. Pictures in Tyrol and elsewhere. n mothers—they look so good and hard-working and thrifty, though often so very poor, as thoughthey might tell you sad stories of Hans being a Wildschiitz,and Jacob far too much given to quarrels over theBranntwein, and that they and the little cows had to doall the work, yet the good Grod gave His blessing, and theHeine had never wanted for bread. But all this time the dancing was going on fast andfurious, till the great beams swung again, and the boardsrose and fell with the hurrying feet. A little old man, themaster of the ceremonies, worked himself almost
. Pictures in Tyrol and elsewhere. n mothers—they look so good and hard-working and thrifty, though often so very poor, as thoughthey might tell you sad stories of Hans being a Wildschiitz,and Jacob far too much given to quarrels over theBranntwein, and that they and the little cows had to doall the work, yet the good Grod gave His blessing, and theHeine had never wanted for bread. But all this time the dancing was going on fast andfurious, till the great beams swung again, and the boardsrose and fell with the hurrying feet. A little old man, themaster of the ceremonies, worked himself almost into a fitin his excitement and eagerness. Standing in the centreof the room he shouted and stamped in time to the music,despotically marshalling his dancers, giving his ordersright and left with vehement clappings, wiping his heatedbrows at every pause, and swallowing beer from manyglasses hospitably held out for his acceptance. We made our way through the throng to one cornerwliere the bride and bridegroom were seated solemnly. THE ZILLER-THAL. 85 drinking. We had all to shake hands, with hearty goodwishes, and to pledge them in some very sour liquid, likesteel filings on edge, diluted with vinegar. They were ofthe peasant farmer class, neither very young. The mantall and ungainly, working off his awkwardness in offersof beer, and looking uncomfortably conscious of his long-tailed coat and heavy hat, which, as full dress, was derigueur on the occasion. The bride was by no meanspretty, but she spoke happily of their little cottage on thehills, and tried to do her part by asking the gentlemen todance, and quietly accepting their apologies, thanking usfor coming to them, and then relapsing into that stolidcalm which nature and constant association with theirdumb beasts teaches them, and which civilisation hasimproved into the apathy of perfect good-breeding ! The dancing was perfect, the men changing theirpartners in the middle of a waltz without losing a fiddlers pla
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