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Tramping was delightful through what seemed a wild, untamed, and unteutonized Harz, with only the faint road and an occasional stump to show man had passed that way before. Huge birds circled majestically over the wooded hills and valleys of which the trail caught frequent brief but wide vistas.
No servants were allowed, because, as Greta said to Harz: "It is that we are to be glad this evening." Geniality radiated from Herr Paul's countenance, mellow as a bowl of wine. He toasted everybody, exhorting them to pleasure.
To-day I am thirteen, Herr Harz; there is not to be a sitting, because it is my birthday; but, instead, we are all going to Meran to see the play of Andreas Hofer. You are to come too, please; I am here to tell you, and the others shall be here directly." Harz bowed: "And who are the others?" "Christian, and Dr. Edmund, Miss Naylor, and Cousin Teresa.
Harz answered slyly; "the Fates outwitted me, it seems." "Serve you right," said Dawney, "for your confounded egoism! Wait here till I come out, I shan't be many minutes." But Harz went on his way. A cart drawn by cream-coloured oxen was passing slowly towards the bridge.
"To-morrow!" he whispered, and picking up his hat and cloak, went out again into the rain. It was not till morning that Christian fell into a troubled sleep. She dreamed that a voice was calling her, and she was filled with a helpless, dumb dream terror. When she woke the light was streaming in; it was Sunday, and the cathedral bells were chiming. Her first thought was of Harz.
The first of these Markgraves to attract attention was Albrecht the Bear, one of the so-called Ascanian line, the family hailing from the Harz Mountains. Albrecht was a remarkable man for his time in every way. Under him the Markgravate of Brandenburg was raised to be an electorate of the empire. The Markgrave thus became a prince of the empire.
Her bare feet gleamed, her hair shone gold against her nightdress. "Come to bed, poor Chris!" Christian laughed. "You little white moth! Feel how hot I am! You'll burn your wings!" Harz had lain down, fully dressed. He was no longer angry, but felt that he would rather die than yield. Presently he heard footsteps coming up the stairs. "M'sieu!"
At the end of the ceremony the urchins tried to blacken each other and the clothes of grown-up people. In the Altmark it is believed that as far as the blaze of the Easter bonfire is visible, the corn will grow well throughout the year, and no conflagration will break out. At Braunröde, in the Harz Mountains, it was the custom to burn squirrels in the Easter bonfire.
George's heart sunk within him at recognising the well-known apparition of the Harz demon, as he had been often described to him by the ancient shepherds and huntsmen who had seen his form traversing the mountains.
"Miss Harz has internal resources, I have no doubt," rejoined Madame La Vigne; "and, even if she had not, I fear her duties would preclude much longing for excitement. It is a very onerous task you are undertaking, my dear young lady, certainly," turning kindly to me. "Five ignorant little Southern girls, well disposed but imperfectly trained, will fill your hands to positive overflowing, I fear.
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