Villa Eden: The Country-House on the Rhine. Auerbach Berthold

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      CHAPTER V.

      A NEW PATRON AND A NEW TUTOR

      By Roland's direction his own pony had been saddled, and also a horse for Eric. They mounted, and rode slowly through a part of the village which joined the estate. At the very end of it stood a small vine-covered house, with all the window-shutters closed. Eric asked who owned it, and why it was shut up. Roland told him that it belonged to his father, and that the architect, who built the villa, had lived there, and sometimes his father also, when he came from Switzerland or Italy during the building of the house, or the laying out of the park and garden.

      "Now for a good trot," said Eric; "take your bridle more firmly in your left hand. Now!"

      They started briskly, keeping side by side, but suddenly Eric's horse shied and began to rear. Roland uttered a cry, but Eric reassured him, saying, "I'll conquer him;" he drew his feet from the stirrups, and rode off at such a pace that the horse was soon covered with foam and quite submissive; then he rode back to Roland, who was waiting for him in anxiety.

      "Why did you throw off the stirrups?" he asked.

      "Because I didn't want to hang by them if the horse fell backwards."

      They rode on quietly near each other. Eric asked: —

      "Which do you like best, to have some fixed object for your ride, or simply to go over a certain distance, and then turn back?"

      Roland looked puzzled.

      "Didn't you understand my question?"

      "Yes, perfectly."

      "And what do you think?"

      "I like to have some object, a visit to pay, at the end of my ride."

      "I thought you would say so."

      "Only think," said Roland, "they say I must have another tutor."

      "Indeed."

      "But I won't."

      "What do you want?"

      "I want to get away from home and go to a military school! Why should Manna go to the convent? They always say that my mother can't eat unless I am with her, but she'll have to eat when I'm an officer."

      "Then you want to be an officer?"

      "Yes, what else should I be?"

      Eric was silent.

      "Are you a nobleman?" asked the boy, after a pause.

      "No."

      "Shouldn't you like to become one?"

      "We cannot make ourselves noblemen."

      The boy played with his horse's long mane; glancing back, he saw that the flag had been lowered from the tower. He pointed it out to Eric, saying haughtily that he should hoist it again. His fine, delicately cut, but pale face gained strength and color as it lost its weary look, and assumed a daring expression.

      Without noticing his domineering manner, Eric said how much he liked Roland's pride in being an American.

      "You are the first person in Germany who has commended it," cried the boy joyfully. "Herr von Pranken and Fräulein Perini are always ridiculing America; you are the only man, – but I beg your pardon, I ought not to be talking so familiarly to you."

      "Put away that notion; we want to be good friends."

      The boy held out his hand, and Eric pressed it warmly.

      "See, our horses are good friends too," said Roland. "Have you many horses at home?"

      "No, not any; I am poor."

      "Wouldn't you like to be rich?"

      "Certainly, wealth is a great power."

      Roland looked at him in surprise; none of his tutors had said that to him; they had all represented wealth as a temptation and a vanity, or had extolled it for the sake of flattering him.

      After some time, in which the boy was evidently thinking about Eric, he said, "Are you French, like your name?"

      "No, I am a German, but my ancestors were French emigrants. How old were you when you came to Europe?"

      "Four."

      "Have you any recollection of America?"

      "No, but Manna has. I can only remember a song which a negro used to hum, but I can't quite recall it, and nobody can sing it to me."

      As they rode up the mountain, the little man, whom they had seen at work in the garden, stood aside to let them pass, and greeted them respectfully. They drew up, and Roland asked Nicholas, as the dwarf was called, why he was going home so early.

      The little man replied that he was going home now at noon, and then into the wood to get some of the new earth which Herr Sonnenkamp had found. Up in the wood was a spring which contained iron, and Herr Sonnenkamp had dug down and found the earth also impregnated with iron. In this earth he had planted hydrangeas, and the flesh-colored flowers had changed to sky-blue.

      The little man could not express all his wonder at Herr Sonnenkamp, who knew everything, and how to turn everything to account; it was no wonder that he had grown so rich, while stupid men might go all over the world, where millions were to be had, without ever knowing it.

      But the little man took especial delight in telling them of a simple device of his master, who always mixed juniper leaves with the earth where he planted seeds of fruit-trees, and in that way kept away worms and mice.

      As they rode on, Eric expressed his admiration for a man, who, like a second Columbus, was still making new discoveries in a world which seemed already explored and parcelled out. His readiness to appreciate, from a single example, Herr Sonnenkamp's greatness in this direction made Roland draw himself up in his stirrups, struck with surprise as he thought of the subject. He had never before heard his father so praised.

      "Is there no one in the neighborhood whom you would like to call upon?" "No – or – yes, the major – but he is now at the castle. But up there in the village the huntsman Claus lives, he has our dogs-will you go with me to see him? I must let him know how Nora's puppies are; he was with me an hour before you came."

      Eric readily assented, and they trotted up the gentle ascent, turned into a side path, and dismounted before a small cottage. Dogs of various kinds came round them and jumped upon Roland; Puck also seemed to have friends; he played with a brown badger-dog. An old man came out of the house and touched his cap with a military salute. He wore the short, light-gray cotton jacket which is the easy and comfortable everyday dress of the country people along the Rhine, and he was smoking a clay pipe, on which a sort of Ascension of Napoleon was painted in glaring colors.

      The tone and manner with which Roland presented his new friend to the huntsman, showed that he knew how to take an imperious tone toward his inferiors.

      "Off with your cap," said he to the screamer; "only think, the captain knew by their whimper how old and of what breed Nora's puppies were, before he had seen them."

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