The German Classics of the Nineteenth and Twentieth Centuries, Volume 11: Masterpieces of German Literature Translated Into English
General
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
He went; but he had not been gone long when he had forgotten all about
the repairs to the sluice. Another idea which he had half thought out
and had carried about with him for years, but which had been pushed
into the background by urgent official duties, now took possession of
him anew and more powerfully than before as if suddenly it had grown
wings.
Hardly realizing where he was going he found himself up on the seaward
dike, a good distance to the south, towards the town; the village that
lay out in this direction had long disappeared on his left; still he
went on, his gaze turned towards the water-side and fixed steadily on
the broad stretch of land in front of the dikes; anyone with him could
not have helped seeing what absorbing mental work was going on behind
those eyes. At last he stopped; there the foreland narrowed down to a
little strip along the dike. "It must be possible," he said to himself.
"Seven years in office! they shan't say again that I am dikegrave only
on my wife's account!"
Still he stood and his keen glance swept carefully over the green
foreland in all directions; then he went back to where another small
strip of green pasture-land took the place of the broad expanse lying
before him. Close to the dike however a strong sea current ran through
this expanse separating nearly the whole outland from the mainland
and making it into an island; a rough wooden bridge led across to
it so that cattle or hay and grain carts could pass over. The tide
was low and the golden September sun glistened on the bare strip of
mud, perhaps a hundred feet wide, and on the deep water-course in the
middle of it through which the sea was even now running. "That could be
dammed," said Hauke to himself after watching it for some time. Then
he looked up and, in imagination, drew a line from the dike on which
he stood, across the water-course, along the edge of the island, round
towards the south and back again in an easterly direction across the
water-course and up to the dike. And this invisible line which he now
drew was a new dike, new too in the construction of its profile which
till now had existed only in his head.
"That would give us about a thousand acres more of reclaimed land," he
said, smiling to himself; "not exactly a great stretch, but still----"
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
Reviews
Reviews
No reviews yet
Be the first to share your thoughts on this work.
Elsewhere in the archive
Join the Discussion
Join the discussion
Sign in to leave a comment or review.
Sign InorCreate an account