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
"Having gathered strength again, she lit a candle, covered a very small
table, and brought out supper. She now looked round for me, and bade me
take a little cane-chair. I was thus sitting close fronting her, with
the light between us. She folded her bony hands, and prayed aloud, still
twisting her countenance, so that I was once more on the point of
laughing; but I took strict care that I might not make her angry.
"After supper she again prayed, then showed me a bed in a low narrow
closet; she herself slept in the room. I did not watch long, for I was
half stupefied; but in the night I now and then awoke, and heard the old
woman coughing, and between whiles talking with her dog and her bird,
which last seemed dreaming, and replied with only one or two words of
its rhyme. This, with the birches rustling before the window, and the
song of a distant nightingale, made such a wondrous combination, that I
never fairly thought I was awake, but only falling out of one dream into
another still stranger.
"The old woman awoke me in the morning, and soon after gave me work. I
was put to spin, which I now learned very easily; I had likewise to take
charge of the dog and the bird. I soon learned my business in the house:
I now felt as if it all must be so; I never once remembered that the old
woman had so many singularities, that her dwelling was mysterious, and
lay apart from all men, and that the bird must be a very strange
creature. Its beauty, indeed, always struck me, for its feathers
glittered with all possible colours; the fairest deep blue, and the most
burning red, alternated about his neck and body; and when singing, he
blew himself proudly out, so that his feathers looked still finer.
"My old mistress often went abroad, and did not come again till night;
on these occasions I went out to meet her with the dog, and she used to
call me child and daughter. In the end I grew to like her heartily; as
our mind, especially in childhood, will become accustomed and attached
to anything. In the evenings, she taught me to read; and this was
afterwards a source of boundless satisfaction to me in my solitude, for
she had several ancient-written books, that contained the strangest
stories.
"The recollection of the life I then led is still singular to me:
Visited by no human creature, secluded in the circle of so small a
family; for the dog and the bird made the same impression on me which in
other cases long-known friends produce. I am surprised that I have never
since been able to recall the dog's name, a very odd one, often as I
then pronounced it.
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