The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1876-09-14
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wAs DOT he day of bis arrival couuied -
= ftd.lc,ter one by al The hoosewives in
that hidden corner Of the world, which
lies amongst fold. Of The mountain -
Wien be came along with bis back bent
uader bis heavy bales oi siuii. there was
= struggle a. to who should becko1 20
him frst from one Of the wooden bal
comics overhead, or who fret draw
glass Of white wine in his honor from the
cask But be rarely accepted anything
to drink. Look you, be used 70 say, one
has no strength against second glass
when one has emptled the first. Aud,
In truth. the best liquid IN The world Il
Gods good wine, which Is made far
shove ns in the clouds aud glaciers, and
which The little birds regale themselves
With.
The moment Of Father Hans arrival
was the happlest one in the week 10 me.
lie never failed TO have store Of tops
and whistles for his iAvorites IN some
corner Of his box, and sometimes even
lille figures OF Punch, that he had carved
himself daring the long evenings Of win
FER Whilst the hoHse-servants laid In
stock OF thread, hooks aud buttoss, and
whilst my mother examined bales of
dyed linens and colored calicos, with
large howery patterns, prowled round
lbe packages waiting impatiently until
he would attend TO me.
Father Hans was famous walker! lie
marched along the stone footpalhs OF the
surrounding canions without ever grow
ing weary. His heavy wooden sabots
we're equal, in my eyes to Hop-o'-my-
thumbs seveu-leagued boots. IL was
miraculous how they asceuded the most
rugged Of our rough mountains with The
,ame invariably vigorous step Are you
not tired, Father Hans? be was one day
| asked, when be was seen wiping his
| forehead with his checked pocket hand
kerchief, but lot stopping TO rest for an
instant tired? That would be fiue
idea for an old grensdier like me-
One morning whilst Father Hans was
fastening up his packages, he remarked
hat he was going on TO the shooting
match at Wildhem, where he felt sure be
| should dispose of large amount Of his
goods. Instantly there flashed through
my mind visions of the plum tsrls and
nacaroons for which that place is re-
lowned, aud ! seemed to hear the joyful
sound of rifles repeated by the echoes OF
he mountain. But what could do? II
9as q school day, and Father Hans, who
ietested idleness and idiers, would never
consent TO take me with him without my
mothers consent, and this my mother
was certain not TO give, blinded my
eyes to the temptation, thon opened
them TO shut them tighter than before ;
IN short ! was overcome by it. Can you
imagine why? 1t was because listened
10 the bad advice OF a blackbird Of my
Acquaintance, who sat on a cherry-treG
at The entrance of the garden aud sang a
drilling little song on the pleasures OF
liberty.
There is only one JOY in the world
sang the templer, and that is to bury
ones self under the green canopies OF
be forest, or to follow the flowery path.
ways still wet with dew, In company
with Father Hansl How delightful tc
cross the babbliug brooks, and TO see the
torrents tumbling over the venerable
rocks up therel
You are right, comrade, exclaimed
10 myself. Liberty forever! Come whal
may, will play truaDt from school, anc
he result may settle itself tonight.
AT the same moment, threw my cal
into the air in token of independence
aud then hasteHed to set off ahead o
Father Hans, who was finishing bis rouuc
~ the village. Once on the road, Father
Hans could not say no.
Halo! are you here? cried he IN grea
surprise, when he caught me hiding by
tue roadside ut the noise Of his adyanc
,ug sabots. Whist are you doing here
then?
| am going TO Wildheim, replied will
confidence.
Well, then, my boy, we will travel TO
geluer, for am going there, too,
Ny heart beat with joy. had gSine'
J my objtct. No doubt he wonld tell M
some OF his battle tales. lie took me b.
the hand, aud tried TO stretch my sbor
Steps to the dimensions OF bis lonI
strides, This was pleasant at first j.
spite Of shortness of breath, for the 81
was fresh aad keen, aud the sun ha
scarcely risen. amused myscf b
: watching the great tall shsdov OF m
companion advancing along the road b
Tie side Of my short one.
What is tsst i ing there? said he sll q
once, pointing to shining object tbs
was bali buried 10 the dust.
!, is an old horse shoe, replied |, IA
hesiisuugly, for my eyesight was bette
! than bis.
y Wen, pick il up; i il pity 10 Jet am
ia thing be wasted.
ID Oh, but that Is worth nothing can
r stoop down to collect old iron Of ihi
kind.
A. you please, my boy.
And the Old soldier, bending bis tbil
l.nK body, took bis stick, aud tried
draw the object toward him tha, hA
jast despised. lie could not reach
howeyer,snd acknowledge to my shan
that allowed him 10 dlsencumber hiG