The Home in the Valley

er in the Woods, an

d slumber, quite refreshed. He yawned, stretched himself, and mechanica

ther; but to his surprise the game-bag was still missing. He now raised himself up in a sitting posture, and rubbing his eyes vigorously, he searched the ground closely. B

nce, he arose and peered through the bushes in the grass; he looked in the air, and he closel

. "I can not believe it! They must be h

water. Although the heat of the day was rendered still more insufferable by Mr. Fabian's thick huntin

more than usually severe lecture from his wife whose command he had stubbornly disobeyed by not awakening Gottlieb. While the unfortunate sportsman was be

rascal?" shouted Mr. Fabian,

r. H--, that I h

ural. What are you doing here

o remain, I will go instantly. I thought, however, that you woul

sh to know! Has any one

y li

uick! T

swered only with

tiate what you a

d here only that I might be able to explain eve

what evil being has entered the wo

should tender full payment," said the butler, who con

erous," replied Mr. Fabian tak

valley-purloined the

ur!-the son o

e s

ou cer

tain as I am

ed him great pleasure, for he not only forgot the trouble that awaited his return home, but also the question, which in truth should have been the first one-why the Butler ha

of humor. She awaited his coming in the parlor; but when she heard his footsteps in the cour

yourself friendly towards my relations, and I do think it is equally astonishing that you have come home without him. I

changed my clothes? I have travelled so far through t

is th

ese clothes no longer." Thus saying, he hastene

hamber, and her rage reached its highest point, when she heard that the game which was intended for

dormouse, yes you, you call yourself a man! you! Don't you wish to borrow my petticoat! To sleep when engage

cannot, how could I know what

lieb with a partridge in his hand. He is a pattern. He never allows his game to be stolen," and Mistress Ulrica compose

you, your uncle has been unfortunate this morning; but come with me

aunty, I feel myself able to de

ill go to my bleachery and you may sele

is not a nephew on the entire Scandinavian peninsula, who

l that you are my nephew or e

ve an occasion, for, I am not aware that n

favorite he was certain of a comfortable and pleasant life. When she became acquainted with h

tive tone would sigh de capo. More than all this. He could sing-the model nephew-and accompany his voice with the guitar not only to the tune of "my love and I," but also to his aunt's favorite ballad, "In the shadows of the wood; in the cavern hid away." And finally there was not a fe

d vexation of spirit; and there is no profit under the sun." But it is not to be believed that Mr. Fabian's slumbers were disturbed because his wife had deserted him. No, he even preferred the company of hunger and thirst rather than that of his Ulgenie. Not that this state of mind originated from the many lectures he had received from his wife

one much to smoothe her ruffled temper, Mrs. Ulric

rsonage, dear Ulgenie? I wish to ride down there

ng with you. He would like to see the young l

eclined the pleasure of going, and the first smile which the young man had received from hi

disappoint his young

at I should attempt to do so; and you Fabian," she added extending her arms towards her husband,