Fritz Reuter epub Seed-Time and Harvest: A Novel (Classic Reprint)

Seed-time and Harvest-, OR. cc DURING MY APPRENTICESHIP. CHAPTEB I. In the year 1829, on St. John sday, a man sat in the deepest melancholy, under an ash-tree arbor, in a neglected garden. The estate, to which the garden belonged, was a lease-hold estate, and lay on the river Peene, between A nclam and Demmin, and the man, who sat in the cool shade of the arbor, was the lease-holder, that is to say, he had been until now; for now he was ejected, and the M.ak aucioi Vto-day in his homestead i4iiial Ifi Wgoijd and possessions were going to hfoui: winds. .: ::. .: He was a large, broad-shotildd; ight haired man, of four and fortyj yf-T Jd nowhere could you find a ifeti jlipcpiii Mnof what labor could make Ofa ih nthan she had carved from this block. Labor, said his honest face, Labor, said his firm hands which lay quiet in his lap, folded one upon another as if for praying. Yes, for prayin I And in the whole broad country of romerania, there might -well have been no one with greater need and reason to speak with his Lord God, than this man. Tis a hard thing for any one to see his household goods, which he has gathered with labor and pains, piece by piece, go wandering out into the world. lis a hard thing for a farmer to leave the cattle, which he has fed and cared for, through want and trouble, to other hands that ow nothing of the difficulties which have oppressed him all his life. But it was Dot this which lay so heavy on his heart; it was a still deeper grief which caused the weary hands to lie folded together, and the weary eyes to droop so heavily. Since yesterday he was a widow( r, his wife lay upon her last couch. His wife! Ten years had he striven for her, ten yean had he worked and toiled, and done what human strength could do that they might come together, that he might make room for the deep, powerful love which sung through his whole being, like Pen(Typographical errors above are due to OCR software and don't occur in the book.)