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She only called to him to stand out of her light. "You look a poor brat; have you a home?" said another woman, who sold bridles and whips and horses' bells, and the like. "Oh, yes, I have a home, by Martinswand," said Findelkind, with a sigh. The woman looked at him sharply. "Your parents have sent you on an errand here?" "No; I have run away." "Run away?
There was a little boy, a year or two ago, who lived under the shadow of Martinswand.
She only called to him to stand out of her light. "You look a poor brat; have you a home?" said another woman, who sold bridles and whips and horses' bells and the like. "Oh, yes, I have a home by Martinswand," said Findelkind, with a sigh. The woman looked at him sharply. "Your parents have sent you on an errand here?" "No; I have run away." "Run away?
One man carried a half-grown pig in a rope net attached to his stirrup: it looked tired of life. So, under the arching algaroba and monkey-pod trees that shade Nuannu Avenue, and past the royal palms that grace the yards, we rode into beautiful Honolulu. There was a little boy a year or two since who lived under the shadow of Martinswand.
"The chase you have led me! and your mother thinking you were drowned! and all the working day lost, running after old women's tales of where they had seen you! Oh, little fool, little fool! what was amiss with Martinswand, that you must leave it?" Findelkind slowly and feebly rose, and sat up on the pavement, and looked up, not at his father, but at the knight Theodoric.
He looked up at the mountain and then across the water-swept meadows to the river. He was in doubt which way to take. Then he thought that in all likelihood the lambs would have been seen if they had wandered the river way, and even little Stefan would have had too much sense to let them go there. So he crossed the road and began to climb Martinswand.
She only called to him to stand out of her light. "You look a poor brat: have you a home?" said another woman, who sold bridles and whips and horses' bells and the like. "Oh yes, I have a home by Martinswand," said Findelkind with a sigh. The woman looked at him sharply: "Your parents have sent you on an errand here?" "No, I have run away." "Run away? Oh, you bad boy!
The Martinswand is a grand mountain, being one of the spurs of the greater Sonnstein, and rises precipitously, looming, massive and lofty, like a very fortress for giants, where it stands right across that road which, if you follow it long enough, takes you through Zell to Landeck, old, picturesque, poetic Landeck, where Frederick of the Empty Pockets rhymed his sorrows in ballads to his people, and so on by Bludenz into Switzerland itself, by as noble a highway as any traveller can ever desire to traverse on a summer's day.
The moon was still high. Above, against the sky, black and awful with clouds floating over its summit, was the great Martinswand. Findelkind this time called the big dog Waldmar to him, and with the dog beside him went once more out into the cold and the gloom, whilst his father and mother, his brothers and sisters, were sleeping, and poor childless Katte alone was awake.
By and by, when he could not see Martinswand by turning his head back ever so, he came to an inn that used to be a posthouse in the old days when men traveled only by road. A woman was feeding chickens in the bright clear red of the cold daybreak. Findelkind timidly held out his hand. "For the poor!" he murmured, and doffed his cap. The old woman looked at him sharply.
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