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Updated: June 25, 2025
At first he couldn't speak a word; but now he broke out and complained aloud over the little kid: "No, no, that shall not be done, Maggerli, it shall not be done. They shall not slay you, I can't bear that. Oh, I would rather die with you; no, that cannot be!" "Don't do so," said Jorgli, angrily, and pulled Moni up, for in his grief he had thrown himself face down on the ground.
Now lie right down, so, in the nice straw!" After he had put Maggerli to bed in this way, he hurried along with his flock, first up to the hill in front of the Baths, and then down the road to the village. Here he took out his little horn and blew so vigorously into it, that it resounded far down into the valley.
He wanted to be glad that he had saved Maggerli, and sing, but he couldn't express it. To-day the sky was covered with clouds, and Moni thought when the sun came out it would be different and he could be happy again. When he reached the top, it began to rain quite hard. He took refuge under the Rain-rock, for it soon poured in streams from the sky.
He began to climb and all his goats gayly clambered after him, some in front, some behind him, little Maggerli always quite close to him; occasionally he held her fast and pulled her along with him, when he came to a very steep place.
Then Jorgli would not persuade his father, and the landlord would slaughter Maggerli. Oh, no! Oh, no! he couldn't bear that, and he said: "No, I will not do it! I will say nothing!" But he did not feel satisfied, and the weight on his heart grew heavier and heavier. Thus Moni's whole day passed. He started home at evening as silent as he had come in the morning.
At last he stammered: "But how how can Maggerli be mine?" "How?" replied Paula, smiling. "See, last evening I bought her from the landlord and this morning I give her to you. Now can't you sing once more?" "Oh! Oh! Oh!" exclaimed Moni and ran like mad to the shed, led the little goat out, and took it in his arms.
Her aunt had accompanied her. When Moni came down with his burden on his back, Paula wanted to know if the kid was sick, and showed great interest. When Moni saw this, he at once sat down on the ground in front of Paula and told her his day's experience with Maggerli.
The goats all leaped with delight after him, for they knew they were going up to the lovely bushes on the Dragon-stones. To-day Moni held his little Maggerli the whole time fast in his arms, pulled the sweet plants himself from the rocks and let her eat out of his hand. This pleased the little goat best of all.
When the goat-boy came along with his flock in the morning, Paula was already standing in front of the house, and she called out: "Moni, can't you sing even now?" He shook his head. "No, I can't. I am always wondering how much longer Maggerli will go with me. I never can sing any more as long as I live, and here is the cross."
And Moni began to cry so hard, that he could no longer speak, and the kid bleated pitifully and crept far under his arm, as if it wanted to cling to him and be protected. Then Moni lifted the little goat on his shoulders, saying: "Come, Maggerli, I will carry you home once more to-day. Perhaps I can't carry you much longer."
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