The Madisonian. [volume] (Washington City [i.e. Washington, D.C.]) 1837-1845, 1839-03-23
MISCELLANEOUS.
From he Philadelphia United States Gazette.
THE WOODMAN AND THE BARON;
Legend Of the Hartz.
BY 4 FORESTER.


What are these
That look not like the inhabitants o. the earth,
And yet on IL! MACBETH.
As The chiyalrous Herman Hernandorff was
one day riding in the Harz Forest, a ire
mendous crash among the thickets caused his
horse 10 swerve from its course, and make
way for boar which, bleeding from wounds
and foaming with rage, rushed forth, followed
at full speed by weaponless rider. The
boar, weak from loss Of blood, suddenly
halted in the thick brushwood which conceal
ed it from view, and the horse, unconscious of
its proximity to the enraged brute, came in
contact with him, fell and threw the rider
with considerable violence. The boar, un-
able to make his escape, rushed at the fallen
steed and inflicted several severe wounds on
it; and was about to wreak its vengeance on
the unseated hunter when Hernandorf, tho
totally unarmed, put spurs to his horse, and by
repeadly charging the boar, succeeded in d.
verting his attention, not, however, without
placing himself and his own horse in the most
imminent danger, the legs of the latter suffer
ing severely from the decorating tusks Of the
formidable foe. AT length, seizing favorable
opportunity, he adroitly grasped one Of the
Of the boar, and one lunge from his unerring
arm transfxed him in the SPINE"
Woodman," said Hernandorf to person
who had just made his appearance, and whose
dogs, together with those Of the thrown
rider, had by this time fastened on the boar,
stake charge Of the horses will see to
the horseman. Methinks the roam is past
cure; but as to my black mare, she is accus-
toned to scars"
"Dost thou mean to taunt me 7" said the
luckless hunter, rising from the ground, when
Hernandorff instantly recognised the voice
and features of his old enemy the Baron.
Thou wouldst insinuate that the Hernandorf
is better mettle than his foe."
81 taunt thee not" replied Hernandorff,
"nor have | treated thee like foe. Here
lies thy foe, his tusks are red with thy mares
blood. would not have hazarded the loss of
Black Linden for any thing less than to pre-
serve the life Of fellow-creature. Had ]
not ridden to the rescue, that monster would
have buried his snout in thy bowels ere this.
Wilt thou accompany me to the castle2-
Thou pausest-go then, and tell the world
that thy life hath been saved by a Herman
dorff"
II would he had taken it, and those Of all
my race, rather than that should be indebted
for the preservation of it to one of that name.
shall henceforth despise myself"
at is time that our luminosity should end.
Why prolong the useless quarrel Let the
long lived hostility that has subsisted between
our houses be forgotten. Let rivalry cease,
and over magnum Of the best in Bohemia
let MS drink oblivion to the feudn
"Be it so, then; thou hast right to impose
term" said the Baron, reluctantly extending
his hand towards Hernandorf.
The foes from birth then proceeded to the
castle. Hernandorff was overjoyed beyond
measure at what he deemed the fortunate
circumstance which was to unite in terms of
friendship two families that had hitherto lived
in open rivalry and hostility almost within
bowshot Of each other. The Baron felt DIFF
ferently the idea Of being under an obliga-
ton to the Hernandorff stung him; but he
disguised all adverse feeling, and seemed
TO warm as the wine circulated. They drank
deeply and at length the Baron proposed
"A full cup to the lady Of Lindenhausen"
The toast was in honor Of the intended
bride OF Hermandorff, but before the chalice
was to the Baron's lips, his eye rested on an