The Old Man of the Mountain, The Lovecharm and Pietro of Abano: Tales from the German of TieckTieck, Ludwig
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The Old Man of the Mountain, The Lovecharm and Pietro of Abano: Tales from the German of Tieck
Tieck, Ludwig
German fiction -- Translations into English
The workmen were gone back to the anvil, and Edward then first
observed that Eleazar had come into the hut, and was talking to a
stranger. This was the travelling miner, the planner of the disgrace
inflicted upon old Conrad, which of all mortifications he could have
endured was the bitterest. Eleazar was scolding vehemently, and said
it was quite impious to drive an old man by such tricks into a
passion, nay to the brink of despair; for he had heard that Conrad was
running franticly about the mountains, utterly deaf to all advice and
consolation.
The stranger excused and defended himself as well as he could; and as
the sledges had now begun hammering again, while the roar of the
bellows mingled with that of the waters, the quarrel was lost sound
of, and only grew somewhat more audible, when Conrad himself in a fury
rusht howling with swollen face and red starting eyes up to the
disputants.
"My honour!" he screamed, "my honour as a noble miner! my glory and
my pride! all are gone, irrevocably and for ever! And by a pack of
base boors, by a puny, cream-faced, chicken-breasted, outlandish
starveling, have I been robbed of it. Amid all the mountains round,
and doubtless in many others likewise, there was not a miner nor a
mine-surveyor who could boast that he had never in his life been down
in the beggarly plain. I awoke in the straw, in the corn, such was the
rascals plot to ruin me. The ears were sticking in my nose and eyes
when I came to myself, the sorry, brittle, bristly stuff, that I had
never yet seen except in the pallet of my bed. Scandal and shame!
Murder and house-breaking are not so detestable! and no law against
it, no remedy, no mortal skill in the whole wide world."
The others had enough to do to tear the strong old man away from the
weakly stranger, on whom he wanted to take personal vengeance.
As Conrad could not get satisfaction in this way, he sat down on the
ground in a corner of the hut; and it being a holiday evening, the
journeymen lay down round about him, some trying to comfort him,
others jeering him. "Be pacified," said the man with one eye, "the
whole affair is mere child's play. Had the fire burnt out your eye,
had you had to endure unspeakable torments in your brain, and to toss
through sleepless feverish nights, then indeed you would have
something to complain of. But as it is, the whole matter is a sheer
trifle, and all fancy."
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