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
"When the light came upon my face, I awoke. Before me was a steep rock;
I clomb up, in the hope of discovering some outlet from the waste,
perhaps of seeing houses or men. But when I reached the top, there was
nothing still, so far as my eye could reach, but a wilderness of crags
and precipices; all was covered with a dim haze; the day was gray and
troubled, and no tree, no meadow, not even a bush could I find, only a
few shrubs shooting up stunted and solitary in the narrow clefts of the
rocks. I cannot utter what a longing I felt but to see one human
creature, any living mortal, even though I had been afraid of hurt from
him. At the same time I was tortured by a gnawing hunger; I sat down,
and made up my mind to die. After a while, however, the desire of living
gained the mastery; I roused myself, and wandered forward amid tears and
broken sobs all day; in the end, I hardly knew what I was doing; I was
tired and spent; I scarcely wished to live, and yet I feared to die.
"Towards night the country seemed to grow a little kindlier; my
thoughts, my desires revived, the wish for life awoke in all my veins. I
thought I heard the rushing of a mill afar off; I redoubled my steps;
and how glad, how light of heart was I, when at last I actually gained
the limits of the barren rocks, and saw woods and meadows lying before
me, with soft green hills in the distance! I felt as if I had stept out
of hell into a paradise; my loneliness and helplessness no longer
frightened me.
"Instead of the hoped-for mill, I came upon a waterfall, which, in
truth, considerably damped my joy. I was lifting a drink from it in the
hollow of my hand, when all at once I thought I heard a slight cough
some little way from me. Never in my life was I so joyfully surprised as
at this moment: I went near, and at the border of the wood I saw an old
woman sitting resting on the ground. She was dressed almost wholly in
black; a black hood covered her head, and the greater part of her face;
in her hand she held a crutch.
"I came up to her, and begged for help; she made me sit by her, and gave
me bread, and a little wine. While I ate, she sang in a screeching tone
some kind of spiritual song. When she had done, she told me I might
follow her.
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