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 most brilliant sky again spread out over sea and marsh, and the
koog grew gay with strong cattle whose lowing from time to time
interrupted the wide stillness; high in the air the larks sang
unceasingly; one did not hear it till, for the length of a breath,
the song was silent. No bad weather disturbed the work and the sluice
already stood with its unpainted timber-structure without having needed
the protection of the temporary dike even for one night; God seemed to
favor the new work. Frau Elke's eyes also laughed to her husband when
he came riding home from the dike on his white horse; "You've grown to
be a good horse, after all," she would say and pat the animal's smooth
neck. But Hauke, when she held the child, would spring down and let the
tiny little thing dance in his arms; and when the white horse fixed its
brown eyes on the child he would say perhaps, "Come here, you shall
have the honor too!" Then he would put little Wienke--for so she had
been christened--on his saddle and lead the horse round in a circle on
the mound. Even the old ash-tree sometimes had the honor; he would seat
the child on a springy bough and let it swing. The mother stood with
laughing eyes in the door of the house, but the child did not laugh.
Its eyes, on either side of a delicate little nose, looked rather dully
out into the distance, and the tiny hands did not reach for the little
stick that her father held out to her. Hauke did not notice it and of
course he knew nothing of such little children; only Elke, when she
saw the bright-eyed girl on the arm of her work-woman whose child had
been born at the same time as hers, sometimes said sorrowfully: "My
baby isn't as far along as yours, Stina!" and the woman, shaking the
sturdy boy whom she held by the hand, with rough love, would answer:
"Oh, well, children are different; this one here stole the apples out
of the pantry before he had passed his second year!" And Elke stroked
the curly hair out of the fat little boy's eyes and then secretly
pressed her own quiet child to her heart.
By the time October was coming on the new sluices on the west side
stood firm in the main dike, which closed on both sides, and now, with
the exception of the gaps at the water-course, fell away with its
sloping profile all round towards the water sides and rose fifteen
feet above the ordinary tide. From its northwest corner there was an
unobstructed view out past Ievers Islet to the shallows; but the winds
here cut in more sharply; they blew one's hair about and anyone who
wanted to look out from here had to have his cap firmly on his head.
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