ods and soon leads to the place where the traveler cannot look withou

-path. In his hand he held a large red flower which he had found de

with a small out-building behind it, evidently to shelter the animals. One of these sheds was larger than the other, and the cottage also with its brand new door looked more roomy and better kept. This belonged to the guide Kaspar, who lived in it together with his wife and two

n, the big man, who, on account of his powerful build, was called "strong Martin." He lived there with his wife an

e; then he carried travelers' luggage over the Gemmi, but he didn't earn nearly so much a

paring, with great eagerness, two objects, which they held in their hands, and when at last they seemed to come to an agreement they began all over again. The l

look!" called one o

gazed in motionless amaze

s hand a large whip, in this country called a Geissel or lash. The strong and yet pliable handle was wound round with little bands of red leather. The long white lash was of solid braided leather thongs; on the end hung a firmly

en it cracked and thundered up and down the valley and resounded from all the mountains, so th

oo!" said he, taking a deep breath, when t

e yearned and longed for more than he had ever done before in all his life, and Chappi had said discouragingly: "Yes, you will have to wait!" It seemed to Seppli exactly as if everything which could make him happy was lost for his whole life. He seized the red flower firmly and threw it away, for to have only a red

boys, Seppli?"

was the answer, for they

arly they will have to go to the mountain, and this evening the gentleman

had disappeared. The woman began to work her broom into every corner and to sw

es, into the house. Now the two boys came running along with a frightful cracking of whips, neighbor Seppli still behind them, for the sight of the whips drew him irresistibly along. But when their mother called the boys in, because they had to help with all s

will hav

d Father Martin striving with a heavy axe to split big knotty logs of wood into small pieces for the mother to lay on th

re was something to be seen he was always there. But soon his father pointed to the little pieces on the

arms and carry them in to mother in the ki

trouble. But later, when he lay beside Friedli in their little bed, he could not go to

whip with a yellow