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Buss, Georg; Steinhausen, Heinrich [Editor]
Beschreibung der deutschen Pfalz und Führer durch das deutsche Dorf — Berlin, 1893

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Sdiauber cor beut ?Lobc fd]üttelfe midi utö
bie £uft 5u Ceben eru>ad]te mit 2tllgeir>alt.
Port meiner IDeg3el]rung i]er, fo befartn id]
mid], fyatte id] in ber Cafdie meines IDamfes
nod] ein rr>enig Brot unb geir-äfferten IDein.
T>ar>on genoß id] ein roenig unb (parte bas
ZHetfte, xvie ein (5et3iger mit feinen fjellern
umgebt, als rr>äreu es (Solbftücre.

Die Stunben fd]lid]en fyn; roaren es r>iel,
rcaren es rr>enige: id? fyatte fein VTiaafy ifyren
Cauf 3U meffen. 2tud] feinen laut pemafym
id], ber mir t>on brausen eine Spur bes fort*
gefyenben Cages sutrug, unb rr>enn id) felber
einmal 3U einem Huf meine Stimme erimb,
beren Sdiall mir bie ZHauern t?o£^I unb rx>ie
3um J^otjn »erftärft 3urücfrt>arfen, fo umfjte id],
ba§ fie brausen fein (Dfyr »ernannt. Dennod]
fyorcrjte td] immer roieber hinaus unb brücfte
meine tPange an bie Kerferffyür, ob idj auf
beut (Sänge nichts r»ernäb;me.

2tber ^Ites blieb ftill unb es tr>ar mir mel]r
fein <5rr>eifel: id] tpar bjer 3um Perfyungern
unb biefer ©rt mir 3um (Srabe beftimmt.

Defto t]ei|er ern?ad]te bas Derlangen 311
leben, unb balb fd]rie id] 3U (Sott, ba§ er feine
I}anb ausreefte unb mid? errettete, balb r>er-
rx>ünfd]te id] mid], ba§ id] je nod} eine beffere
Hoffnung unb Pertrauen gehegt ^ätte, bie
mid] nad] ber Pfal3 3urüd?ge3ogen unb fo
fdimäfylid] betrogen gärten. —

IDieberum fanf bie ZTad]t nad] einem Cage
ber fein Cag roar, unb ein neuer bämmerte
auf. 2lls er perfd]lid]en rear in bemfelben
Sd]tr>eigen, in berfelben töbtlid]en €infamfeit
unb es rx>ar gan3 finfter um mid], fo erfanb
id] in mir bod\ feine 23ereitfd]aft 5um Sterben
ober Cobesgebanfen, fonbern in allen meinen
Bibern pod]te biefer einige IPunfd]: Vn mußt
leben, Qu tüilift leben; ja, all meine Seinen
3ogen aus fold]em 2Dunfd]e nmnberbare Kraft.

Unb wie ein Kinb in bunfler Kammer nid]t
fd]lafenfann, fried]t unter bieBettbecfe unb lugt
immer aufs Heue barunter fyerfür, ob's nod\
nid]t tagt, fo fd]loß id] bie 2tugen, um fie
roieber unb roieber auf3utl]un unb nad] ber
£ufe oben 3U bliefen, ob bie Dämmerung fid]t-
bar nmrbe.

<£in fdiarfer XPinb raufd]te brausen; toenn
er ftärfer blies, cerfieng er fid] in ber tfianev-
Öffnung unb gab einen pfeifenben Con; bann
lieber fd]tr>ieg biefer Con unb id] björte es
in ben Bäumen brausen braufen unb äd]3en.
(D, roie merfte id] auf folcrje ZHufif, ba§ mid]
bäuebte: fie fpielte mir balb trauerr»o!l, balb
luftig r>or, mitleibig unb liöbmifd].

darkness of night again encompassed me I
found myself by no means prepared to die
or even to occupy myself with thoughts of
death. On the contrary, all my being seemed
pervaded by the one wish, the one thought:
you must live, you will live, and the
intensity of this thought seemed to lend me
a wonderful strength.

And just as he, who lying in his dark
chamber unable to sleep, creeps under the
coverlet and peeps frequently from under it
to see whether the day is not yet beginning
to dawn, even so did I shut my eyes only
to constantly open them and peer up at the
opening in the wall, to discover whether there
were no signs of day-break.

A sharp wind rustled outside, and when
it rose higher a strong gust swept through
the opening producing a whistling sound;
then again this tone was silent and I heard
it roaring and groaning through the trees.
Oh, how I listened to the music of these
sounds, how full of melody seemed this
night-wind to me! Yes, methought it was
playing to me in divers strains, now mourn-
fully, now merrily, then again pitifully and
scornfully.

Was, not the blustering of the night in-
creasing, did not the wind increase in power
until it stormed and raged furiously? And
hark! were there not other confused sounds,
did I not hear a droning sound as if the
whole Palatinate was alarmed and roused
out of its slumbers? — Ha, and see! the
light is forcing its way through the opening
— already day! — But no; the pale light
varies, it increases, then decreases, and now
it grows into a deep red glow.

»Fire! the Palatinate is on fire«, I shouted.

And now above the howling of the wind
I could distinguish the crashing of falling
beams, the crackling and snapping of con-
suming fire, loud shouts of confused voices!
—- And was not that a war-cry, the shrieks
of women's voices, the rattling of fire-arms,
the clash of steel?!«

»The peasants« I cried«, Claus Klett is
leading them on, and around you Wendelin,
Langenau, the home of your ancestors, is
sinking into ruins.«

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