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The Mysterious Stranger, and Other Stories

The Mysterious Stranger, and Other Stories

Author: Mark Twain
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Chapter 1 No.1

Word Count: 2931    |    Released on: 01/12/2017

ipal judge of the local court; Seppi Wohlmeyer, son of the keeper of the principal inn, the "Golden Stag," which had a nice garden, with shade trees reaching down to the riverside, and pleasure boats

as the birds knew them; for we were always roaming them when we had leisure-at least, wh

explained the character of it and how to make a pleasant drink out of it, and now he always kept coffee by him, to drink himself and also to astonish the ignorant with. When it stormed he kept us all night; and while it thundered and lightened outside he told us about ghosts and horrors of every kind, and of battles and murders and mutilations, and such things, and made it pleasant and cozy inside; and he told these things from his own experience largely. He had seen many ghosts

ght and floated noiseless through the air, and then disappeared; and we scarcely trembled, he had taught us so well. He said it came up sometimes in the night and woke him by passing its clammy hand over his face, but it did him no hurt; it only wanted sympathy and notice. But the strangest thing was that he had seen angels-actual angels out of heaven-and had talked with them. They had no wings

up into the hills on the left to a woody hill-top which was a favorite place of ours, and there we stretched out on the grass in the shade to rest and smoke and talk

m. He had new and good clothes on, and was handsome and had a winning face and a pleasant voice, and was easy and graceful and unembarrassed, not slouchy and awkward and diffident, like other boys. We wanted to be friendly with him, but didn

t is easy; I w

as yearningly pleading for us to stay, and giving us his word that he would not do us any harm, but only wanted to be friends with us and have company. So we stopped and stood, and wanted to go back, being full of curiosity and wonder, but afraid to venture. He went on coa

ingly as he did; no, he won us over, and it was not long before we were content and comfortable and chatty, and glad we had found this new friend. When the feeling of constrain

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won't. Please

ut you mustn't forget

d it was a lump of ice the shape of the cup. We were astonished and charmed, but not afraid any more; we were very glad to be there, and asked him to

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ape

ue. And they were of the best, too, and we ate the

ng else your appetites call for; and you need not name the thing y

s. He made a tiny toy squirrel out of clay, and it ran up a tree and sat on a limb overhead and barked down at us. Then he made a dog that was not much larger than a mouse, and it treed the squirrel and danced about the tree, excited

ld to ask him to

and set another bird free and cla

ings in pails on their heads, just as our work-women have always done, and the men laying the courses of masonry-five hundred of these toy people swarming briskly about and working diligently and wiping the sweat off their faces as natural as life. In the absorbing interest of watching those five hundred little people make the castle grow step by step and course by course, and take shape and symmetry, that feeling and awe soon passed away and we were quite comfortable and at home again. We asked if we might make some people, and he said yes, and tol

to pieces-a cannon, a halberdier, and a horse. Satan laughed, and asked what was the

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is my

did not seem to notice that, but mended our halberdiers and things with a touch, handi

aid Seppi; "I didn

Fall he wa

kolaus, "he wa

; "there is not a better. He is the on

at it is just a fearful joy to be alive and look at it; and you know how you gaze, and your lips turn dry and your breath comes short, but you wouldn't be anywhere but there, not for the world. I was burstin

hat I was a little child a thousand years old I was his second favorite among the nursery angels of our blood and

t-tho

said: "No, the Fall did not affect me nor the rest of the relationship. It was only he that I was named for who ate of the fruit of the tree and then beguiled the man and the woman with it. We others are still ignorant of sin; we are not able to commit it; we are without blemish, and shall abide in that estate always. We-" Two of the little workmen were quarreling, and in buzzing little bumblebee voices they we

her solar systems far away in the remotenesses of space, and about the customs of the immortals that inhabit them, somehow fascinating us, enchanting us, charming us in spite of the pitiful scene that was now under our eyes, for the wives of the little dead men had found the crushed and shapeless bodies and were crying over them, and sobbing and lamenting, and a priest was kneeling there with his hands crossed upon his breast, praying; and crowds and crowds of pitying friends were massed about them, reverently uncovered, with their bare heads bowed, and many with the tears running down-a scene which Satan paid no attention to until the small noise of the weeping and praying

ything; we could only listen to him, and love him, and be his slaves, to do with us as he would. He made us drunk with the joy of being

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