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Updated: June 7, 2025
"Pray pardon me for troubling you to call on me," she said, in fluent and precise French, although with a somewhat foreign accent and manner of speech; "I should not have done it were you not the only trustworthy person from whom I can learn the necessary particulars of the terrible Rossberg accident. My husband, as perhaps you already know, has invited two gentlemen to dine with us.
Leaving the Lake of the Forest Cantons, we spun along the margin of the tamer sheet of Zug, to pass, beyond Arth, into the great wilderness caused by the fearful landslide of a century ago, when a mighty mass of rock and earth split off from the main bulk of the Rossberg and thundered down into the valley.
"Good morning, neighbor," said he; "we are likely to have a fine day." "Time we should have a fine day," growled the old man; "it has been wet enough lately." "Have you heard the report?" said the other. "Those who were up the earliest this morning declare they saw the top of old Rossberg move." "Indeed! like enough," said the old man.
The lady bowed politely as her husband said, "This gentleman has saved our little James from being consumed by the flames at the Rossberg catastrophe"; and for a moment I felt the slight pressure of a little gloved hand in mine.
One is a government officer of high rank, the other a kind and benevolent priest. My husband's intention is to spend a considerable sum of money for distribution among those who were injured in the Rossberg catastrophe, or their destitute relatives.
The Rossberg, from which we descended, is about four thousand feet in height; a dark brown stripe from its very summit to the valley below, shows the track of the avalanche which, in 1806, overwhelmed Goldau, and laid waste the beautiful vale of Lowertz. We could trace the masses of rock and earth as far as the foot of the Righi.
RUODI. Why are the troopers in pursuit of you? BAUMGARTEN. First save my life and then I'll tell you all. WERNI. There's blood upon your garments how is this? BAUMGARTEN. The imperial seneschal, who dwelt at Rossberg. KUONI. How! What! The Wolfshot? Is it he pursues you? BAUMGARTEN. He'll ne'er hunt man again; I've settled him. Now, God forgive you, what is this you've done!
ALL. Come! Down with it! FURST. The floodgate's burst. They're not to be restrained. MELCHTHAL. What! Stands the fortress still, when Sarnen lies In ashes, and when Rossberg is a ruin? FURST. You, Melchthal, here? D'ye bring us liberty? Say, have you freed the country of the foe? MELCHTHAL. We've swept them from the soil.
Rejoice, my friend; Now, at this very moment, while we speak, There's not a tyrant left in Switzerland! FURST. How did you get the forts into your power? MELCHTHAL. Rudenz it was who with a gallant arm, And manly daring, took the keep at Sarnen. The Rossberg I had stormed the night before. But hear what chanced.
In German, Wolfenschiessen a young man of noble family, and a native of Unterwalden, who attached himself to the house of Austria and was appointed Burgvogt, or seneschal, of the castle of Rossberg. He was killed by Baumgarten in the manner and for the cause mentioned in the text. Literally, the Foehn is loose!
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