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No wonder Findelkind of Arlberg had found his pilgrimage so fair, when if he had needed any help he had only had to kneel and clasp these firm, mailed limbs, these strong cross-hiked swords, in the name of Christ and of the poor.
He was not in any way clear as to what he would do, but he thought he would find some great thing to do somewhere, lying like a jewel in the dust; and he went on his way in faith, as Findelkind of Arlberg had done before him. His heart beat high, and his head lost its aching pains, and his feet felt light; so light as if there were wings to his ankles.
No wonder Findelkind of Arlberg had found his pilgrimage so fair, when if he had needed any help he had only had to kneel and clasp these firm, mailed limbs, these strong cross-hilted swords, in the name of Christ and of the poor.
"I want to build a monastery, like Findelkind of Arlberg, and to help the poor," said our Findelkind, valorously, though his heart was beating like that of a little mouse caught in a trap; for the horses were trampling up the dust around him, and the orderly's grip was hard. The officers laughed aloud; and indeed he looked a poor little scrap of a figure, very ill able to help even himself.
He was not in any way clear as to what he would do, but he thought he would find some great thing to do somewhere lying like a jewel in the dust; and he went on his way in faith, as Findelkind of Arlberg had done. His heart beat high, and his head lost its aching pains, and his feet felt light as light as if there were wings to his ankles.
"Where do you come from, and what do you want?" they asked; and he answered, with a sob in his voice: "I want to do like Findelkind of Arlberg." And then the crowd laughed, not knowing at all what he meant, but laughing just because they did not know: as crowds always will do.
"I want to build a monastery, like Findelkind of Arlberg, and to help the poor," said our Findelkind, valorously, though his heart was beating like that of a little mouse caught in a trap; for the horses were trampling up the dust around him, and the orderly's grip was hard. The officers laughed aloud; and indeed he looked a poor little scrap of a figure, very ill able to help even himself.
The pass of Arlberg is even still so bleak and bitter that few care to climb there; the mountains around are drear and barren, and snow lies till midsummer, and even longer sometimes.
Gothard tunnel is about one and two-third miles longer than that of Mount Cenis, and more than three miles longer than that of Arlberg. While the train is passing with a dull rumbling sound under these gloomy vaults, let us explain how the great work of boring the Alps was accomplished.
It looked to Findelkind like a group of knights those knights who had helped and defended his namesake with their steel and their gold in the old days of the Arlberg quest.
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