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Updated: May 8, 2025
Und immer irrte ich naeh Liebe, immer Nach Liebe, doch die Liebe fand ich nimmer, Und kehrte um nach Hause, krank und trübe. Doch da bist du entgegen mir gekommen, Und ach! was da in deinem Aug’ geschwommen, Das war die süsse, langgesuchte Liebe.”
In fact, we could almost sympathise in our cold, matter-of-fact American way with the sentimental German inscription which we read on the wall: Von Nuvolau's hohen Wolkenstufen Lass mich, Natur, durch deine Himmel rufen An deiner Brust gesunde, wer da krank! So wird zum Volkerdank mein Sachsendank.
'Bless me, how we roll about from side to side! says an anxious old lady. 'Is anything the matter with the boat, that it wabbles so? 'Only a little krank, marm; it's all right, says the person addressed. 'It's all right, of course, says another, glancing at the nervous lady, 'whether we goes up or whether we goes down, so long as we gets along.
With this ultimatum, Abe glanced toward the cutting room, where sat a tall, stooping figure, holding in his two hands a peaked cap. "Only to look at the feller gives me a krank, Mawruss," Abe continued; "so, if you are going to hire him, Mawruss, do me the favour and give him a couple dollars out of the safe so he should get a shave and a haircut and a new hat."
"Not ill, are you?" he asked in English, and then remembering. "Bist du krank?" He colored violently at that, recalling too late the familiarity of the "du." Harmony smiled faintly. "Only tired," she said in English. "And the odor of cabbage ". Her color had come back and she freed herself from his supporting hand. He whistled softly. He had recognized her. "Cabbage, of course!" he said.
"Ah," remarked Von Koenitz. "One of your millionaire amateurs, I suppose." "Yare," agreed Hood. "I thought sure he was a nut." "A what?" interrupted Sir John Smith. "A nut," answered Hood. "A crank, so to speak." "Ah, 'krank'!" nodded the German. "Exactly a lunatic! That is precisely what I say!" "But I don't think it's no nut now," countered Hood valiantly.
'But the North Sea is no place for your little boat, captain. So I have told you many times. How did you like Flensburg? A fine town, is it not? Did you find Herr Krank, the carpenter? I see you have placed a little mizzen-mast. The rudder was nothing much, but it was well that it held to the Eider.
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