The Forest Republican. [volume] (Tionesta, Pa.) 1869-1952, 1886-12-08
THE DALLES."
TRANSLATED FROM TIE GERMAN

TRANSLATED FROM TIE GERMAN.
He was known as cred Pfeffermann"
because his hair was of Il reddish blonde
hue, and he had beautiful beard of the
same color. There lived in the same place.
In Mariampol, another man, whose name
was also Pfefferman, and who bore the
same given name AorOhOm, but his hair,
whiskers and complexion were dark.
liked Pfeiferman" was a shoemaker. He
occupied with his wife and three small
children a small shop, or rather the half
OF 1t, In the JHiehgas&e. The sun never
penetrated farther than the threshold.
where the children used to play.
1t was damp, murky morning; it
had been raining the night before; it
was such weather which made people re-
luctant to leave their homes; thick fog
toaied through the narrow street; it rose
from The ground and enveloped the
houses as with Il gigantic wave Of water;
small ponds formed in front of the houses
where geese and ducks enjoyed them
selves and the wind howled through the
chimneys. Nevertheless, PfelTermann
had put on his dilapidated slouched hat
and waded through the mire to the
tavern across the street
The children had Just woke up from
their nights rest and watched their
mother picking up corn stalks and straw
with which she was making a ire upon
the small hearth.
"Mame, said the oldest of the chill
dren, sweet little fellow, whose name
was Jacob, "did you hear the noise last
night2"
81 have not heard anything" she re-
piled.
"Why, our bed was shaken, Name"
ooh, you only dreamt."
"No, Name, heard the noise also"
joined in little Sarah, "there was noise
as if things toppled down upon the floor;
somebody screamed and cried"
81 suppose it must have been the Dal-
les, said the mother, ''whom you have
heard"
THE Dalles, who is hel" asked Sarah.
Little Jacob laughed out loud; it
sounded like pure music in those gloomy,
unfriendly rooms
"She does not know who the Dalles
is. Listen then"
81 want Name to tell me Keep quiet,
Jakey,' and Sarah closed hismouth with
her tiny hands.
THE Dalles is the Dalles, " broke oat
Iakey, with loud laugh.
Don't laugh. Jakey," said the
mother, 'the Dalles might hear you and
carry on worse than ever. 1t is not
laughable but matter of great sorrow
to have him in the house"
'"The Dalles, then, must be a bad
manl" asked Sarah.
'No, he is a hObgoblin, " fell in Jakey.
$50 he is; he is an evil spirit, " re-
peated the mother, with a sigh. "Where
he settles down prosperity leaves. In
dustry, labor, ability, are all in vain;
thinking and specializing go for nought;
he swallows all up"
"And what does he look like2"
'1he harder the luck of the man with
whom he has taken his abode, the
rounder and fuller is the body of the
Dallee.n
''Then our Dalles must be already very
large and very stout" said little Jacob.
"Oh, / know something Name. He
will at last be so stout that his body
will have no longer room in our chamber,
and then he will leave US. Won't we
have then our S6a5Jes Barches with
raisins just as well as the children of
rich Fleckles2"
A bitter smile fitted across mothers
face. God grant tit" she murmured to
herself.
"But we want to see the l)auesin
The children talked the matter over
amongst themselves in their own child
ish way. They concluded to keep awake
in order to see the big, fat Dalles. And act
usllY the coming night they kept awake