ASLEEP AND AWAKE AGAIN IN THE FOREST MILL.
Haespele had been sent by the anxious parents to the eminence where they
had observed a light, to see what was going on there. Martina would not
believe what Adam said:--"Who knows but they may have found our Joseph
in the mill?" and yet she wanted to go there instantly herself; but
Adam persuaded her to wait, at all events till Haespele came back.
At last he came; he ran as fast as he could to the spot where he had
left them, but they were no longer there. "Is the whole world entirely
bewitched this blessed night?" said Haespele. Adam and Martina however,
at that moment, were engaged in laying hold of the three angels. Adam
shouted to them in his powerful voice to stop, as they came near: the
angels, however, seemed to feel such desperate alarm at any of the
Roettmann family, that they fairly took to their heels.
"You will see that our Joseph is gone with the Christmas singers," said
Martina, in a hopeful tone.
Adam pursued the angels, and was lucky enough to catch hold of one by
the wing, but it came off in his hand; he followed them; and the flying
angels were not quick enough to escape a man like Adam. He clutched one
of the angels tight, and asked him about Joseph; then he brought him to
Martina, who was waiting above; but the boy was in such mortal terror,
that they could not get a word out of him; above all he refused to say
who his companions were, and when he was asked if he had not met a fine
tall boy, seven years old, in the wood, the angel first said yes, and
then no; it was impossible to make sense of what he said. In the midst
of this judicial examination, Haespele appeared: "He is there! he is
there!"
"Who is there?"
"Joseph," said Haespele, quite hoarse.
"Where? where? where?" cried Martina, rushing up to him. "Where is he?
for God's sake tell me! dead or living?"
"He is sitting in the mill below, drinking mulled wine."
"My child! my child!" cried Martina, in so shrill a tone that it
vibrated through the valley, and running down the hill, as fast ever
she could; Adam could scarcely keep up with her; she rushed up the
steps and dashed open the door, crying out, "Joseph! Joseph! where is
my Joseph?"
"You and your Joseph may go the devil," answered a voice: well did she
know it; it was the voice of the Roettmaennin. Neither fear, nor anxiety,
nor peril of death, nor intense happiness could have overcome Martina,
but this voice had such an overwhelming effect on her, that, with a
loud scream, she sank to the ground in a swoon; even Adam, who was
standing close behind her, was so terrified, that he let her fall,
without trying to support her. "Mother! mother!" said he: he could not
utter another syllable.
"Do not call her mother," said Tony; "go away, Adam; leave us; I will
raise Martina myself: but first give me that warm mulled wine, and
sprinkle some drops of snow water from your cloak on her face. So, so!
she breathes!"
"Capital!" said the old Roettmannin, with a harsh laugh, "if the whole
world go crazy, I won't. If they all fall down dead around me, like so
many cockchafers, I will still say _no_!"
Speidel-Roettmann, however, instead of replying to his wife, went up to
Martina, saying, "Come, Martina, try to be composed and to command your
feelings--there, I have lifted you up, sit down here."
"My Joseph! where is my Joseph?"
"In the warm stable below, sound asleep," said Tony; "let him sleep on
quietly, your father is with him; we laid him in warm, dry hay; and
I'll tell you what we will do--we will carry him upstairs immediately,
and lay him in my bed, in the next room. You can go down to fetch him:
Adam, you need not be afraid about your Martina; go at once, and I will
stay with her."
"And I!" said Speidel-Roettmann. Adam went down to the stable, and
carried the child upstairs to bed, but Schilder-David was sleeping so
soundly that he did not choose to wake him. The child, too, continued
fast asleep, even when he took him in his arms. The father stroked the
child's head fondly, and then his hand once more hung down by his side.
Martina was now brought gently into the room; she bent over Joseph
quietly, and listened to his breathing.
"Lie down beside the child, on my bed," said the Forest Miller's Tony
to Martina, who looked at the girl in surprise, while Tony added, "You
may be very glad that matters have taken this turn. Your Adam and I
were forced into a betrothal; he disliked it quite as much as I did,
and your Adam is good and true; he never spoke one word to me except
about you; and though we were bride and bridegroom, yet we never kissed
each other once."
"Then I will give you a kiss," said Martina, starting up and embracing
Tony.
"I wish I had my cheeks between the two," said Haespele to Adam; and
then addressing the two women, "You are both very nice girls, I must
say! Come, Tony, your best plan is to take me: will you have me? I see
you won't, but I'll give you a wedding present whoever you marry, all
the same."
"Where is my father?" interrupted Martina.
"Still sleeping in the hay."
"Good Heavens! when he awakes, and no longer finds the child by his
side, he will go out of his senses."
"Don't be uneasy, I will go to the stable and stay there with him till
he awakes," answered Tony; but Haespele detained her by asking for
something to drink, before he set out as quick as he could for the
Reitersberg, where the men were still keeping watch. Tony quickly
poured him out a glass of hot wine. The betrothal wine had been tasted
by strange guests to-day.
All was again quiet in the mill. Joseph was asleep, and Adam and
Martina watching by his bedside; Schilder-David was asleep stretched on
the hay, and Tony seated near him; and in the room above the Forest
Miller was asleep. The Roettmaennin tried to wake him, for she wanted the
help of a man, but the Forest Miller made no sound, and the Roettmaennin
cursed the "flour sack" lying there motionless, while the whole house
was in an uproar. Just as the Roettmaennin returned into the room, she
cried out "What's the matter? is the world come to an end to day?" for
the hills echoed with the report of guns, and every valley and rock
resounded with joyful cries, so that little Joseph himself was awakened
by the noise, and starting up in bed, called out "Father!"
"I am here," answered Adam.
The shots were repeated, and now the whole party drew near, amid the
sound of horns, the ringing of bells, the cracking of whips, and the
barking of dogs.
"You called on the devil to come--do you hear? he is coming. Give your
consent, while it is yet time," said Speidel-Roettmann, in the hope of
softening his wife's heart.
"If the devil comes, I shall be very happy to see him; I should rather
like to have a talk with him," answered the Roettmaennin; "you are all
fools. If you choose to truckle to others, do so; but a woman of spirit
never gives in--nor will I--never--I would rather die!"
The hobgoblin troop came nearer and nearer, and at last drew up at the
mill. They did not come in, however, for in the stable was heard a
woman's cry for help, and the wild groans and lamentations of a man's
voice. Schilder-David had woke up, and could not find the child, and
now he was rummaging among the hay seeking for him, and loudly
lamenting; refusing to listen to Tony; indeed, threatening to strangle
her on the spot if she did not instantly restore the child.
Edward hurried into the stable, and Tony ran up to him, calling out
"Help, help!" Schilder-David looked somewhat formidable by the light of
the lantern, when he turned round, after plunging into the hay, which
had adhered in quantities to his hair, covering his face and clothes.
"David, 'he is all right and safe," said the young farmer Edward, in
his pleasing voice. Schilder-David sank back into the hay.
"Who is that stranger?" said Tony to Haespele.
"The brother of our Pastorin."
"Sir--sir," began Tony, "do tell David that his grandson is in my room,
and Adam and Martina beside him. Pray say this to him, for he won't
attend to me, he won't listen to a word I tell him. For God's sake help
me; you are the brother of our Pastorin, and no doubt you are a good
man, and I thought so when I saw you once before to day. Help the old
man to rise."
Schilder-David, who was now sitting in the hay, stretched out his hand
to Tony, saying; "You are right, forgive me, and help me up." Tony and
Edward each gave him a hand, and when Schilder-David was once more on
his feet, he said, "You are two excellent people." Edward supported
David on his left arm, and offered his right hand to Tony, he scarcely
knew why,--and she gave him her hand, she scarcely knew why,--but they
clasped each other's hands close. "I think I can now quite well walk
alone," said Schilder-David, and the other two freed him from all the
hay clinging to his clothes, and went with him upstairs.
Martina gave up Joseph to his grandfather, but the meeting with her
father was cut short by their all going to the next room together,
where Haespele was heard laughing merrily. He proposed to play the part
of an evil spirit, and in that way to convert the Roettmaennin. He
thought this would be the best way to manage her.
When Joseph came into the room holding his grandfather's hand, Tony
said, "You had better not be here just now," and she took him back into
the room, on the other side of the entrance.
"This is the brother of our Pastorin," said she to the Roettmaennin, as
she was leaving the room, presenting Edward to her.
The latter now spoke in a very urgent manner to the Roettmaennin, who
gave him no answer, but fixed her bright staring eyes on him.
"It is time to go to church now," said Roettmann, and the whole of those
present left the room. As they all assembled in front of the house, a
voice was heard in the room above shouting, "Long live the Roettmaennin,
she has given her consent."
It was Haespele's voice, who ran triumphantly down stairs, all shouting
"_Vivat_!" again and again; and the horn sounded merrily, and the bells
rung, and the dogs barked. A voice screamed something vociferously from
the window, but not a word was heard.
Amid singing and sounds of horns, they all went through the wood to the
village. Tony walked beside Martina. On the top of the hill, she said,
"I must now go back; I should like to go to church with you, and to
stay with you; but, though I don't know why, I feel a kind of nervous
uneasiness, because my father never woke up during all the commotion in
the house. I have not been so dutiful as I ought, in not having gone to
see about him. Good night, Joseph," said she, shaking hands with him
kindly. "Good night to all." She passed Edward, without giving him her
hand before all the people, though they both would fain have shook
hands again. "Good night," said Edward in a whisper; and she answered,
in a low tone, "Good night." Haespele shouted a loud "_Vivat_!" in her
honour, as she left them to go to the mill, and all present joined in
it.
Adam was carrying Joseph in his arms, who was dressed in his new
clothes and his new boots; but at last the father was obliged to let
him walk along beside David, who insisted on having him. On the hill,
above the village, Haespele called out, with the last effort of his
hoarse voice, "Stop! Stop!"
Here still lay the wolf, in the field into which Adam had flung him.
Adam took the child close to the dead animal, and said, "Look; I killed
this wolf with my cudgel." No scolding, however, nor persuasions would
induce Joseph to touch the wolf; he was so frightened. "It's lucky for
you that you are now to be under the rule of a father," said Adam, "or
you would not have proved a true Roettmann." He led his son by the
righthand and dragged the wolf after him with his left; and thus they
all went along together, till they arrived at Schilder-David's house.