e the terms together.'

"Lorenz and the farmer came to an agreement, and the only speech my
brother made me at parting was, 'If you come home before the winter you
shall be well flogged.'

"I was a goatherd for a whole summer. It was a pleasant enough life,
and I was constantly singing; but often the words rang in my ears 'What
is the price of the lad?' and I felt as if I had been sold like Joseph
in Egypt. Like him, my brother sold me, but I never became a great man.

"I returned home when winter came. I was not well used at home, but
then I did not deserve to be so. In the spring I said to my father,
'Give me a hundred gulden's worth of clocks, and I will take them about
the country to sell.' 'You are more likely to get a hundred boxes on
the ear,' said my brother Lorenz, on hearing this.

"At that time the whole business had devolved on him, and the household
also. Our father was in bad health, and our mother did not venture to
interfere. In those days women were not so much thought of as now, and
I think on that very account they were better off, and their husbands
too. I then contrived to persuade a pedlar to take me with him, to
carry his clocks. I was almost bent double with fatigue, and often
suffered miserably from hunger, and yet never could escape from my
tyrant. I was as much under the yoke as any carthorse, but the latter
is not allowed to starve, because its value would be gone. I sometimes
thought of robbing my master, and running away, but then again, as a
penance for my wicked thoughts, I would determine to stay with my
tormentor.

"In spite of all I remained both honest and healthy. I must relate one
circumstance here, because it is connected with my subsequent history,
and cost me dear. I went to Spain with Anton Striegler. We were in a
large village about twenty miles from Valencia; it was a fine summer
afternoon, and we were sitting outside a posada, as an inn is called in
Spain, chatting to each other. A handsome young man, with large black
eyes, was passing; but, on hearing us talking, he stood still all of a
sudden, and begun throwing up his arms as if he were mad. I gave
Striegler a push to look at him, when the lad rushed up to us, and
seized Striegler's hand. 'What were you speaking?' asked he, in
Spanish. 'That is no one's business,' said Striegler, also in Spanish.
'What language was it?' asked the Spaniard again. 'German,' said
Striegler. The young man grasped the holy effigy he wore r