The Wandering Jew, Book I.

tober, 1831, dr

ked walls of a large loft, whose solitary window is closed against outer li

nails, and long iron rods set in wooden handles. In one corner stands a portable furnace, such as tinkers use to m

e, close, and light, that it resembles steel tissue, hangs from a box beside iron cuishes and arm-pieces, in good condition, even to being properly fitted with straps. A mace, and two long three-corner

haplets, medals, AGNUS DEI, holy water bottles, framed pictures of saints, etc., not to forget a goodly number of those chapbooks, struck off in Friburg on coarse bluish paper, in which

their booths, hangs from a rafter, no doubt to prevent its bei

SION OF IGNATIUS MOROK, KNOWN AS THE PROPHET,

hair almost white, with uncouth face, and clad in reindeer skin, like the Siberian savage. His black foreskin cap is topped with a raven's head; his features express terror. Bent forward in his sledge, which half-a-dozen huge tawny dogs d

HE IDOLATER, FLED

ite neckcloth, and flowing black robe. In a corner, a tall angel, of repulsive aspect, holds a trumpet in one hand, and flou

S; BUT WILD BEASTS WILL FLEE FROM IGNATIUS

of blue; head up, left arm akimbo, right hand outstretched, he seems to scare the wits out of a multitude of lions, t

is the concl

CONVERTED, WILD BEAS

rok, the Idolater, acquired a supernatural power almost divine, the moment he was converted-a power which the wildest animal could not resist,

trating odor. From time to time are heard sonorous growls and deep breathings, follo

It is Morok, the tamer of wil

dead yellow peculiar to certain races of the Polar countries, falls straight and stiff down his shoulders; and his thin, sharp, hooked nose, and prominent cheek-bones, surmount a long beard, bleached almost to whiteness. Peculiarly marking the physiognomy of this m

om, secured by a secret lock, are several sealed envelopes, with no other address than a number, combined with a letter of the alphabet. The Prophet tak

t four o'clock in the

y in the little village

ome from the nort

e loft is shaken by a h

ophet, in a menacing tone, as he t

is heard, formidabl

cries Morok, start

ressible ferocity, bur

shing towards the trap door, and addressing a thir

obtain silence: on the contrary, the barking of several dogs is soon added to the roaring of the wild beasts. Moro

brimmed, with a short jacket, and wide trousers of green cloth; his dusty leathern gait

hink they'd forgotten me in three days. Judas thrust his paw through the bars of

nswered in the same language, bu

arl?" he inquired, w

d ne

e met

wo leagues fr

Morok, clasping his hands

o France, 'twas a thousand to one that we should f

e descr

hite; the old man has long moustache, blue forage-

did you l

They will be here

he only one in the village," s

drawing on,

t the old m

don't su

y n

d try y

r what

ossi

ssibl

ed for the night. I spoke in German to the tall old man, accosting him, as is usual with wayfarers, 'Good-day, and a pleasant jou

and, perhaps, does n

or at the inn I heard him ask the host fo

in attempt to engage

an has a devilish ugly look; believe me, in spite of his gray moustache, he looks so vigorous and resolute, though with no more flesh on him than a carcass

a was also very vigorous

a grim, disd

ruth; and she is vigoro

u she is a

tall old man; notwithstandin

u are as brave as any one; but, believe me, you will never

es not my tiger, Judas, cr

you there-becaus

, imperiously interrupting Karl, and accompanying these words

asts, be also upheld in his struggle with men, when those men are per

in a controversy with him on so delicate a subject, Karl answered the Prophe

two young girls all day long?" resume

, where they were always to be seen. The last time I saw them, I was hid behind the water-mill by the potteries. As they were on the high

you shall be rewarded; for i

ression of his face, and the tones of his voice, indicated the

urier, all plastered with lace, who came, without slacking bridle, from St. P

interrupted K

nything to do with these travellers? You are mistak

of my game-bag, and go help Goliath to feed the brutes, for their supper tim

urned; above all, the tall old man and the maidens must

ou wish me

able, and wait my orders; you may th

ions left in my pouch, and can sup

G

w with the gray moustache; I think he's devilish tough; I'm

am always on my

!"-and Karl, having reached th

ned the papers, he took out a pretty long letter, and read it over and over with profound attention. From time to time he rose and went to the closed window, which looked up