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
Andres had already started, and Mary, turning to the right, could no
longer see him. "It is very silly," said she to herself: "I have only to
take heart, and run along the bridge, past the hut, and through the
yard, and I shall certainly be first." She was already standing by the
brook and the clump of firs. "Shall I? No; it is too frightful," said
she. A little white dog was standing on the farther side, and barking
with might and main. In her terror, Mary thought the dog some monster,
and sprang back. "Fy! fy!" said she: "the dolt is gone half way by this
time, while I stand here considering." The little dog kept barking, and,
as she looked at it more narrowly, it seemed no longer frightful, but,
on the contrary, quite pretty: it had a red collar round its neck, with
a glittering bell; and as it raised its head, and shook itself in
barking, the little bell sounded with the finest tinkle. "Well, I must
risk it!" cried she: "I will run for life; quick, quick, I am through;
certainly to Heaven, they cannot eat me up alive in half a minute!" And
with this, the gay, courageous little Mary sprang along the footbridge;
passed the dog, which ceased its barking and began to fawn on her; and
in a moment she was standing on the other bank, and the black firs all
round concealed from view her father's house, and the rest of the
landscape.
But what was her astonishment when here! The loveliest, most variegated
flower-garden, lay round her; tulips, roses and lilies were glittering
in the fairest colours; blue and gold-red butterflies were wavering in
the blossoms; cages of shining wire were hung on the espaliers, with
many-coloured birds in them, singing beautiful songs; and children, in
short white frocks, with flowing yellow hair and brilliant eyes, were
frolicking about; some playing with lambkins, some feeding the birds, or
gathering flowers, and giving them to one another; some, again, were
eating cherries, grapes and ruddy apricots. No hut was to be seen; but
instead of it, a large fair house, with a brazen door and lofty statues,
stood glancing in the middle of the space. Mary was confounded with
surprise, and knew not what to think; but, not being bashful, she went
right up to the first of the children, held out her hand, and wished the
little creature good-even.
"Art thou come to visit us, then?" said the glittering child; "I saw
thee running, playing on the other side, but thou wert frightened at our
little dog."
"So you are not gipsies and rogues," said Mary, "as Andres always told
me? He is a stupid thing, and talks of much he does not understand."
"Stay with us," said the strange little girl; "thou wilt like it well."
"But we are running a race."
"Thou wilt find thy comrade soon enough. There, take and eat."
Mary ate, and found the fruit more sweet than any she had ever tasted in
her life before; and Andres, and the race, and the prohibition of her
parents, were entirely forgotten.
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