The little Barefoot

Early in the morning of an autumnal day, when the morning mist lay upon the ground, two children, a boy and a girl of six and seven years old, went hand in hand through the back...

Farmer Rodel, whose house, ornamented with red striped beams, and a pious sentence, enclosed in the form of a heart, stood not far from the Josenhans dwelling, had himself appoi...

“I know where I can find them,” said Dami, with a truly avaricious joy, and ran out of the village with such haste that Amrie could scarcely overtake him. When she arrived at th...

All Souls’ Day, it was dark and foggy. The children were among the people collected in the churchyard. Krappenzacher had led little Dami by the hand, but Amrie had come alone wi...

The next morning when her uncle came, Amrie declared that she should remain at home. There was a strange mixture of bitterness and benevolence when her uncle said, “Indeed, thou...

A woman who led a solitary, reserved life,--who cooked and ate her food alone,--was called her own cook,--Eigenbrätlerin,--and to such an one was given all sorts of peculiaritie...

Farmer Rodel’s house was once more full of life. “Barefoot,” for so they continued to call Amrie, was helpful everywhere, and soon made herself beloved by all in the family. She...

Farmer Schecken’s house was rebuilt handsomer than before the fire. With the winter came the drawing for recruits, but never was there such sorrow at drawing an exemption as tha...

Praised be America! cried the night-watch, when he called the hour of the night, to the amusement of the village, many nights after Dami went, instead of the usual “Praised be G...

Raven Zachy, from the music stage, reached his glass to Barefoot. She touched it with her lips and gave it back, when he said, “If you dance, Amrie, I will play with the whole p...

Thus sang Amrie in the morning, standing before the fire, while all in the house were yet asleep. The stable-boy, who had risen early to give the horses their first feed, came i...

Barefoot stood, one Sunday afternoon, at the house door, looking dreamingly into the vague distance, when the grandson of Charcoal Mathew came running down the village street, a...

While Barefoot, whether in the village, the field, or the wood, dreamed, and toiled, and sorrowed,--sometimes trembling with strange anticipations of joy, sometimes feeling as t...

In the evening of the same day that John had ridden forth from Zusmarshofen, Raven Zacky came to Farmer Rodel’s, and sitting with him in his back room, read a letter to him in a...

In the morning when Barefoot awoke, she saw the necklace which had been given to her by the wife of Farmer Landfried, John’s mother, lying upon her bed. After some moments she r...

“Is it true? Is it not a dream? Are we together, and awake, and will the morning come again, and then the day, and so on forever?” Thus spoke Barefoot to Lux, who remained by he...

There is no living an equal, uniform life. Night and day, rest and motion, wild tumult and stagnant repose, and all the changes of the season; thus it is in the life of nature;...

Amrie in the mean time went on, lost in dreamy thoughts. She looked inquiringly up at the trees that stood so calmly upon the place, and that will stand, she thought, and look d...

Amrie knew so well how to make herself at home in the house of John’s parents, that, on the second day, it seemed as though from her childhood she had grown up there. The old ma...

As society now exists, an infringement of morality is more easily pardoned than a departure from custom. Happy the time and the people, when custom and morality will be one and...