. Germany;. es could speak ! Halfan hours walk from Augsburg brings us toWdrishofen, the village of Father Kneipe, whointroduced the cold water cure that has found somany adherents. Going southwards we are charmed by our firstview of the Ammersee, one of the many beautifullakes of Bavaria. Mountains shelter its easternshores. The surface of the lake is mirrored insunshine, and pleasure yachts and steamersalternate with market barges to give it a sign ofhuman activity, and to invest it with the interestof holiday recreation. Yet the heart of this lakekeeps the secret of many a tragic story. An
. Germany;. es could speak ! Halfan hours walk from Augsburg brings us toWdrishofen, the village of Father Kneipe, whointroduced the cold water cure that has found somany adherents. Going southwards we are charmed by our firstview of the Ammersee, one of the many beautifullakes of Bavaria. Mountains shelter its easternshores. The surface of the lake is mirrored insunshine, and pleasure yachts and steamersalternate with market barges to give it a sign ofhuman activity, and to invest it with the interestof holiday recreation. Yet the heart of this lakekeeps the secret of many a tragic story. An oldballad may illustrate, as it says : A willow stands by the Ammersee Whose branches bend down to the flood : Farewell, my golden-haired darling, to thee ;Im my kings to my last drop of blood. Sweet ist to caress as our boats thus lieWhere the waters murmur in Ammersee. Who knows but in some fierce fight I may die ?Farewell now, my darling, to thee. STARXBERGER SEE [n the distance the Alps in evening BAVARIA 63 His boat he unfastens, his hat he the waters murmur in Ammersee. When the king calls, at danger a soldier scoffs ;Farewell now, my treasure, to thee. A year passes by, and a lonely grave Holds the brave one so heedless of danger; And over its head gnarled willow trees waveFar away in the land of the stranger. They sigh in the wind, and the wind bears the breathWhere the waters murmur in Ammersee : Fair maiden, our waters bewail thee in now, my treasure, to thee. This ballad reveals to us tragedies thatfrequently fall to the lot of the peasantry, whogive their sons and sweethearts to the militaryservice of king and country. An old farmer fromthe banks of the Ammer had three sons who wentwith their regiments to France in 1870. He heardnothing from them, and so he went in his anxietyto Munich to inquire at the War Office. Whatabout my son Sepp? He fell at St. Privat. And Fred ? He died in a charge beforeMetz. And Rudolph ? He was shot thr
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