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
Mary forbade her to speak of this; and now the ferryman came across the
river, and told them new wonders. As it was growing dark, a stranger man
of large size had come to him, and hired his boat till sunrise; and with
this condition, that the boatman should remain quiet in his house, at
least should not cross the threshold of his door. "I was frightened,"
continued the old man, "and the strange bargain would not let me sleep.
I slipped softly to the window, and looked towards the river. Great
clouds were driving restlessly through the sky, and the distant woods
were rustling fearfully; it was as if my cottage shook, and moans and
lamentations glided round it. On a sudden, I perceived a white streaming
light, that grew broader and broader, like many thousands of falling
stars; sparkling and waving, it proceeded forward from the dark
Fir-ground, moved over the fields, and spread itself along towards the
river. Then I heard a trampling, a jingling, a bustling, and rushing,
nearer and nearer; it went forwards to my boat, and all stept into it,
men and women, as it seemed, and children; and the tall stranger ferried
them over. In the river were by the boat swimming many thousands of
glittering forms; in the air white clouds and lights were wavering; and
all lamented and bewailed that they must travel forth so far, far away,
and leave their beloved dwelling. The noise of the rudder and the water
creaked and gurgled between whiles, and then suddenly there would be
silence. Many a time the boat landed, and went back, and was again
laden; many heavy casks, too, they took along with them, which
multitudes of horrid-looking little fellows carried and rolled; whether
they were devils or goblins, Heaven only knows. Then came, in waving
brightness, a stately freight; it seemed an old man, mounted on a small
white horse, and all were crowding round him. I saw nothing of the horse
but its head; for the rest of it was covered with costly glittering
cloths and trappings: on his brow the old man had a crown, so bright
that, as he came across, I thought the sun was rising there, and the
redness of the dawn glimmering in my eyes. Thus it went on all night; I
at last fell asleep in the tumult, half in joy, half in terror. In the
morning all was still; but the river is, as it were, run off, and I know
not how I am to steer my boat in it now."
The same year there came a blight; the woods died away, the springs ran
dry; and the scene, which had once been the joy of every traveller, was
in autumn standing waste, naked and bald; scarcely showing here and
there, in the sea of sand, a spot or two where grass, with a dingy
greenness, still grew up. The fruit-trees all withered, the vines faded
away, and the aspect of the place became so melancholy, that the Count,
with his people, next year left the castle, which in time decayed and
fell to ruins.
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