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Updated: May 28, 2025
Such were the sentiments that Damie expressed one Sunday in Mossbrook Wood, when Barefoot came out to the charcoal-burner's to bring her brother yeast, and meal, and tobacco. She wanted to show him how in addition to the general charcoal-burner's fare, which consists of bread baked with yeast he might make the dumplings he prepared for himself taste better.
And it was not at all an idle remark that Black Marianne made to her one day when she returned from Mossbrook Wood: "Animals that live in flocks and herds," she said, "if you take each one separately, are always stupid." "I think so, too," replied Amrei. "These geese are stupid because they know how to do too many different things.
One evening in the early part of the spring, when Barefoot met him on his way back from Mossbrook Wood, he asked, taking the ax from his shoulder and holding it up before her: "Where do you think this is going?" "Into the forest," answered Barefoot. "But it won't go alone there must be a chopper."
He is come!" Barefoot felt her knees tremble, and she cried in a broken voice: "Where is he? Where?" "At my grandfather's, in Mossbrook Wood!" "Where? Who? Who sent you?" "Your Damie he's down yonder in the woods." Barefoot was obliged to sit down on the stone bench in front of the house; but only for a minute. Then she pulled herself together and stood up stiffly with the words: "My brother?
The children's eyes are again turned toward the door-but it is still locked. "Father got those out of the Mossbrook Wood," said the girl, pointing to the stumps; and she added with a precocious look: "They give out lots of heat, and are worth quite a little; for there is a good deal of resin in them, and that burns like a torch. But chopping them brings in the most money."
Then, with a heart now full of anger at Damie, now full of sorrow for him and his awkwardness, again full of vexation on account of his coming back, and then again full of self-reproach that she should be going to meet her only brother in such a way, Barefoot wended her way out into the fields and down the valley to Mossbrook Wood.
Theisles Manz, who used to sit by the road breaking stones, hardly spoke a word to Amrei; he would go sulkily from stone-heap to stone-heap, and his knocking was more incessant than the tapping of the woodpecker in Mossbrook Wood, and more regular than the piping and chirping of the grasshoppers in the neighboring meadows and cloverfields.
When the cattle are brought in at the end of the summer, he has many stories to tell his sister's children, on winter nights, about life in America, about Coaly Matthew in Mossbrook Wood, and about shepherds' adventures in the mountains of Allgau. In particular, he knows a number of funny stories to tell about a cow which he calls his "herd-cow," and which wears a deep-sounding bell.
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