Translations from the German (Vol 3 of 3): Tales by Musæus, Tieck, RichterCarlyle, Thomas
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Translations from the German (Vol 3 of 3): Tales by Musæus, Tieck, Richter
Carlyle, Thomas
German fiction -- Translations into English
"I had reached the other side of the forest, and the sun was risen a
considerable way; I saw something dim lying before me, and a thick fog
resting over it. Ere long my path began to mount, at one time I was
climbing hills, at another winding among rocks; and I now guessed that I
must be among the neighbouring Mountains; a thought that made me shudder
in my loneliness. For, living in the plain country, I had never seen a
hill; and the very word Mountains, when I heard talk of them, had been a
sound of terror to my young ear. I had not the heart to go back, my fear
itself drove me on; often I looked round affrighted when the breezes
rustled over me among the trees, or the stroke of some distant woodman
sounded far through the still morning. And when I began to meet with
charcoal-men and miners, and heard their foreign way of speech, I had
nearly fainted for terror.
"I passed through several villages; begging now and then, for I felt
hungry and thirsty; and fashioning my answers as I best could when
questions were put to me. In this manner I had wandered on some four
days, when I came upon a little footpath, which led me farther and
farther from the highway. The rocks about me now assumed a different and
far stranger form. They were cliffs so piled on one another, that it
looked as if the first gust of wind would hurl them all this way and
that. I knew not whether to go on or stop. Till now I had slept by night
in the woods, for it was the finest season of the year, or in some
remote shepherd's hut; but here I saw no human dwelling at all, and
could not hope to find one in this wilderness; the crags grew more and
more frightful; I had many a time to glide along by the very edge of
dreadful abysses; by degrees my footpath became fainter, and at last all
traces of it vanished from beneath me. I was utterly comfortless; I wept
and screamed; and my voice came echoing back from the rocky valleys with
a sound that terrified me. The night now came on, and I sought out a
mossy nook to lie down in. I could not sleep; in the darkness I heard
the strangest noises; sometimes I took them to proceed from wild-beasts,
sometimes from wind moaning through the rocks, sometimes from unknown
birds. I prayed; and did not sleep till towards morning.
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