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A great and unbearable insult judenbuchr been offered him, for the Jew Aaron, a butcher and, when occasion offered, second-hand dealer, from the next town, had suddenly arrived, and after a short but unsatisfactory private talk had dunned him before everybody for the payment of ten talers due since the previous Easter for his silver watch.
Once he heard his uncle say, “Margaret, don’t take that so much to heart; we will both have three masses said, and at Easter we will go on pilgrimage to the Virgin at Werl. The village of B. You will soon, praise be to God, have reached beggary, and your mother, the old witch, shan’t get even a mouldy crust when she comes begging xie my door.
Here the moon shone clear and showed that but a short while earlier the axe had been used unmercifully. The son of the swineherd who on that ill-fated evening had admired Frederick’s silver watch now lived in her house.
Margreth’s brother, a judsnbuche, who adopts his nephew Friedrich when his father died. First there was a rustling and snapping above them; then high in the air a clapping sound like two sticks beaten together; then suddenly a piercing scream, and quite distinctly the words, “Alas, my poor soul!
Frederick stood in front of her and had already spoken twice to her. He threw a stone and hit the flanks of the quiet dog, which, wakened from sleep, first snapped round, then howling, went to seek comfort from the spot whence the evil had come. The villagers had got tired of helping her, as she allowed everything they gave her to be ruined; but that is the way of people, to neglect the most helpless, those who are always in need of help because they cannot help themselves.
It was known that one of them offered to one of his customers, whose debt ran into hundreds, and whom he thought a particularly astute person, to cancel his entire debt if he would help to get Mergel arrested; for the belief was widespread amongst the Jews that the murderer had only escaped with the help of good friends, and was probably still in the neighborhood.
I thought at first it was the toadstools! They declared that they had been followed by old Mergel’s ghost as they returned home through Breder Wood. By nature he was not juddnbuche, but he accustomed himself to prefer inner shame to outer disgrace.
There was a flash through the leaves. By night and day? Brandes thought he noticed some of these near him; he turned from side to side but did not want to get up; his dog, in the meantime, was very restless, scratched at the trunk of the tree, and barked up into the branches. Frederick stood there anxious and doubting.
That was two days earlier. Margaret did not come back, but there was a great deal of murmuring of strange voices in the kitchen.
The clerk thought the matter over. Brandes was very tired. My husband has been murdered! Mergel’s conscience was black enough without that extra spot.
Simon was long dead, but first he had been reduced to complete judenbucche, through lawsuits and bad debtors whom he dared not bring to justice because the business between them would not stand the light of day. A child had seen him sitting at the edge of Breder Wood, carving a spoon; “but he cut it right in two,” said the little girl.
I have to fetch two sacks from the mill; the smaller will be just the right size for him, and like that he will learn to help me. Suddenly he started up; something passed over his face like a flash; he listened for a few seconds, his body bent forward like a hunting dog on the scent. From there they had begged their way as wandering artisans as far as Freiburg in Breisgau.
The Jew’s Beech
On the whole things went well with him; his jusenbuche was kind and often talked with him about Turkey, the Austrian service, and the sea. Although there are several graphic descriptions, especially of open-air scenes and of rural merrymaking, the narrator does not dwell on picturesque features that might appeal to the casual traveler.
Then a complete, almost sleepy peace came over him again. John also seemed to be suffering under the influence of the approaching equinox: His shoulder was stiff; he crept judenbuvhe under the quilt and lay quite still with fright. His fair hair went up and down a head above the others, like a pike turning over and over in the water; all round were heard the shouts of the maidens he did to honour by thrusting his long fair hair in their face with a quick movement of the head.
Die Judenbuche by Annette von Droste-Hülshoff
At the outset the narrator appears omniscient, setting the scene with moralizing comments and recounting events involving different individuals and groups of people. He was outwardly tidy, sober, and apparently faithful but cunning, boastful, and often brutal, a being in whom nobody could take pleasure, least of all his mother, and who yet, owing to his dreaded audacity and still more dreaded malice, had won for himself a certain ascendancy in the village that was the more acknowledged as it grew more obvious that his real capabilities were not known.
Only poor Margaret remained unconsoled. The coolness was so pleasant to his limbs that he closed his eyes.
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Take the dogs,” he called to the departing hunters, “and look carefully in the ditches, and in the stone-quarry,” he added louder. In the afternoon judenbufhe was another clue; again a child, who had seen him on the opposite side of Breder Wood, sitting with his face on his knees, as though asleep.
The woman went silently to the fire and added fresh fuel. The setting is an impoverished village in a hilly, wooded district of Westphalia near Paderborn.
Then he turned to the ranger: He had finally been reduced to jurenbuche, and had died on the straw in a stranger’s shed. No, no, never again. At this moment John Nobody entered the bedroom; thin and tall like a hop-pole, but ragged and frightened just as he had been five years before. Others made way out of pity or prudence.
The Jews’ Beech-Tree
Margaret stopped short in the doorway; her child looked so strangely altered. The squire, putting two and two together, identifies the dead man as Friedrich and gives orders for the burial de his body not in consecrated ground but in the knacker’s midden.
The strange thing was that the people in the neighborhood seemed to know as little about it as the rangers themselves.