"The Forest Farm: Tales of the Austrian Tyrol" by Peter Rosegger. Published by Good Press. Good Press publishes a wide range of titles that encompasses every genre. From well-known classics & literary fiction and non-fiction to forgotten−or yet undiscovered gems−of world literature, we issue the books that need to be read. Each Good Press edition has been meticulously edited and formatted to boost readability for all e-readers and devices. Our goal is to produce eBooks that are user-friendly and accessible to everyone in a high-quality digital format.
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Peter Rosegger. The Forest Farm: Tales of the Austrian Tyrol
The Forest Farm: Tales of the Austrian Tyrol
Table of Contents
Peter Rosegger. A Biographical Note
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I. My Father and I
II. How I Gave God My Sunday Jacket
III. Christmas Eve
IV. A Last Will and Testament
V. How Little Maxel's House was Burned Down
VI. Three Hundred and Sixty-four Nights and a Night
VII. How the White Kid Died
VIII. Children of the World in the Forest
IX. How Meisensepp Died
X. The Corpus Christi Altar
XI. About Kickel, who went to Prison
XII. How I Came to the Plough
XIII. The Recruit
XIV. A Forgotten Land
XV. The Schoolmaster
XVI. The Stag on the Wall[17]
XVII. Forest-Lily in the Snow
XVIII. The Sacred Cornfield
XIX. About my Mother
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Peter Rosegger
Published by Good Press, 2021
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Up in the choir they were tuning fiddles and trumpets and drums, and, just as the little bell on the door of the sacristy rang, and the priest in his glittering vestments, accompanied by acolytes and tall lantern-bearers, passed over the crimson carpet to the altar, the organ burst forth in all its strength, joined by a blast of trumpets and roll of drums.
The incense smoke was rising, and shrouding the shining high altar in a veil. Thus the High Mass began, and thus it shone and sounded and rang in the middle of the night. Throughout the offertory all the instruments were silent, only two clear voices sang a lovely shepherd-song; and during the Benedictus a clarionet and two horns slow and softly crooned the cradle-song. During the Gospel and the Elevation we heard the cuckoo and nightingale in the choir, just as in the midst of the sunny spring-time.
