The programme was successfully carried out. The weather was magnificent.
n.o.body fell ill or footsore, or turned out unexpectedly bad-tempered.
And it was hot enough, even in the forest shades, which we kept to as much as possible, to have excused some amount of irritability. But we were all sound and strong, and had entered into a tacit compact of making the best of things and enjoying ourselves as much as we could.
Nora and Reggie perhaps, by the end of the second day, began to have doubts as to the delights of indefinitely continued walking excursions; and though they would not have owned to it, they were not, I think, sorry to hear that the greater part of the fourth day"s travels was to be on wheels. But they were very well off. Lutz von Walden and his two friends--a young baron, rather the typical "German student" in appearance, though in reality as hearty and unsentimental as any John Bull of his age and rank--and George Norman, an English boy of seventeen or eighteen, "getting up" German for an army examination--were all three only too ready to carry my little boy on their backs on any sign of over-fatigue. And, indeed, more than one hint reached me that they would willingly have done the same by Nora, had the dignity of her twelve years allowed of such a thing. She scarcely looked her age at that time, but she was very conscious of having entered "on her teens," and the struggle between this new importance and her hitherto almost boyish tastes was amusing to watch. She was strong and healthy in the extreme, intelligent though not precocious, observant but rather matter-of-fact, with no undue development of the imagination, nothing that by any kind of misapprehension or exaggeration could have been called "morbid" about her. It was a legend in the family that the word "nerves" existed not for Nora: she did not know the meaning of _fear_, physical or moral. I could sometimes wish she had never learnt otherwise. But we must take the bad with the good, the shadow inseparable from the light. The first perception of things not dreamt of in her simple childish philosophy came to Nora as I would not have chosen it; but so, I must believe, it had to be.
"Where are we to sleep to-night, Herr von Walden, please?" asked Reggie from the heights of Lutz"s broad shoulders, late that third afternoon, when we were all, not the children only, beginning to think that a rest even in the barest of inn parlours, and a dinner even of the most modest description, would be very welcome.
"Don"t tease so, Reggie," said Nora. "I"m sure Herr von Walden has told you the name twenty times already."
"Yes, but I forget it," urged the child; and good-natured Herr von Walden, nowise loath to do so again, took up the tale of our projected doings and destinations.
"To-night, my dear child, we sleep at the pretty little town--yes, town I may almost call it--of Seeberg. It stands in what I may call an oasis of the forest, which stops abruptly, and begins again some miles beyond Seeberg. We should be there in another hour or so," he went on, consulting his watch. "I have, of course, written for rooms there, as I have done to all the places where we mean to halt. And so far I have not proved a bad courier, I flatter myself?"
He paused, and looked round him complacently.
"No, indeed," replied everybody. "The very contrary. We have got on capitally."
At which the beaming face of our commander-in-chief beamed still more graciously.
"And to-morrow," continued Reggie in his funny German, pounding away vigorously at Lutz"s shoulders meanwhile, "what do we do to-morrow? We must have an _Einspanner_--is it not so? not that we are tired, but you said we had far to go."
"Yes, an _Einspanner_ for the ladies--your amiable mother, Miss Nora, and my wife, and you, Reggie, will find a corner beside the driver.
Myself and these young fellows," indicating the three friends by a wave of the hand, "will start from Seeberg betimes, giving you _rendez vous_ at Ulrichsthal, where there are some famous ruins. And you must not forget," he added, turning to his wife and me, "to stop at Grunstein as you pa.s.s, and spend a quarter of an hour in the china manufactory there."
"Just what I wanted," said Frau von Walden. "I have a tea-service from there, and I am in hopes of matching it. I had a good many breakages last winter with a dreadfully careless servant, and there is a good deal to replace."
"I don"t think I know the Grunstein china," I said. "Is it very pretty?"
"It is very like the blue-and-white that one sees so much of with us,"
said Frau von Walden. "That, the ordinary blue-and-white, is made at Blauenstein. But there is more variety of colours at Grunstein. They are rather more enterprising there, I fancy, and perhaps there is a finer quality of china clay, or whatever they call it, in that neighbourhood.
I often wonder the Thuringian china is not more used in England, where you are so fond of novelties."
"And where nothing is so appreciated as what comes from a distance,"
said George Norman. "By Jove! isn"t that a pretty picture!" he broke off suddenly, and we all stood still to admire.
It was the month of August; already the subdued evening lights were replacing the brilliant sunshine and blue sky of the glowing summer day.
We were in the forest, through which at this part ran the main road which we were following to Seeberg. At one side of the road the ground descended abruptly to a considerable depth, and there in the defile far beneath us ran a stream, on one bank of which the trees had been for some distance cleared away, leaving a strip of pasture of the most vivid green imaginable. And just below where we stood, a goatherd, in what--thanks possibly to the enchantment of the distance--appeared a picturesque costume, was slowly making his way along, piping as he went, and his flock, of some fifteen or twenty goats of every colour and size, following him according to their own eccentric fashion, some scrambling on the bits of rock a little way up the ascending ground, others quietly browsing here and there on their way--the tinkling of their collar-bells reaching us with a far-away, silvery sound through the still softer and fainter notes of the pipe. There was something strangely fascinating about it all--something pathetic in the goatherd"s music, simple, barbaric even as it was, and in the distant, uncertain tinkling, which impressed us all, and for a moment or two no one spoke.
"What is it that it reminds me of?" said Lutz suddenly. "I seem to have seen and heard it all before."
"Yes, I know exactly how you mean," I replied. "It is like a dream;" and as I said so, I walked on again a little in advance of the others with Lutz and his rider. For I _thought_ I saw a philosophical or metaphysical dissertation preparing in Herr von Walden"s bent brows and general look of absorption, and somehow, just then, it would have spoilt it all. Lutz seemed instinctively to understand, for he too for a moment or so was silent, when suddenly a joyful cry arose.
"Seeberg!" exclaimed several voices; for the first sight of our temporary destination broke upon the view all at once, as is often the case in these more or less wooded districts. One travels for hours together as if in an enchanted land of changeless monotony; trees, trees everywhere and nothing but trees--one could fancy late in the afternoon that one was back at the early morning"s starting-point--when suddenly the forest stops, sharply and completely, where the hand of man has decreed that it should, not by gradual degrees as when things have been left to the gentler management of nature and time.
So our satisfaction was the greater from not having known the goal of that day"s journey to be so near. We began to allow to each other for the first time that we were "a _little_ tired," and with far less hesitation that we were "_very_ hungry." Still we were not a very dilapidated-looking party when the inhabitants of Seeberg turned out at doors and windows to inspect us. Reggie, of course, whom no consideration could induce to make his entry on Lutz"s shoulders, looking the freshest of all, and eliciting many complimentary remarks from the matrons and maidens of the place as we pa.s.sed.
Our quarters at Seeberg met with the approval of everybody. The supper was excellent, our rooms as clean and comfortable as could be wished.
"So far," I could not help saying to my friends, "I have seen no signs of the "roughing it" for which you prepared me. I call this luxurious."
"Yes, this is very comfortable," said Herr von Walden. "At Silberbach, which we shall reach to-morrow evening, all will be much more homely."
"But that is what I like," I maintained stoutly. "I a.s.sure you I am not at all _difficile_, as the French say."
"Still," began Frau von Walden, "are you sure that you know what "roughing it" means? One has such romantic, unpractical ideas till one really tries it. For me, I confess, there is something very depressing in being without all the hundred and one little comforts, not to say luxuries, that have become second nature to us, and yet I do not think I am a self-indulgent woman."
"Certainly not," I said, and with sincerity.
"If it were necessary," she went on, "I hope I should be quite ready to live in a cottage and make the best of it cheerfully. But when it is not necessary? Don"t you think, my dear friend, it would perhaps be wiser for you to arrange to spend your two or three weeks _here_, and not go on to Silberbach? You might return here to-morrow from Ulrichsthal while we make our way home, by Silberbach, if my husband really wishes to see it."
I looked at her in some surprise. What possessed everybody to caution me so against Silberbach? Everybody, that is to say, except Herr von Walden himself. A spice of contradiction began to influence me. Perhaps the worthy Herr had himself been influenced in the same way more than he realised.
"I don"t see why I should do so," I said. "We expect really to enjoy ourselves at Silberbach. You have no reason for advising me to give it up?"
"No, oh no--none in particular," she replied. "I have only a feeling that it is rather out of the way and lonely for you. Supposing, for instance, one of the children got ill there?"
"Oh, my dear, you are _too_ fanciful," said her husband. "Why should the children get ill there more than anywhere else? If one thought of all these possibilities one would never stir from home."
"And you know my maid is ready to follow me as soon as I quite settle where we shall stay," I said. "I shall not be alone more than four-and-twenty hours. Of course it would have been nonsense to bring Lina with us; she would have been quite out of her element during our walking expeditions."
"And I have a very civil note from the inn at Silberbach, the "Katze,""
said Herr von Walden, pulling a ma.s.s of heterogeneous-looking papers out of his pocket. "Where can it be? Not that it matters; he will have supper and beds ready for us to-morrow night. And then," he went on to me, "if you like it you can make some arrangement for the time you wish to stay, if not you can return here, or go on to any place that takes your fancy. We, my wife and I and these boys, _must_ be home by Sat.u.r.day afternoon, so we can only stay the one night at Silberbach," for this was Thursday.
And so it was settled.
The next day dawned as bright and cloudless as its predecessors. The gentlemen had started--I should be afraid to say how early--meaning to be overtaken by us at Ulrichsthal. Reggie had gone to bed with the firm intention of accompanying them, but as it was not easy to wake him and get him up in time to eat his breakfast, and be ready when the _Einspanner_ came round to the door, my predictions that he would be too sleepy for so early a start proved true.
It was pleasant in the early morning--pleasanter than it would be later in the day. I noticed an unusual amount of blue haze on the distant mountain-tops, for the road along which we were driving was open on all sides for some distance, and the view was extensive.
"That betokens great heat, I suppose," I said, pointing out the appearance I observed to my companion.
"I suppose so. That bluish mist probably increases in hot and sultry weather," she said. "But it is always to be seen more or less in this country, and is, I believe, peculiar to some of the German hill and forest districts. I don"t know what it comes from--whether it has to do with the immense number of pines in the forests, perhaps. Some one, I think, once told me that it indicates the presence of a great deal of electricity in the air, but I am far too ignorant to know if that is true or not."
"And I am far too ignorant to know what the effect would be if it were so," I said. "It is a very healthy country, is it not?"
"For strangers it certainly is. Doctors send their patients here from all parts of Germany. But the inhabitants themselves do not seem strong or healthy. One sees a good many deformed people, and they all look pale and thin--much less robust than the people of the Black Forest. But that may come from their poverty--the peasants of the Black Forest are proverbially well off."
A distant, very distant, peal of thunder was heard at this moment.
"I hope the weather is not going to break up _just_ yet," I said. "Are there often bad thunderstorms here?"
"Yes; I think we do have a good many in this part of the world," she replied. "But I do not think there are any signs of one at present."
And then, still a little sleepy and tired from our unusual exertions of the last three days, we all three, Frau von Walden, Nora, and myself, sat very still for some time, though the sound of Reggie"s voice persistently endeavouring to make the driver understand his inquiries, showed that he was as lively as ever.
He turned round after a while in triumph.
"Mamma, Frau von Walden," he exclaimed, "we are close to that place where they make the cups and saucers. Herr von Walden said we weren"t to forget to go there--and you all _would_ have forgotten, you see, if it hadn"t been for me," he added complacently.
"Grunstein," said Frau von Walden. "Well, tell the driver to stop there, he can rest his horses for half an hour or so; and thank you for reminding us, Reggie, for I should have been sorry to lose the opportunity of matching my service."