The Hero of Esthonia and Other Studies in the Romantic Literature of That CountryKirby, W. F. (William Forsell)
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The Hero of Esthonia and Other Studies in the Romantic Literature of That Country
Kirby, W. F. (William Forsell)
Estonian literature; Estonian literature -- History and criticism
They were in utter darkness, but it seemed to the prince that
the path led them deeper and deeper into the earth. After some
time a glimmer of light again grew visible, but the light did
not resemble that of either the sun or moon. The prince looked
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up in some alarm, but could see neither sun nor sky; only a
mass of shining clouds floated over him, which seemed to
canopy this new world, in which everything had a strange
appearance. Land and water, trees and plants, animals and
birds, all had a different aspect from what he had seen
before. But what seemed strangest to him was the wonderful
silence around, for there was not a voice or a rustle to be
heard anywhere. All was as still as in the grave, and even the
prince's own footsteps made no sound. Here and there a bird
might be seen sitting on a bough with stretched-out neck and
swelled throat, as if singing, but no sound was audible. The
dogs opened their mouths to bark, and the bulls raised their
heads to bellow, but neither bark nor bellow could be heard.
The water flowed over the gravel without gushing, the wind
waved the tops of the trees without rustling, and flies and
beetles flew about without buzzing. The Old Boy did not speak
a word, and when his companion tried to speak he felt his
voice die away in his throat.
Nobody knows how long they travelled through this unearthly
silent country. Terror seized on the heart of the prince, his
hair stood on end
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like bristles, and he shivered with fear, when at length, to
his great joy, the first sound fell on his straining ears, and
seemed to make a real country of this shadowy land. It seemed
to him that a great herd of horses was toiling through swampy
ground. At last the old man opened his mouth, and said,
licking his lips, "The soup kettle's boiling, and they are
expecting us at home." They went on some distance farther,
when the prince thought he heard the sound of a sawmill, in
which at least two dozen saws seemed to be at work, but the
host said, "My old grandmother is already fast asleep and
snoring."
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