Part 22 (2/2)
While the others were resting and partaking gayly of the wine and food which the women and girls of the neighboring villages had brought to them with joyous readiness, Andreas Hofer ascended a peak from which he had a full view of the mountain-chains all around and the extensive plain at his feet. His friend and adjutant, Anthony Sieberer, had followed him noiselessly; and on perceiving him, Andreas Hofer smiled and nodded pleasantly to him.
”See, brother,” he said, pointing with a sigh down to the valley, ”how calm and peaceful every thing looks! There lies Sterzing, so cozy and sweet, in the suns.h.i.+ne; the fruit-trees are blossoming in its gardens; the daisies, primroses, and hawthorns have opened their little eyes, and are looking up to heaven in silent joy. And now I am to disturb this glorious peace and tranquillity, tear it like a worthless piece of paper, and hurl it like Uriah's letter, into the faces of the people. Ah, Sieberer, war is a cruel thing; and when I take every thing into consideration, I cannot help thinking that men commit a heavy sin by taking the field in order to slay, shoot, and stab, as though they were wild beasts bent on devouring one another, and not men whom G.o.d created after His own likeness; and I ask myself, in the humility of my heart, whether or not I have a right to instigate my dear friends and countrymen to follow me and attack men who are our brethren after all.”
”If you really ask yourself such questions, and have lost your courage, then we are all lost,” said Sieberer, gloomily. ”It is Andreas Hofer in whom the men of the Pa.s.seyr valley believe, and whom they are following into the b.l.o.o.d.y struggle. If Hofer hesitates, all will soon despond; and it would be better for us to retrace our steps at once, and allow Bonaparte and the French to trample us again in the dust, instead of lifting our heads like freemen, and fighting for our rights.”
”We have gone too far, we can no longer retrace our steps,” said Andreas Hofer, shaking his head gently, and lifting his eyes to heaven. After a pause he added in a loud, strong voice: ”And even though it were otherwise, even through we still retrace our steps, I should not consent to it. I shall never repent of having raised my voice in behalf of the Tyrol and the emperor; nor have I lost my courage, as you seem to think, brother Sieberer. I know full well that we owe it to our good emperor and the fatherland to defend it to the last breath, and I do not tremble for myself. I have dedicated my life to the dear fatherland; I have taken leave of my wife and my children, and belong now only to the Tyrol and the emperor. If my blood were sufficient to deliver our country, I should joyously and with a grateful prayer throw myself down from this peak and shatter my bones; and dying, I should thank G.o.d for vouchsafing such an honor to me, and allowing me to purchase the liberty of the country with my blood. But I am but a poor and humble servant and soldier of the Lord, and my blood will not be sufficient; but many will have to spill theirs and die, that the rest maybe free and belong again to our dear emperor. And this is the reason why, on contemplating the brave men and courageous lads who have followed my call, I feel pity, and ask myself again and again, Had I a right to call them away from their homes, their wives and children, and lead them, perhaps, into the jaws of death? Will not the Lord curse me for preaching insurrection and war instead of submissiveness and humility?”
”Well, you are a pious man, Andy,” said Sieberer, with a reproachful glance,” and yet you have forgotten what our Redeemer said to the Pharisees.”
”What do you mean, Anthony? Tell me, if it will comfort me.”
”He said, 'Render unto Caesar the things which are Caesar's, and unto G.o.d the things that are G.o.d's.' Now, I think that our Tyrol is the emperor's, and that the Bavarians and French have nothing to do with it, but have merely stolen it from the emperor. Therefore, we act only in accordance with the precepts of our Lord Jesus Christ, if we stake our lives and fortunes to restore to the emperor that which is the emperor's. And I think, too, that the churches and convents are the houses of the Lord and belong to Him alone. Now, the Bavarians have stolen the houses of the Lord in the Tyrol, and have ignominiously driven out His servants. Hence we act again in accordance with the precepts of our Lord Jesus Christ, if we stake our lives and fortunes to restore to G.o.d that which is G.o.d's; and if, in doing so, we should all lose our lives, we should die in the holy service of G.o.d and the emperor!”
”You are right, brother Sieberer,” exclaimed Hofer, joyfully, ”and I thank you for comforting and strengthening my heart. Yes, we are in the service of G.o.d, our emperor, and the beloved Tyrol.”
”And G.o.d and the emperor have imposed on Andreas Hofer the duty of acting at the same time as prophet of the Lord and as captain of the emperor. Go, then, Andreas, and do your duty!” said Sieberer, solemnly.
”I shall do my duty bravely and faithfully to the last!” exclaimed Hofer, enthusiastically. Then he raised the small crucifix from his breast, kissed it devoutly, and prayed in a low voice.
A sarcastic smile overspread Anthony Sieberer's face, but it disappeared quickly when he happened to turn his eyes to the neighboring mountains. He looked keenly and searchingly toward the mountain-path leading to Mittewald. He saw there a small black speck which was advancing with great rapidity. Was it a bird? No, the speck had already become larger; he saw it was a human being--a woman speeding along the mountain-path. Now she was so close to them that he could distinguish her face; it was that of a young girl; her cheeks flushed, her eyes radiant; bold and intrepid as a chamois, she hastened forward; her long, black tresses were waving round her head, and her bosom heaved violently under the folds of her white corset.
Now, she stood still for a moment, and seemed to listen; then she bent far over the precipice, on the brink of which she was standing, and below which the Tyrolese were encamped. No sooner had she perceived them than she uttered a loud cry of exultation, and bounding forward, she exclaimed joyously: ”There are the men of the Pa.s.seyr valley! Now I shall find their leader, Andreas Hofer, too!-- Andreas Hofer where are you, Andreas Hofer?”
”Here I am!” shouted Andreas Hofer, starting up from his fervent prayer, and advancing a few steps.
The young girl gave a start on discovering the two men, who had hitherto been concealed from her by a large rock; but she looked at them searchingly, and did not seem to be frightened or anxious.
”Are you really Andreas Hofer” she asked, breathlessly.
”Ask him if I am,” said Hofer, smiling and pointing to Sieberer.
”That is unnecessary,” she replied calmly; ”I see that you are Andreas Hofer. You look precisely as my father described you to me.
There is the long beard, the crucifix, the saint's image on your breast; and there are the kind eyes, and the whole dear face. G.o.d bless you, Andreas Hofer! I bring you many cordial greetings from my father, Anthony Wallner-Aichberger.”
”G.o.d bless you, maiden,” exclaimed Andreas Hofer, holding out both his hands to her. Eliza took them, bent over Hofer's right hand, and imprinted a glowing kiss on it.
”Girl, what are you doing?” asked Hofer, blus.h.i.+ng with confusion.
”I kiss the dear hand which the Lord has chosen to deliver the Tyrol,” she said; ”the dear hand which holds the rosary so piously and the sword so bravely; the hand into which my father laid his hand, as if on an altar, when he swore to G.o.d that he would a.s.sist in delivering the Tyrol from the enemy and restoring it to the emperor.” ”Look at this girl, Sieberer; how well she knows how to flatter me,” exclaimed Andreas, smilingly patting her flushed cheek.
”And you say your father sent you to me?”
”Yes, he did, Andreas Hofer. I ran all day yesterday; and this morning I rose with the sun and continued my trip in order to reach you as soon as possible, and deliver my father's message to you.”
”You must be tired, poor little girl!” said Hofer, compa.s.sionately.
”Sit down on the rock yonder. There! And now speak!”
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