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"Ich am afert Lo whet ich see Methinketh hit be develes thre." Over the Skeletons. "Ich wes wel fair Such schel tou be For Godes love be wer by me." In these rude lines is the whole moral of the legend, and of the Dance of Death which grew out of it. That growth was simple, gradual, and natural.
"Martha! How could you bear it?" "I didn't think what I wer' bearing at t' time, Miss Hallam; I wer' just angry enough for any thing; and I wer' kind o' angry wi' Ben takkin' it so quiet like. 'Speak up for thysen, lad, I said; 'hesn't ta got a tongue i' thy head to-neet?" "Poor Ben! What did he say?" "He said, 'Thou be still, mother, and talk to none but God.
"Ah, you didn't say as I wer' a coward that time as I jumped into the water arter you behind the castle." "Forgive me, Dick," cried Bob impulsively, "I was a beast to say such a thing!
You see it's all in a fog; I can't make out the land nowhere, and I'm afraid I shall be on the rocks afore I knows it. You see, cap'n, I never wer' in such a thick mist since I first went to sea. No offense to you, cap'n!" "Oh, none in the world! No skillful pilot will risk his vessel in a fog. But I have a certain golden telescope of magic powers.
But whether at Jouarre, or anywhere else, he who knows most will see most, every day the dictum of the great Lessing being illustrated in travel: "Wer viel weisst hat viel zu sorgen " "Who knows much has much to look after." The mere lover of the picturesque, who cares nothing for French history, literature, and institutions, old or new, will get a superb landscape here, and nothing more.
Now twenty kilometers away and coming down the highroad against Munich against the drifting little clusters of lonely men whispering in the shadows the great armies of the Kaiser, an iron monster clicking down the road toward Munich. Would there be artillery to meet them? Gruss Gott, genosse, wer shusst dort? No, they had only guns, old guns that might not shoot.
Here the great danger lay, for he knew that it would be closely guarded after the day's fighting. If he were challenged what should he say? To the sentinel's "Wer da?" he could answer "Freund." But when he was told to advance and give the countersign what would be his answer? He had it ready. But it would not suit the Germans.
What he saw was a composite woman with flushed cheeks and soliciting eyes, becomingly gowned and hatted to the masculine judgment. On the walls, heavily frescoed in the German style, he read, in Gothic letters: "Wer liebt nicht Wein, Weib, and Gesang, Er bleibt ein Narr sein Leben lang." The waiter brought the sandwiches and beer, yet he did not eat.
We hae to dra' the line somewhere, and I dra' it low enough, but she wis far below that. Eh, she's jist terrible! Wishart has a sister in Glasgae verra weel to do, an' I h'ard him say he'd gie the lassie to her if it wer na for the wife.
He felt in a measure responsible, so he hastened to make amends. "Wal, y' see, men are rough an' strong. They can do the things needed around a farm. I don't guess women wer' made for for the rough work of life. It ain't a thing to feel mean about. It's jest in the nature of things." Joan nodded.
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