The Marvellous History of the Shadowless Man, and The Cold HeartChamisso, Adelbert von
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The Marvellous History of the Shadowless Man, and The Cold Heart
Chamisso, Adelbert von
Conduct of life -- Fiction; Fairy tales -- Germany; Shades and shadows -- Fiction
Alone on the wild heath, I disburdened my heart of an insupportable
load, by giving free vent to my tears. But I saw no bounds, no relief,
to my surpassing wretchedness; and I drank in the fresh poison which
the mysterious stranger had poured into my wounds with a furious
avidity. As I retraced in my mind the loved image of my Minna, and
depicted her sweet countenance all pale and in tears, such as I had
beheld her in my late disgrace, the bold and sarcastic visage of Rascal
would ever and anon thrust itself between us. I hid my face, and fled
rapidly over the plains; but the horrible vision unrelentingly pursued
me, till at last I sank breathless on the ground, and bedewed it with a
fresh torrent of tears--and all this for a shadow!--a shadow which one
stroke of the pen would repurchase. I pondered on the singular
proposal, and on my hesitation to comply with it. My mind was
confused--I had lost the power of judging or comprehending. The day was
waning apace. I satisfied the cravings of hunger with a few wild
fruits, and quenched my thirst at a neighbouring stream. Night came on;
I threw myself down under a tree, and was awoke by the damp morning air
from an uneasy sleep, in which I had fancied myself struggling in the
agonies of death. Bendel had certainly lost all trace of me, and I was
glad of it. I did not wish to return among my fellow-creatures--I
shunned them as the hunted deer flies before its pursuers.
Thus I passed three melancholy days.
I found myself on the morning of the fourth on a sandy plain, basking
in the rays of the sun, and sitting on a fragment of rock; for it was
sweet to enjoy the genial warmth, of which I had so long been deprived.
Despair still preyed on my heart. Suddenly a slight sound startled me;
I looked round, prepared to fly, but saw no one. On the sunlit sand
before me flitted the shadow of a man not unlike my own; and wandering
about alone, it seemed to have lost its master. This sight powerfully
excited me.
"Shadow!" thought I, "art thou in search of thy master? in me thou
shalt find him." And I sprang forward to seize it, fancying that could
I succeed in treading so exactly in its traces as to step in its
footmarks, it would attach itself to me, and in time become accustomed
to me, and follow all my movements.
The shadow, as I moved, took to flight, and I commenced a hot chase
after the airy fugitive, solely excited by the hope of being delivered
from my present dreadful situation; the bare idea inspired me with
fresh strength and vigour.
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