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Updated: May 2, 2025
Crappy Zachy, being a man of no consideration himself, was fond of speaking evil of the poor when he found himself among what he called "respectable people," and on Sunday when he came out of church, or on an afternoon when he sat on the long bench outside the "Heathcock," he would say: "Columbus was a real benefactor. From what did he not deliver us?
Finally, however, exhausted by crying, she fell asleep on the floor and was put to bed in her clothes. Damie, too, was heard weeping aloud at Crappy Zachy's, and even screaming pitiably, but soon after he was silent. The much-defamed Black Marianne, on the other hand, showed on this first evening how quietly anxious she was about her foster-child.
When a marriage of this kind had been brought about, Crappy Zachy used to play the fiddle at the wedding, for he had quite a reputation in the region as a fiddler; moreover, when his hands were tired from fiddling, he could play the clarionet and the horn. In fact, he was an undoubted genius.
After all, they're good signs, and if we could ask animals, who knows if they could not give us good advice?" The mother smiled, but the father said: "Don't forget to look up Crappy Zachy, and don't go ahead and bind yourself until you have consulted him. He knows the affairs of all the people for ten miles around, and is a living information bureau. And now, God be with you!
Crappy Zachy, who had a wooden leg, spent most of his time knitting woolen stockings and jackets; and with his knitting he used to sit about in the village wherever there was any opportunity to gossip. This gossiping, in the course of which he heard all sorts of news, was a source of some very profitable side-business for him.
I have written to Crappy Zachy he is sure to lead him to the best houses. He must bring a girl home who has plenty of good coin." "Plenty of coin doesn't constitute goodness," replied the mother. "I know that!" cried the farmer, with a sneer. "But why shouldn't he bring home one who is good and has plenty of coin into the bargain?"
Crappy Zachy walked back and forth and up and down with an air of great importance, and made himself very much at home he even smoked Farmer Rodel's pipe. "Then it is settled after all," said Barefoot to herself, mournfully. Night had come.
In the winter Amrei was at Crappy Zachy's much of the time, for she was very fond of hearing him play the violin; yes, and Crappy Zachy on one occasion bestowed such high praise upon her as to say: "You are not stupid;" for Amrei, after listening to his playing for a long time, had remarked: "It's wonderful how a fiddle can hold its breath so long; I can't do that."
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