"Here! here!" they cried.
"We would ye would ferry us over to yonder sh.o.r.e of the river," said the foremost of the twain. "We go afar on a weighty errand from the Convent of St. Thomas, and we must onwards this night. So be up quick, friend, and run us over soon."
"Step in, then," said the ferryman, not over courteously, for he remembered the trick played on him by their predecessor.
They entered the boat, and the ferryman put off. Just as the prow of the boat touched the opposite bank of the river, both sprang ash.o.r.e, and disappeared at once from his view, like him who had gone before them.
"Ah!" said the ferryman, "if they call that doing good, or acting honestly, to cheat a hard-working poor fellow out of the reward of his labour, I do not know what bad means, or what it is to act knavishly."
He waited a little while to see if they would return to pay him, but finding that they failed to do so, he put across once more to his home at Andernach.
"Hilloa! ferry," again hailed a voice from the sh.o.r.e to which he was making, "hilloa!"
The ferryman made no reply to this suspicious hail, but pushed off his boat from the landing-place, fully resolved in his own mind to have nothing to do with any more such black cattle that night.
"Hilloa! ferry," was again repeated in a sterner voice. "Art dead or asleep?"
"Here, ahoy!" cried the ferryman. "What would ye?"
He had thought of pa.s.sing downwards to the other extremity of the town, and there mooring his barque below the place she usually lay in, lest any other monks might feel disposed to make him their slave without offering any recompense. He had, however, scarcely entertained the idea, when three black-robed men, clothed as the former, in long, flowing garments, but more closely cowled, if possible, than they, stood on the very edge of the stream, and beckoned him to them. It was in vain for him to try to evade them, and as if to render any effort to that effect more nugatory, the moon broke forth from the thick clouds, and lit up the scene all around with a radiance like day.
"Step in, holy fathers! step in! quick!" said he, in a gruff voice, after they had told him the same tale in the very same words as the three others had used who had pa.s.sed previously.
They entered the boat, and again the ferryman pushed off. They had reached the centre of the stream, when he bethought him that it was then a good time to talk of his fee, and he resolved to have it, if possible, ere they could escape him.
"But what do you mean to give me for my trouble, holy fathers?" he inquired. "Nothing for nothing, ye know."
"We shall give you all that we have to bestow," replied one of the monks. "Won"t that suffice?"
"What is that?" asked the ferryman.
"Nothing," said the monk who had answered him first.
"But our blessing," interposed the second monk.
"Blessing! bah! That won"t do. I can"t eat blessings!" responded the grumbling ferryman.
"Heaven will pay you," said the third monk.
"That won"t do either," answered the enraged ferryman. "I"ll put back again to Andernach!"
"Be it so," said the monks.
The ferryman put about the head of his boat, and began to row back towards Andernach, as he had threatened. He had, however, scarcely made three strokes of his oars, when a high wind sprang up and the waters began to rise and rage and foam, like the billows of a storm-vexed sea. Soon a hurricane of the most fearful kind followed, and swept over the chafing face of the stream. In his forty years"
experience of the river, the ferryman had never before beheld such a tempest--so dreadful and so sudden. He gave himself up for lost, threw down his oars, and flung himself on his knees, praying to Heaven for mercy. At that moment two of the dark-robed monks seized the oars which he had abandoned, while the third wrenched one of the thwarts of the boat from its place in the centre. All three then began to belabour the wretched man with all their might and main, until at length he lay senseless and without motion at the bottom of the boat.
The barque, which was now veered about, bore them rapidly towards their original destination. The only words that pa.s.sed on the occasion were an exclamation of the first monk who struck the ferryman down.
"Steer your boat aright, friend," he cried, "if you value your life, and leave off your prating. What have you to do with Heaven, or Heaven with you?"
When the poor ferryman recovered his senses, day had long dawned, and he was lying alone at the bottom of his boat. He found that he had drifted below Hammerstein, close to the sh.o.r.e of the right bank of the river. He could discover no trace of his companions. With much difficulty he rowed up the river, and reached the sh.o.r.e.
He learned afterwards from a gossiping neighbour, that, as the man returned from Neuwied late that night, or rather early the next morning, he met, just emerging from the Devil"s House, a large black chariot running on three huge wheels, drawn by four horses without heads. In that vehicle he saw six monks seated _vis-a-vis_, apparently enjoying their morning ride. The driver, a curious-looking carl, with a singularly long nose, took, he said, the road along the edge of the river, and continued lashing his three coal-black, headless steeds at a tremendous rate, until a sharp turn hid them from the man"s view.
DOCTOR ALL-WISE.
There was a poor peasant, named Crab, who once drove two oxen, with a load of wood, into the city, and there sold it for two dollars to a doctor. The doctor counted out the money to him as he sat at dinner, and the peasant, seeing how well he fared, yearned to live like him, and would needs be a doctor too. He stood a little while in thought, and at last asked if he could not become a doctor.
"Oh yes," said the doctor, "that may be easily managed. In the first place you must purchase an A, B, C book, only taking care that it is one that has got in the front of it a picture of a c.o.c.k crowing. Then sell your cart and oxen, and buy with the money clothes, and all the other things needful. Thirdly, and lastly, have a sign painted with the words, "I am Doctor All-Wise," and have it nailed up before the door of your house."
The peasant did exactly as he had been told; and after he had doctored a little while, it chanced that a certain n.o.bleman was robbed of a large sum of money. Some one told him that there lived in the village hard by a Doctor All-Wise, who was sure to be able to tell him where his money had gone. The n.o.bleman at once ordered his carriage to be got ready and rode into the city, and having come to the doctor, asked him if he was Dr. All-Wise.
"Oh yes," answered he, "I am Doctor All-Wise, sure enough."
"Will you go with me, then," said the n.o.bleman, "and get me back my money?"
"To be sure I will," said the doctor; "but my wife Grethel must go with me."
The n.o.bleman was pleased to hear this, made them both get into the carriage with him, and away they all rode together. When they arrived at the n.o.bleman"s house dinner was already prepared, and he desired the doctor to sit down with him.
"My wife Grethel, too," said the doctor.
As soon as the first servant brought in the first dish, which was some great delicacy, the doctor nudged his wife, and said--
"Grethel, that is the first," meaning the first dish.
The servant overheard his remark, and thought he meant to say he was the first thief, which was actually the case, so he was sore troubled, and said to his comrades--
"The doctor knows everything. Things will certainly fall out ill, for he said I was the first thief."
The second servant would not believe what he said, but at last he was obliged, for when he carried the second dish into the room, the doctor remarked to his wife--
"Grethel, that is the second."
The second servant was now as much frightened as the first, and was pleased to leave the apartment. The third served no better, for the doctor said--
"Grethel, that is the third."
Now the fourth carried in a dish which had a cover on it, and the n.o.bleman desired the doctor to show his skill by guessing what was under the cover. Now it was a crab. The doctor looked at the dish, and then at the cover, and could not at all divine what they contained, nor how to get out of the sc.r.a.pe. At length he said, half to himself and half aloud--
"Alas! poor crab!"
When the n.o.bleman heard this, he cried out--
"You have guessed it, and now I am sure you will know where my money is."