The Oak Shade, or, Records of a Village Literary Association
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The Oak Shade, or, Records of a Village Literary Association
American literature -- 19th century
concerned; but the majority agreed in the opinion that no harm had been
intended to the young man, otherwise the spectre would not have waited
until daylight to be deprived of its prey: others expressed their
conviction that it simply designed to relieve itself of some serious
trouble, whilst there was still a third class who pronounced the matter
all a foolish tale, which owed its origin to too much Rhienish wine and
the cold winds of October.
Whilst Hans was reflecting upon these marvelous stories of his youthful
wonder, and thus endeavoring to assist his mind in determining the
character of his late visitor, he gave evident signs of being engaged
in a new employment. Although he had heard many strange things in his
time, and often threw up his hands towards the skies, opened his mouth
as wide as nature permitted, and exclaimed “mein Gott!” in surprise, he
certainly had never before been called upon to decide whether any of
his visions had been a ghost or a spirit, a witch or the devil himself.
In this troublesome dilemma he resolved to consult his old housekeeper,
whom he had brought with him from Germany, and whose greater age and
experience, he hoped, might be capable of relieving him from his
perplexity. This indispensable article of his household seemed to have
descended to him with his father’s estate, and presented an appearance
even more than ridiculously Dutch; but Hans had been taught to regard
her as a pattern of good taste, and as she had always manifested the
strongest devotion to his interests, he never doubted her superior
excellence. To give a faint description of her would be no trifling
labor, for she had apparently been worked together by nature without
reference to form or proportion; and whenever seen, was invariably
covered with a superfluous amount of greasy calico, which seemed to
have no other support but a twisted chord that encircled her extensive
waist. Her head was remarkable for nothing but a large quantity of
light flaxen hair, to which the sun had failed to give a ruddier tinge,
although, as since her twentieth year she had scarcely ever worn a
covering, it had shone upon her pate fairly and with full effect for
more than thirty summers. Increasing age, though it had robbed her of
her teeth, put wrinkles in her face, and somewhat loosened her joints,
seemed to be equally powerless to make the least visible impression
upon it. The singular conduct of the stranger, who had been observed
but casually by the old woman as he had entered, was fully considered
and commented upon by her and Hans. Though she sympathized with him
as much as her nature permitted, and gave ample evidence of her desire
to render him all possible assistance, she could offer no suggestions
which tended in the least to solve the mystery. Her many exclamations,
however, if useless in the explication of a mysterious and difficult
problem, brought some relief; and thus consoled, he reluctantly
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