Page - 153 - in The Forest Farm - Tales of the Austrian Tyrol

You can’t have heard such a thing said about me, for, thank God, I don’t need it. Once I myself propose to carry anything, I carry it gratis. I heard that your wife wanted to go to Tom of the Footpath and that she had no trap of any kind. My mother, God rest her soul, was also ill for a long time; I know what it means: it’s a misery. If you like, woodman, I’ll drive your wife over to Tom of the Footpath to-morrow.” Then we all felt really glad. We did not give a further thought to the question whether the long drive would do good or harm, or whether the new physic would take effect, or how the illness would turn out afterwards. To Tom of the Footpath, just to Tom of the Footpath: that would put everything right. I was awakened early next day, when the morning star peeped through the great black ash-trees. Father had to stay behind to look after the farm; and I, the thirteen-year-old lad, must go with mother to see that nothing happened to her. Mother was already at her breakfast and did as if she thoroughly relished the milk-porridge. Carrier Steve and I ate a bowl of curds and whey and then we drove off. Steve sat on the little driver’s seat and talked out loud to his nag, telling it to be a good horse and trot over the mountains briskly “so that we can bring woodman’s wife home again before the day is out.” My mother sat, wrapped up in all her clothes, and my father’s storm-cloak into the bargain, on a leather cushion, with straw at her feet and a heavy blanket over all, allowing only a part of her head to show above it. I sat beside this sick- bed and was heavy at heart. It was still chilly night; the sky began to turn a little pale over the Wechselberg. The road led across the meadows. Now the birds woke; now the glory of the dawn commenced; now the great sun rose in the heavens. My mother drew back the blanket a little and gazed up at the sun: “I feel full of hope,” she whispered and felt for my hand, “if only the summer helps a bit and Tom of the Footpath too. After all, I’m not so old yet. What do you think, my child? Shall I be able to look at the world again a hale woman?” I was as confident as she; I felt quite relieved. The morning sun! The dear warm morning sun! Mother became chatty. “It’s silly, when you come to think of it,” she said, suddenly, and laughed almost aloud, “how fond a body is of being in the world. Of course, I should be sorry to leave my folk. And it would be a pity for my Lenzel, your father, to be left all alone; the children are so small yet.”