13 shoulders ---I feel very comfortable in it --- slowly, gently, your story of the marvellous cheese and wine has restored me to warmth ---how did the matter go on?' You rogue and rascal!' thought Berthold to himself, and thus continued his lamentable tale. How did it go on !--- Gertrude sang to the same tune as her husband; Siegelind grew sad, and lost her bloom and strength; the old boy urged the matter, and Hildebrand too, ---Bernhard was anxious to get the rich and proud son-in-law, and was in great fear lest the enchanted wine should soon dry up, ---the young fellow had money in his eye, and wished to turn the bewitched cheese to usury,---thus the wedding was determined. on, and I was left in sadness upon my moun- tain. I tried to forget it; I thought Siegelind could not have borne me in her, heart, otherwise she would not, even to escape death and martyrdom, have married the red haired Hildebrand. Last night, however, I could find neither rest nor sleep upon my straw, I must go and see her with my own eyes take that miser for her husband. Near the village I will wrap up my head and dye my hands and cheeks with berries, so that nobody will know me,---nor in the bustle of the wedding, when every thing is turning topsy turvy, will a living soul care for poor
