n.o.body said a word.
Andrea picked up the ring, handed it to the magistrate and said:
"Keep this ring in memory of me and this day, on which you did me a wrong."
He seized Gertrude"s hand and kissed it; climbed up the mountain and disappeared; was seen again and vanished in a cloud. After a while he reappeared, high above them; but this time it was merely his gigantic shadow thrown on a cloud. And there he stood, shaking a threatening fist at the village.
"That was Satan himself," said the colonel.
"No, it was an Italian," said the postmaster.
"Since it is late in the evening," said the magistrate, "I"ll tell you an official secret, which will be read in all the papers to-morrow."
"Hear! hear!"
"We have received information that when it became known that the Emperor of France was made a prisoner at Sedan, the Italians drove the French troops out of Rome, and that Victor Emanuel is at this moment on his way to the capital."
"This is great news. It puts an end to Germany"s dreams of promenades to Rome. Andrea must have known about it when he boasted so much."
"He must have known more," said the magistrate.
"What? What?"
"Wait, and you"ll see."
And they saw.
One day strangers came and carefully examined the mountain through their field-gla.s.ses. It looked as if they were gazing at the place where Barbarossa"s ring had hung, for that was the spot at which they directed their gla.s.ses. And then they consulted the compa.s.s, as if they did not know which was the North and which was the South.
There was a big dinner at "The Golden Horse," at which the magistrate was present. At dessert they talked of millions and millions of money.
A short time after "The Golden Horse" was pulled down; next came the church, which was taken down piece by piece and built up again on another spot; half the village was razed to the ground; barracks were built, the course of the stream deflected, the mill-wheel taken away, the factory closed, the cattle sold.
And then three thousand Italian-speaking labourers with dark hair and olive skins arrived on the scene.
The beautiful old songs of Switzerland and the pure joys of spring were heard no more.
Instead of that, the sound of hammering could be heard day and night. A jumper was driven into the mountain at the exact spot where Barbarossa"s ring had hung; and then the blasting began.
It would not have been so very difficult (as everybody knew) to make a hole through the mountain, but it was intended to make two holes, one on each side, and the two holes were to meet in the middle; n.o.body believed that this was possible, for the tunnel was to be nearly nine miles long.
Nearly nine miles!
And what would happen if they did not meet? Well, they would have to begin again at the beginning.
But the engineer-in-chief had a.s.sured them that they would meet.
Andrea, on the Italian side, had faith in the engineer-in-chief, and since he was himself a very capable fellow, as we know, he applied for work under him and soon was made a foreman.
Andrea liked his work. He no longer saw daylight, the green fields and snow-clad Alps. But he fancied that he was cutting a way for himself through the mountain to Gertrude, the way which he had boasted he would come.
For eight years he stood in darkness, living the life of a dog, stripped to the waist, for he was working in a temperature of a hundred degrees.
Now the way was blocked by a spring, and he had to work standing in the water; now by a deposit of loam, and he stood almost knee-deep in the mire; the atmosphere was nearly always foul, and many of his fellow-labourers succ.u.mbed to it; but new ones were ever ready to take their place. Finally Andrea, too, succ.u.mbed, and was taken into the hospital. He was tortured by the idea that the two tunnels would never meet. Supposing they never met!
There were also men from the other side in the hospital; and at times, when they were not delirious, they would ask one another the all-absorbing question: "Would they meet?"
The people from the South had never before been so anxious to meet the people from the North as they were now, deep down in the heart of the mountain. They knew that if they met, their feud of over a thousand years" standing would be over, and they would fall into each other"s arms, reconciled.
Andrea recovered and returned to work; he was in the strike of 1875, threw a stone, and underwent a term of imprisonment.
In the year 1877 his native village, Airolo, was destroyed by fire.
"Now I have burnt my boats behind me," he said, "there is no going back--I must go on."
The 19th of July 1879 was a day of mourning. The engineer-in-chief had gone into the mountain to measure and to calculate; and, all absorbed in his work, he had had a stroke and died. Died with his race only half run! He ought to have been buried where he fell, in a more gigantic stone pyramid than any of the Egyptian Pharaohs had built for tees, and his name, Favre, should have been carved into the stone.
However, time pa.s.sed, Andrea gained money, experience, and strength. He never went to Goschenen, but once a year he went to the "sacred wood" to contemplate the devastation, as he said.
He never saw Gertrude, never sent her a letter; there was no need for it, he was always with her is his thoughts, and he felt that her will was his.
In the seventh year the magistrate died, in poverty.
"What a lucky thing that he died a poor man," thought Andrea; and there are not many sons-in-law who would think like that.
In the eighth year something extraordinary happened; Andrea, foremost man on the Italian side of the tunnel, was hard at work, beating on his jumper. There was scarcely any air; he felt suffocated, and suffered from a disagreeable buzzing in his ears. Suddenly he heard a ticking, which sounded like the ticking of a wood-worm, whom people call "the death-watch."
"Has my last hour come?" he said, thinking aloud.
"Your last hour!" replied a voice; he did not know whether it was within or without him, but he felt afraid.
On the next day he again heard the ticking, but more distinctly, so that he came to the conclusion that it must be his watch.
But on the third day, which was a holiday, he heard nothing; and now he believed that it must have been something supernatural; he was afraid and went to ma.s.s, and in his heart he deplored the futility of life. He would never see the great day, never win the prize offered to the man who would first walk through the dividing wall, never win Gertrude.
On the Monday, however, he was again the foremost of the men in the tunnel, but he felt despondent, for he no longer believed that they would meet the Germans in the mountain.
He beat and hammered, but without enthusiasm, slowly, as his weakened heart was beating after the tunnel-sickness. All of a sudden he heard something like a shot and a tremendous crashing noise inside the mountain on the other side.
And now a light burst on him; they had met.
He fell on his knees and thanked G.o.d. And then he arose and began to work. He worked during breakfast, during dinner, during recreation time, and during supper. When his right arm was lame with exertion, he worked with the left one. He thought of the engineer-in-chief, who had been struck down before the wall of rock; he sang the song of the three men in the fiery furnace, for it seemed to him that the air around him was red-hot, while the perspiration dropped from his forehead, and his feet stood in the mire.
On the stroke of seven, on the 28th of January, he fell forward on his jumper, which pierced the wall right through. Loud cheering from the other side roused him, and he understood; he realised that they had met, that his troubles were over, and that he was the winner of ten thousand lire.
After a sigh of thanksgiving to the All-Merciful G.o.d, he pressed his lips to the bore-hole and whispered the name, of Gertrude; and then he called for three times three cheers for the Germans.
At eleven o"clock at night, there were shouts of "attention!" on the Italian side, and with a thunderous crash, a noise like the booming of cannon at a siege, the wall fell down. Germans and Italians embraced one another and wept, and all fell on their knees and sang the "Te Deum laudamus."