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When Flemming rose, he stood still, and gazed at him, as if he loved the face of man, even in a stranger, and longed to hear a human voice, though it might speak in an unknown tongue. He answered Flemming's salutation in a rude mountain dialect, and in reply to his questions said; "I, with two others, have charge of two hundred head of cattle on these mountains.
The boys can get plenty of stubs at Flemming's." She only replied by a "humph!" and next day I discovered my tree had been sawed into pieces and planted in the swamp.
Thus the giant has a great partto play in the town; and thus ended the first day of Flemming's Rhine-journey; and the only good deed he had done was to give an alms to a poor beggar woman, who lifted up her trembling hands and exclaimed; "Thou blessed babe!" After all, a journey up the Rhine, in the mists and solitude of December, is not so unpleasant as the reader may perhaps imagine.
With Murray's Handbook open in their hands, they sat and read about the very towns and towers they were passing, scarcely lifting their eyes to the real scenes, except now and then to observe that it was "very nice." As we passed Boppart, I sought out the inn of the "Star," mentioned in "Hyperion;" there was a maiden sitting on the steps who might have been Paul Flemming's fair boat-woman.
With Murray's Handbook open in their hands, they sat and read about the very towns and towers they were passing, scarcely lifting their eyes to the real scenes, except now and then, to observe that it was "very nice." As we passed Boppart, I sought out the Inn of the "Star," mentioned in "Hyperion"; there was a maiden sitting on the steps who might have been Paul Flemming's fair boat-woman.
Many were the words of praise, when the young musician ended; and, as he rose to depart, they still entreated for one song more. Whereupon he played a lively prelude; and, looking full into Flemming's face, sang with a pleasant smile, and still in German, this little song. "I KNOW a maiden fair to see, Take care! She can both false and friendly be, Beware! Beware! Trust her not,
He felt it; and was happy in the feeling; and blessed thelandscape and the summer morning, as if they possessed the wonder-working power. "A pleasant morning dream to you;" said a friendly voice; and at the same moment some one laid his hand upon Flemming's shoulder. It was Berkley. He had approached unseen and unheard.
But he was yet the veriest slave to Flemming's children, who tyrannised over him most mercilessly, for young as they were, they knew that his savage heart had nothing in it but adoration and affection for both them and their parents.
"I haven't killed anything but time. I was always a dead shot at that." Lynde passed his arm through Flemming's, and the two friends mounted the staircase of the hotel. "How is it you are in Geneva?" repeated Lynde. "By luck," answered Flemming. "I am going home in a zigzag way. I've been obliged to take a reef in my Eastern itinerary.
He had regained his former elasticity of spirits and was taking life with a relish, when he went to Geneva; there he fell in with the Denhams in the manner he described to Flemming. An habitual shyness, and perhaps a doubt of Flemming's sympathetic capacity, had prevented Lynde from giving his friend more than an outline of the situation.
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