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

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СКАЧАТЬ style="font-size:15px;">      The house-door opened straight upon a large, low, raftered kitchen, with a cavernous fire-place at the further end, flanked on each side by a high-backed settle. The settles, the long table in the middle of the room, the stools and chairs ranged round the walls, the heavy beams overhead, from which hung strings of dried herbs, ropes of onions, hams, and the like, were all of old, dark oak. The ceiling was black with the smoke of at least a century. An oak dresser laden with rough blue and grey ware and rows of metal-lidded drinking mugs; an old blunderbuss and a horn-handled riding-whip over the chimney-piece; a couple of hatchets, a spade, and a fishing-rod behind the door; and a Swiss clock in the corner, completed the furniture of the room. A couple of half-charred logs smouldered on the hearth. An oil-lamp flared upon the middle of the table, at one corner of which sat two men with a stone jug and a couple of beer-mugs between them, playing at cards, and a third man looking on. The third man rose as we entered, and came forward. He was so like the one who had come out to meet us, that I saw at once they must be brothers.

      "Two travellers," said our conductor, setting down his lanthorn, and shutting the door behind us.

      The players laid down their greasy cards to stare at us. The second brother, a trifle more civil than the first, asked if we wished for anything before going to bed.

      Bergheim unslung his wallet, flung himself wearily into a corner of the settle, and said: —

      "Heavens and earth! yes. We are almost starving. We have been on the road all day, and have had no regular dinner. Is this a farmhouse or an inn?"

      "Both."

      "What have you in the house?"

      "Ham – eggs – voorst – cheese – wine – beer – coffee."

      "Then bring us the best you have, and plenty of it, and as fast as you can. We'll begin on the voorst and a bottle of your best wine, while the ham and eggs are frying; and we'll have the coffee to finish."

      The man nodded; went to a door at the other end of the room – repeated the order to some one out of sight; and came back again, his hands in his pockets. The first brother, meanwhile, was lounging against the table, looking on at the players.

      "It's a long game," he said.

      "Ay – but it's just ended," replied one of the men, putting down his card with an air of triumph.

      His adversary pondered, threw down his hand, and, with a round oath, owned himself beaten.

      Then they divided the remaining contents of the stone jug, drained their mugs, and rose to go. The loser pulled out a handful of small coin, and paid the reckoning for both.

      "We've sat late," said he, with a glance at the clock. "Good night, Karl – good night, Friedrich."

      The first brother, whom I judged to be Karl, nodded sulkily. The second muttered a gruff sort of good night. The countrymen lit their pipes, took another long stare at Bergheim and myself, touched their hats, and went away.

      The first brother, Karl, who was evidently the master, went out with them, shutting the door with a tremendous bang. The younger, Friedrich, cleared the board, opened a cupboard under the dresser, brought out a loaf of black bread, a lump of voorst, and part of a goat's milk cheese, and then went to fetch the wine. Meanwhile we each drew a chair to the table, and fell to vigorously. When Friedrich returned with the wine, a pleasant smell of broiling ham came in with him through the door.

      "You are hungry," he said, looking down at us from under his black brows.

      "Ay, and thirsty," replied Gustav, reaching out his hand for the bottle. "Is your wine good?"

      The man shrugged his shoulders.

      "Drink and judge for yourself," he answered. "It's the best we have."

      "Then drink with us," said my companion, good-humouredly, filling a glass and pushing it towards him across the table.

      But he shook his head with an ungracious "Nein, nein," and again left the room. The next moment we heard his heavy footfall going to and fro overhead.

      "He is preparing our beds," I said. "Are there no women, I wonder, about the place?"

      "Well, yes – this looks like one," laughed Bergheim, as the door leading to the inner kitchen again opened, and a big stolid-looking peasant girl came in with a smoking dish of ham and eggs, which she set down before us on the table. "Stop! stop!" he exclaimed, as she turned away. "Don't be in such a hurry, my girl. What is your name?"

      She stopped with a bewildered look, but said nothing. Bergheim repeated the question.

      "My – my name?" she stammered. "Annchen."

      "Good. Then, Annchen" (filling a bumper and draining it at a draught), "I drink to thy health. Wilt thou drink to mine?" And he pointed to the glass poured out for the landlord's brother.

      But she only looked at him in the same scared, stupid way, and kept edging away towards the door.

      "Let her go," I said. "She is evidently half an idiot."

      "She's no idiot to refuse that wine," replied Bergheim, as the door closed after her. "It's the most abominable mixture I ever put inside my lips. Have you tasted it?"

      I had not tasted it as yet, and now I would not; so, the elder brother coming back just at that moment, we called for beer.

      "Don't you like the wine?" he said, scowling.

      "No," replied Bergheim. "Do you? If so you're welcome to the rest of it."

      The landlord took up the bottle and held it between his eyes and the lamp.

      "Bad as it is," he said, "you've drunk half of it."

      "Not I – only one glass, thanks be to Bacchus! There stands the other. Let us have a Schoppen of your best beer – and I hope it will be better than your best wine."

      The landlord looked from Bergheim to the glass – from the glass to the bottle. He seemed to be measuring with his eye how much had really been drunk. Then he went to the inner door; called to Friedrich to bring a Schoppen of the Bairisch, and went away, shutting the door after him. From the sound of his footsteps, it seemed to us as if he also was gone upstairs, but into some more distant part of the house. Presently the younger brother reappeared with the beer, placed it before us in silence, and went away as before.

      "The most forbidding, disagreeable, uncivil pair I ever saw in my life!" said I.

      "They're not fascinating, I admit," said Bergheim, leaning back in his chair with the air of a man whose appetite is somewhat appeased. "I don't know which is the worst – their wine or their manners."

      And then he yawned tremendously, and pushed out his plate, which I heaped afresh with ham and eggs. When he had swallowed a few mouthfuls, he leaned his head upon his hand, and declared he was too tired to eat more.

      "And yet," he added, "I am still hungry."

      "Nonsense!" I said; "eat enough now you are about it. How is the beer?"

      He took a pull at the Schoppen.

      "Capital," he said. "Now I can go on again."

      The next instant he was nodding over his plate.

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