Sacramento daily record-union. [volume] (Sacramento [Calif.]) 1875-1891, 1882-11-11
! says: "Geh'n sic dahin wo der pfeffer
wachst !" (Go where the pepper grows.
As we linger by the stand of


scsnty clothing and joyless face are too
much for our sympathies, and we buy his
pins but it would "puzzle Philadelphia
| lawyer" to know what to do with them,
| for so far as any special advantage is OBJ
tanned the heads might as well be the
points and the points the heads. o that
screeching harmonica Let it discourse its
unearthly sounds to the enraptured juven-
| lies that are scampering from all directions
while we examine the flowers.
God might have made the earth bring forth
Enough fol great and small:
The oak tree and the cherry tree,
| Without flower at all"
| But he did not, and we are glad of it,
| never bladder than nowi How the beauti-
| full violets, asters and roses contrast, in
this queer place. with the awkward in
ventions of man
Near us is the pfefferkuchen quarter.
These innumerable stacks of cakes came
| from the little town of PulnitZ, not far
from Dresden. Pfefferkuchen is said to be
the chief manufacture of the town. Ii
looks and tastes exactly like our grand
mothers gingerbread. 1t is baked in big,
fat, oblong pieces, spread over with thin
whitewash of sugar. and adorned with
bit of citron IN the center of each. How
the little Germans love it
THIS NEXT BOOTH
Corresponds with our Yankee notion
store, and the facetious creature who pre-
sides is study. He is long, thin; his
hair is red, his face is red, his long beard
is red his eyes are little and gray, and
they fairly dance with glee, as he points
with his long index finger at the treasures
before him, then looks to see if you can
possibly appreciate the joke, as he says :
"Only ten pfennigs apiece" If you are
unmoved he fairly wrings his long bony
hands at your supremely ridiculous stu.
pidity.
In the next alley we come upon the re.
freshment booths. In each an old woman
sits over her hot coffee. pot, which she
keeps boiling with a wonderful little lamp.
When lull in business permits, the mem.
bers of the fair fraternity gather around
and refresh themselves with cup of poor
coffee and uibble of semmel (rolD or sau.
sage. Between times the monarch of each
coffee-pot sits close to her treasure, and
knits, knits, knits.
Now we walk few blocks to the right,
go through narrow street, few blocks
to the lett, take round turn, and here we
are at the "Neumarkt," which glories in
the exhibition of earthen wares, such as
pots, kettles, pans, pitchers and jugs. We
| lind no booths here, and the square resem-
bles the top OF an immense California
straw-stack profusely decorated with
kitchen treasures. This precaution is quite
necessary, for the stone pavement would
otherwise work destruction among the pots
and pans. The crockery is artistically ar
ranged Ia wedge.shaped rows, beginning
with pans big as wash-tubs and ending with
children's toys. In like manner are ar
ranged the jugs, pitchers and kettles.
This display, with each row terminating in
toys, reminds us OF the story which Goethe
loved to tell, of an event which occurred
during his childhood at his home in Frank
ort-on. the Nam,
YAHRMARKT WAS OVER,
And the kitchen shelves had been repien.
ished with earthenware of every descrip.
tion-enough to last till the next Yahr-
markt. A stock had also been laid in for
the little ones. One beautiful afternoon,
when all was quiet about the Goethe house.
hold, little Johann Wolfgang sat playing
with his little pots and pans. Growing
weary of this amusement he caught up a
Jug and hurled it out of the window. 1t
fell with a loud crash OH the stone pave.
ment in the court below. The noise de.
lighted him, and also attracted the atten.
ton Of two old bachelor brothers opposite,
who clapped their hands and cried out.
"More /! more = This pleased Johann,
who continued throwing out dishes till his
entire stock of lirrie ones was exhausted :;
and stall the Old bachelors called for
more" johann now hurried to the
kitchen and carried out dish after dish,
which be hurled belo~. Finally someone
appeared on the scene and put stop to
his fun. Bat the mischief was done, and
| from the fragments nothing remained, save
the amusing anecdote which the great
author delighted to relate 20 the very end
of his existence.
We now pass on and inspect the lace
department. Here are curtains, spreads,
fischus, black lace, white lace; in fact.
everything you can possibly ask for in lace,
and all at starvation prices. We do not
wonder now that the poor patient Saxon
| lace makers must live in novels and sub
sist upon potatoes and salt-wish never an
atom OF meat. The poor of Germany
make your heart ache at every turn. You
see no earthly means OF lifting them out
of their lives of toll ami poverty. They
labor diligently early ana late; but work
is OF SC little value in Germany
| 1t grows late, the women from the noun.
tairs begin to strap their baskets on their
| shoulders, and the burden seems greater
than they can bear" They say their
ladies" all around and trudge off. We
| follow their example, and wend our way
homeward, rejecting that in America we
have no kings, no princes, but, "man s
man for a that" and even the poor and
obscure 10y their own indomitable go ahead.
i ivsness can stand in the place of kings
+, WEST.