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Updated: September 28, 2025
Near the entrance to this street, where it started from a fine open place of great shops and cafés, the Hotel Schreiber stood humbly squeezed in between two dull buildings as shabby as itself. "In a few minutes I shall know," Max said to himself, as he walked into a cheaply tiled, dingy hall, smelling of cabbage-soup and beer.
He found Schreiber crouching at the foot of a tree, gazing warily forward along a southward-sloping face of the mountain that was sparsely covered with tall, straight pines, and that faded into mist a few hundred yards away.
It was just half past the hour, and Stannard with an impatient snap of the watch-case was about thrusting it back in his pocket, when, far to the front, reëchoing, resounding among the rocks, two shots sounded in quick succession, followed in sudden sputter by half a dozen more. "Turn your horses over to Number Four, men!" shouted Stannard. "Sergeant Schreiber, remain in charge.
That's the way I always do I just go 'round, 'round, 'round and talk, talk, talk I never get bored. You been up the Rigi yet?" "No." "Going?" "I think so." "What hotel you going to stop at?" "I don't know. Is there more than one?" "Three. You stop at the Schreiber you'll find it full of Americans. What ship did you say you came over in?" "German, I guess. You going to Geneva?" "Yes."
It is an old story, and Heine could have derived his material from a number of places, but not from Grimm's Deutsche Sagen, indeed from no place so convenient as Schreiber. Heine knew Schreiber's Handbuch in 1823. The situation, then, is as follows: Heine had to have a source or sources, There are three candidates for Heine honors; Brentano, Loeben, Schreiber.
How he hung on in that stuffy room under the great sword so long was a marvel to me, and would be pronounced impossible by sanitary authorities in England. Nevertheless, he did live on for a twelvemonth after I left the town. When about to depart, I said to the English chaplain: "Old Schreiber can't last long; he must smother shortly. Keep an eye on the sword for me, there's a good fellow.
They were crawling to him by this time, Blake and Schreiber, among the stunted cedars that grew thickly along the rocky ledge. Winsor, flat again on his stomach, sprawled like a squirrel close to the brink.
Schreiber retires from the superintendance Kohlmeister succeeds his journeyings to Okkak, to Nain. Stability of the work of God at Nain hopeful deaths conversion and recovery of a young native. Remarkable preservation of an Esquimaux youth.
Over a hundred strong, old men, squaws and children, they thronged about him, silent, big-eyed and attentive, Schreiber interpreting as best he could, resorting to the well-known sign language when the crafty Sioux professed ignorance of the meaning of his words: "No young men. All gone," was the positive declaration of the venerable head of the bailiwick, when compelled at last to answer.
Ten minutes more and the sergeant was back again. "Sir, I have to report that Trooper Kennedy has not been seen about the quarters," said he. "Then try the stables, sergeant," answered the veteran campaigner, and thither would Schreiber next have gone, even had he not been sent.
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