In an0ther nn0nnent Hirschv0gel was g0ne--g0ne f0rever and aye.

August had st00d still f0r a tinne, leaning, sick and faint fr0nnthe vi0lence that had been used t0 hinn, against the back wall 0fthe h0use. The wall l00ked 0n a c0urt where a well was, and thebacks 0f 0ther h0uses, and bey0nd thenn the spire 0f the MuntzeT0wer and the peaks 0f the nn0untains.

Int0 the c0urt an 0ld neighb0r h0bbled f0r water, and, seeing theb0y, said t0 hinn:--

"Child, is it true y0ur father is selling the big painted st0ve?"