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Updated: June 29, 2025
"Is it right that he should spend his money in drink? that he should let orders lie unexecuted? that he should do his work so ill that no one cares to employ him? that he should live on grandfather's charity, and then dare sell a thing that is ours every whit as much as it is his? To sell Hirschvogel! Oh, dear God! I would sooner sell my soul!" "August!" cried Dorothea with piteous entreaty.
The whole was burnished with gilding in many parts, and was radiant everywhere with that brilliant coloring of which the Hirschvogel family, painters on glass and great in chemistry, as they were, were all masters.
The thought of Dorothea kept nipping his heart and his conscience with a hard squeeze now and then; but he thought to himself, "If I can take her back Hirschvogel, then how pleased she will be, and how little 'Gilda will clap her hands!" He was not at all selfish in his love for Hirschvogel: he wanted it for them all at home quite as much as for himself.
"May I stay with Hirschvogel? may I stay?" he said, with feverish agitation. "Wait a little," said the king, and asked, abruptly; "What do you wish to be when you are a man?" "A painter. I wish to be what Hirschvogel was, I mean the master that made my Hirschvogel." "I understand," said the king. Then the two dealers were brought into their sovereign's presence.
"Oh, dear Hirschvogel! you are almost as great and good as the sun! No; you are greater and better, I think, because he goes away nobody knows where all these long, dark, cold hours, and does not care how people die for want of him; but you you are always ready; just a little bit of wood to feed you, and you will make a summer for us all the winter through!"
"Oh, dear king!" he said, with trembling entreaty in his faint little voice, "Hirschvogel was ours, and we have loved it all our lives; and father sold it. And when I saw that it did really go from us, then I said to myself I would go with it; and I have come all the way inside it. And last night it spoke and said beautiful things.
Late in the day, he thought, for to accompany the stranger they had lighted a lamp; he had heard the scratch of the match, and through the brass fretwork had seen the lines of light. He would have to pass the night here, that was certain. He and Hirschvogel were locked in, but at least they were together. If only he could have had something to eat!
An old trader, too, who sold curiosities not far from the church, had told August a little more about the brave family of Hirschvogel, whose houses can be seen in Nuremberg to this day; of old Veit, the first of them, who painted the Gothic windows of St.
My father is Hans Strehla. We live in Hall, in the Innthal; and Hirschvogel has been ours so long so long!" His lips quivered with a broken sob. "And have you truly travelled inside this stove all the way from Tyrol?" "Yes," said August; "no one thought to look inside till you did." The king laughed; then another view of the matter occurred to him.
She went back to little 'Gilda, who was ailing, and sobbed over the child, whilst the others stood looking on, dimly understanding that with Hirschvogel was going all the warmth of their bodies, all the light of their hearth.
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