A Night on the Borders of the Black Forest. Edwards Amelia Ann Blanford

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СКАЧАТЬ style="font-size:15px;">      Just at this moment, a sturdy peasant came trudging up from the direction of Niedersdorf, under the shade of a huge red cotton umbrella. He had taken his coat off; probably for coolness, or it might be for economy, and was carrying it, neatly folded up, in a large, new wooden bucket. He saluted us with the usual "Guten Abend" as he approached.

      To which Bergheim laughingly replied by asking if the bucket was a love-token from his sweetheart.

      "Nein, nein," he answered stolidly; "I bought it at the Kermess1 up yonder."

      "So! there is a Kermess at Niedersdorf?"

      "Ach, Himmel! – a famous Kermess. All the world is there to-day."

      And with a nod, he passed on his way.

      My new friend indulged in a long and dismal whistle.

      "Der Teufel!" he said, "this is awkward. I'll be bound, now, there won't be a vacant room at any inn in the town. And I had intended to sleep at Niedersdorf to-night. Had you?"

      "Well, I should have been guided by circumstances. I should perhaps have put up at Niedersdorf, if I had found myself tired and the place comfortable; or I might have dined there, and after dinner taken some kind of light vehicle as far as Rotheskirche."

      "Rotheskirche!" he repeated. "Where is that?"

      "It is a village on the Neckar. My guide-book mentions it as a good starting-point for pedestrians, and I am going to walk from there to Heidelberg."

      "But have you not been coming out of your way?"

      "No; I have only taken a short cut inland, and avoided the dull part of the river. You know the Neckar, of course?"

      "Only as far as Neckargemünd; but I have heard that higher up it is almost as fine as the Rhine."

      "Hadn't you better join me?" I said, as we adjusted our knapsacks and prepared to resume our journey.

      He shook his head, smiling.

      "Nay," he replied, "my route leads me by Buchen and Darmstadt. I have no business to go round by Heidelberg."

      "It would be worth the détour."

      "Ah, yes; but it would throw me two days later."

      "Not if you made up for lost time by taking the train from Heidelberg."

      He hesitated.

      "I should like it," he said.

      "Then why not do it?"

      "Well – yes – I will do it. I will go with you. There! let us shake hands on it, and be friends."

      So we shook hands, and it was settled.

      The shadows were now beginning to lengthen; but the sun still blazed in the heavens with unabated intensity. Bergheim, however, strode on as lightly, and chatted as gaily, as if his day's work was only just beginning. Never was there so simple, so open-hearted a fellow. He wore his heart literally upon his sleeve, and, as we went along, told me all his little history; how, for instance, his elder sister, having been betrothed to his friend Fritz, had kept single ever since for his sake; how he was himself an only son, and the idol of his mother, now a widow; how he had resolved never to leave either her or his maiden sister; but intended when he married to take a larger house, and bring his wife into their common home; how Frederika's father had at first opposed their engagement for that reason; how Frederika (being, as he had already said, an angel) had won the father's consent last New Year's Day; and how happy he was now; and how happy they should be in the good time coming; together with much more to the same effect.

      To all this I listened, and smiled, and assented, putting in a word here and there, as occasion offered, and encouraging him to talk on to his heart's content.

      And now with every mile that brought us nearer to Niedersdorf, the signs of fair-time increased and multiplied. First came straggling groups of homeward-bound peasants – old men and women tottering under the burden of newly-purchased household goods; little children laden with gingerbread and toys; young men and women in their holiday-best – the latter with garlands of oak-leaves bound about their hats. Then came an open cart full of laughing girls; then more pedestrians; then an old man driving a particularly unwilling pig; then a roystering party of foot-soldiers; and so on, till not only the road, but the fields on either side and every path in sight, swarmed with a double stream of wayfarers – the one coming from the fair – the other setting towards it.

      Presently, through the clouds of dust and tobacco-smoke that fouled the air, a steeple and cottages became visible; and then, quite suddenly, we found ourselves in the midst of the fair.

      Here a compact, noisy, smoking, staring, laughing, steaming crowd circulated among the booths; some pushing one way, some another – some intent on buying – some on eating and drinking – some on love-making and dancing. In one place we came upon rows of little open stalls for the sale of every commodity under heaven. In another, we peeped into a great restaurant-booth full of country folks demolishing pyramids of German sausage and seas of Bairisch beer. Yonder, on a raised stage in front of a temporary theatre, strutted a party of strolling players in their gaudy tinsels and ballet-dresses. The noise, the smells, the elbowing, the braying of brass bands, the insufferable heat and clamour, made us glad to push our way through as fast as possible, and take refuge in the village inn. But even here we could scarcely get a moment's attention. There were parties dining and drinking in every room in the house – even in the bedrooms; while the passages, the bar, and the little gardens, front and back, were all full of soldiers, freeshooters, and farmers.

      Having with difficulty succeeded in capturing a couple of platters of bread and meat and a measure of beer, we went round to the stable-yard, which was crowded with charrettes, ein-spänner, and country carts of all kinds. The drivers of some of these were asleep in their vehicles; others were gambling for kreutzers on the ground; none were willing to put their horses to for the purpose of driving us to Rotheskirche-on-the-Neckar.

      "Ach, Herr Gott!" said one, "I brought my folks from Frühlingsfeld – near upon ten stunden – and shall have to take them back by and by. That's as much as my beasts can do in one day, and they shouldn't do more for the king!"

      "I've just refused five florins to go less than half that distance," said another.

      At length one fellow, being somewhat less impracticable than the rest, consented to drive us as far as a certain point where four roads met, on condition that we shared his vehicle with two other travellers, and that the two other travellers consented to let us do so.

      "And even so," he added, "I shall have to take them two miles out of their way – but, perhaps, being fair-time, they won't mind that."

      As it happened, they were not in a condition to mind that or anything very much, being a couple of freeshooters from the Black Forest, wild with fun and frolic, and somewhat the worse for many potations of Lager-bier. One of them, it seemed, had won a prize at some shooting-match that same morning, and they had been celebrating this triumph all day. Having kept us waiting, with the horses in, for at least three-quarters of an hour, they came, escorted by a troop of their comrades, all laughing, talking, and wound up to the highest pitch of excitement. Then followed a scene of last health-drinkings, last hand-shakings, last embracements. Finally, we drove off just as it was getting dusk, followed by many huzzahs, and much waving of grey and green caps.

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