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the blooms are fragrant and the birds singing in every tree-top.
Ah, child-time is May-time!
A dull, heavy knocking roused me from my dream; I started up. Now they
are laying my mother in the coffin; now they are nailing down the lid.
I rushed out of the shed and into the house. There, in the passage, stood the
narrow, white, closed coffin; and the dimly-flickering oil-lamp now lit up
only the empty, desolate plank on which the bier had stood.
I should have liked to see her once more….
The people were preparing the litter. Father knelt behind the door and
prayed; the sisters wept in their pinafores; and my little brother sobbed
terribly. The poor little fellow tried to keep in his tears, for he had heard that
all was for the best with mother and that she was now enjoying peace in
Heaven: he had smiled a little at that; but now, when the people were making
ready to carry mother away for good and all, there was no comfort left in his
sorely-afflicted little heart.
I took little brother by the hand and we went into the furthermost dark
corner of the room, where no one else was and where only our sick mother
had cared to sit. There we sat down on the bench. And there we sat while
everything was being prepared outside, while the people sat down to table and
shared the funeral repast.
They had come to show us sympathy; now they were eating, now they were
laughing and then again they acted as was customary; and they actually
rejoiced that one more person had died and, in so doing, brought variety into
their everyday lives.
Suddenly, loud words were heard outside:
“Where is the Überthan? We can’t find the Überthan.”
The Überthan is a thin linen pall which is wrapped round the coffin like a
veil and, in the popular belief, serves him or her who has risen from the dead
as a garment on the Day of Judgment.
Father was roused from his prayers by the shouting; he now staggered
around and looked for the linen sheet in his press, on the shelves and in every
nook and corner. Why, he had brought it home only yesterday; and now it was
nowhere to be found! He had really lost his head: he had to see that all got
something to eat; he had to change into his Sunday clothes to go to church; he
had to comfort his children; he had to fetch a new candle, because the old one
was burnt down to its socket and the people were like to find themselves in
the dark; he had to go to the shed and give the cattle fodder enough to last
The Forest Farm
Tales of the Austrian Tyrol
- Title
- The Forest Farm
- Subtitle
- Tales of the Austrian Tyrol
- Author
- Peter Rosegger
- Publisher
- The Vineyard Press
- Location
- London
- Date
- 1912
- Language
- English
- License
- PD
- Size
- 21.0 x 29.7 cm
- Pages
- 169
- Categories
- Geographie, Land und Leute
- International