately not many in
number, together with a few ladies and gentlemen from the first cabin,
and was now being propelled by the strokes of the heavy oars, and soon
afterwards with hoisted sails was hastily moving toward the shore,
he heaved a deep sigh and determined at any price--even that of the
scornful smile on the lips of the young lady--to leave the ship, too,
before nightfall.
And night came on only too quickly for the anxious man. The evening
glow on the western horizon was fading every minute, while from the
east--from the open sea--it was growing darker and darker. How long
would it be till the land, which appeared through the evening mist only
as an indistinct streak to the near-sighted man, would vanish from
his sight entirely? And yet it was certain that the waves were rising
higher every minute, and here and there white caps were appearing and
breaking with increasing force upon the unfortunate ship--something
that had not happened during the entire day! Then were heard the
horrible creaking of the rigging, the uncanny whistling of the tackle,
the nerve-racking boiling and hissing of the steam, which was escaping
almost incessantly from the overheated boiler. Finally the boiler
burst, and the torn limbs of a man, who had been just buttoning up
his overcoat, were hurled in every direction through the air. The
President grew so excited at this catastrophe that he unbuttoned his
overcoat, but buttoned it up again because the wind was blowing with
icy coldness. "It is insufferable!" he muttered.
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