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Something was now coming along the road with a great cackling and with a cloud of dust flying before it. It was a flock of geese returning from the pasture on the Holderwasen. Amrei abstractedly imitated their cackling for a long time. Then her eyes closed and she fell asleep. An entire spring-array of blossoms had burst forth in this young soul.
And now, as he walked along, his shoulders seemed to Amrei to be shaking up and down; he was evidently laughing. Amrei looked at her companion's face and saw the roguery in it. Suddenly she recognized in the withered features the face of the man to whom she had given a jug of water, years ago, on the Holderwasen. Snapping her fingers softly, she said to herself: "Stop! Now I know!"
"And here," continued Amrei, holding out to him the groschen in its paper cover; "here's the piece of money you gave me when I was keeping geese on the Holderwasen, and gave you a drink from my jug." "Yes, yes, that's all right! But what does it all mean? What you've had given you, you may keep," said the Farmer. Amrei stood up and said: "I have one thing to ask you.
The goosekeeper's place is vacant, and I advise you to take it." It was soon done. That very noon Amrei drove the geese out to the Holderwasen, as the pasture on the little hill by the King's Well was called. Damie loyally helped his sister in doing it.
Don't forget my leather breeches!" he cried at the top of his voice, although the carriage had already disappeared in the valley, and was presently seen creeping up the little hill by the Holderwasen. The children returned quietly to the village. Who knows in what way this incident may take root in the inmost being, and what may sprout from it?
I haven't a groschen of money oh, yes, the groschen you gave me on the Holderwasen I still have for nobody would take it for a groschen," she added, turning to the Farmer, who could not repress a smile. "I have nothing of my own, nay, worse than that I have a brother who is strong and healthy, but for whom I have to provide.
Through the centre of the Holderwasen ran a road to Endringen, and not far from it stood the many-colored boundary-stakes with the coats-of-arms of the two sovereign princes whose dominions came together here. In rustic vehicles of all kinds the peasants used to drive past, and men, women, and children kept passing to and fro with hoe, scythe, and sickle.
Only when she passed the house that had been her parents' did she venture to look up; Black Marianne waved her hand from the window, the red cock crowed on the wood-pile, and the old tree seemed to nod and wish her good luck. Now they drove through the valley where Manz was breaking stones, and now over the Holderwasen where an old woman was keeping the geese. Barefoot gave her a friendly nod.
"I don't know any Farmer Landfried." "He was with you at the Holderwasen today, and gave you something." "I did not know who he was and here's his money still." "I've nothing to do with that. Now, say frankly and honestly, you tiresome child, did I persuade you to be a goose-keeper? If you don't give it up this very day, I'm no guardian of yours. I won't have such things said of me!"
They can swim, and run, and fly, but they are not really at home either in the water, or on land, or in the air. That's what makes them stupid." "I still maintain," replied Marianne, "that there's the making of an old hermit in you." The Holderwasen was not one of those lonely, sequestered spots which the world of fiction seems to select for its gleaming, glittering legends.
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