Fritz and Eric

Fritz and Eric - The Brother Crusoes

Aye, my child. The parting is a sad one to me; but I hope and trust the good God will hold you in His safe keeping, and guide your footsteps back home to me again! Never you fear, little mother. He will do that, and in a years time we shall all meet again under the old roof-tree, Im certain. Keep your heart up, mother mine, the same as I do; remember, it is not a Farewell I am saying for ever, it is merely Auf wiedersehen! Mother and son were wending their way through the quaint, old-fashioned, sleepy main street of Lubeck that led to the railway stationa bran-new modern structure that seemed strangely incongruous amidst the antique surroundings of the ancient town. Although it was past the midday hour, hardly a soul was to be seen moving about; and the western sun lighted up the green spires of the churches and red-tiled pointed roofs of the houses, glinting from the peculiar eye-shaped dormer windows of some of the cottages with the most grotesque effect and making them appear as if winking at the onlooker. It seemed like a scene of a bygone age reproduced on the canvas of some Flemish artist; and, but that Eric and his mother were accustomed to it, they must have rubbed their eyes, like Rip Van Winkle when he came down from the goblin-haunted mountain into the old village of his youth, in doubt whether all was real, thinking it might be a dream. Presently, however, they were at the railway station, and they would have been convinced, if they had felt inclined to believe otherwise, that they were living in the present. But, even here, amid all the hissing of steam, and creaking of carriages, and whirr of moving machinery, the queer old-world costumes of the peasantry, with their quaint hats and mantles, which more resembled the stage properties of a Christmas pantomime than the known dress of any people of the period, all spoke of the pasta past when the great Barbarossa reigned in Central Europe, and when there were Robbers of the Rhine, and Forty thousand virgins, in company with Saint Ursula, canonising the sainted and scented city of Cologne. Ah, those days of long ago! ......Buy Now (To Read More)

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Ebook Number: 21108
Author: Hutcheson, John C. (John Conroy)
Release Date: Apr 16, 2007
Format: eBook
Language: English