like to go to church with you, and to
stay with you; but, though I don't know why, I feel a kind of nervous
uneasiness, because my father never woke up during all the commotion in
the house. I have not been so dutiful as I ought, in not having gone to
see about him. Good night, Joseph," said she, shaking hands with him
kindly. "Good night to all." She passed Edward, without giving him her
hand before all the people, though they both would fain have shook
hands again. "Good night," said Edward in a whisper; and she answered,
in a low tone, "Good night." Haespele shouted a loud "_Vivat_!" in her
honour, as she left them to go to the mill, and all present joined in
it.

Adam was carrying Joseph in his arms, who was dressed in his new
clothes and his new boots; but at last the father was obliged to let
him walk along beside David, who insisted on having him. On the hill,
above the village, Haespele called out, with the last effort of his
hoarse voice, "Stop! Stop!"

Here still lay the wolf, in the field into which Adam had flung him.
Adam took the child close to the dead animal, and said, "Look; I killed
this wolf with my cudgel." No scolding, however, nor persuasions would
induce Joseph to touch the wolf; he was so frightened. "It's lucky for
you that you are now to be under the rule of a father," said Adam, "or
you would not have proved a true Roettmann." He led his son by the
righthand and dragged the wolf after him with his left; and thus they
all went along together, till they arrived at Schilder-David's house.

CHAPTER XVII.
A GREAT EVENT IN A SMALL HOUSE.

"Yes! I quite forgot to tell you that the Forest Miller"--had Leegart
said, when she was interrupted by loud cries from the house--

"He is found; Joseph is close by."

The women ran out, and asked, "Is any one hurt?"

"Not one--all safe," was the answer.

Leegart remained immoveable in her chair, only placing her feet more
firmly on her footstool, which seemed seized with a sudden trembling.
She took a secret pinch of snuff, to tranquillize her nerves, and
looked at the jacket with a glance signifying, "I have done with you at
last."

"Joseph is here," called out Haespele, who had ran forward before the
rest; "and my jacket is finished," answered Leegart, in the firm
conviction that by her incessant sewing she had preserved Joseph's
life; but as Haespele, in his ignorance, made no remark on this