The Adventures of Elizabeth in Rügen. Elizabeth von Arnim

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      Published by Good Press, 2019

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Table of Contents

       THE FIRST DAY

       FROM MILTZOW TO LAUTERBACH

       THE SECOND DAY

       LAUTERBACH AND VILM

       THE THIRD DAY

       FROM LAUTERBACH TO GÖHREN

       THE FOURTH DAY

       FROM GÖHREN TO THIESSOW

       THE FOURTH DAY— Continued

       AT THIESSOW

       THE FIFTH DAY

       FROM THIESSOW TO SELLIN

       THE FIFTH DAY— Continued

       FROM SELLIN TO BINZ

       THE SIXTH DAY

       THE JAGDSCHLOSS

       THE SIXTH DAY— Continued

       THE GRANITZ WOODS, SCHWARZER SEE, AND KIEKÖWER

       THE SEVENTH DAY

       FROM BINZ TO STUBBENKAMMER

       THE SEVENTH DAY— Continued

       AT STUBBENKAMMER

       THE EIGHTH DAY

       FROM STUBBENKAMMER TO GLOWE

       THE NINTH DAY

       FROM GLOWE TO WIEK

       THE TENTH DAY

       FROM WIEK TO HIDDENSEE

       THE ELEVENTH DAY

       FROM WIEK HOME

THE FIRST DAY

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FROM MILTZOW TO LAUTERBACH

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      Every one who has been to school and still remembers what he was taught there, knows that Rügen is the biggest island Germany possesses, and that it lies in the Baltic Sea off the coast of Pomerania.

      Round this island I wished to walk this summer, but no one would walk with me. It is the perfect way of moving if you want to see into the life of things. It is the one way of freedom. If you go to a place on anything but your own feet you are taken there too fast, and miss a thousand delicate joys that were waiting for you by the wayside. If you drive you are bound by a variety of considerations, eight of the most important being the horses' legs. If you bicycle—but who that loves to get close to nature would bicycle? And as for motors, the object of a journey like mine was not the getting to a place but the going there.

      Successively did I invite the most likely of my women friends, numbering at least a dozen, to walk with me. They one and all replied that it would make them tired and that it would be dull; and when I tried to remove the first objection by telling them how excellent it would be for the German nation, especially those portions of it that are still to come, if its women walked round Rügen more often, they stared and smiled; and when I tried to remove the second by explaining that by our own spirits are we deified, they stared and smiled more than ever.

      Walking, then, was out of the question, for I could not walk alone. The grim monster Conventionality whose iron claws are for ever on my shoulder, for ever pulling me back from the harmless and the wholesome, put a stop to that even if I had not been afraid of tramps, which I was. So I drove, and it was round Rügen that I drove because one hot afternoon when I was idling in the library, not reading but fingering the books, taking out first one and then another, dipping into them, deciding which I would read next, I came across Marianne North's Recollections of a Happy Life, and hit upon the page where she begins to talk of Rügen. Immediately interested—for is not Rügen nearer to me than any other island?—I became absorbed in her description of the bathing near a place called Putbus, of the deliciousness of it in a sandy cove where the water was always calm, and of how you СКАЧАТЬ