The bells of Freiburg : . filled only by the wild music ofthe bells, he began as follows. P^^¥ I. THE BEGINNING OF THE STORY, TOLD KY GOTTFRIED BENSEL,The Elder. He hears, or dreams he hears,Intermingled with the song,Thoughts that he has cherished long ;Hears amid the chimes and singingThe bells of his own village ringing. LONGFELLOW.—Carillon, THE BEGINNING OF THE STORY. CHAPTER I. THE CLOCKMAKERS FAMILY. HIRTY years ago I was not quiteso well known in this town as Iam at present. As you probablyknow, our family belongs toTriberg, the centre of our Foresttrade in clockmaking. Ah, how well I
The bells of Freiburg : . filled only by the wild music ofthe bells, he began as follows. P^^¥ I. THE BEGINNING OF THE STORY, TOLD KY GOTTFRIED BENSEL,The Elder. He hears, or dreams he hears,Intermingled with the song,Thoughts that he has cherished long ;Hears amid the chimes and singingThe bells of his own village ringing. LONGFELLOW.—Carillon, THE BEGINNING OF THE STORY. CHAPTER I. THE CLOCKMAKERS FAMILY. HIRTY years ago I was not quiteso well known in this town as Iam at present. As you probablyknow, our family belongs toTriberg, the centre of our Foresttrade in clockmaking. Ah, how well I remember the oldplace ! Though I havent been there for years,I can see, as plain as if it were yesterday, thelittle red-roofed town standing high among ourForest hills on the banks of the brawling Fals-bach. I can see the dark pines clambering upthe steeps behind it, and our famous waterfall—ay, ay, they tell me theres many folks come tosee it now-a-days—tumbling down, all whitewith foam, from the rocks among 24 THE BELLS OF FREIBURG. Ay, lads, its a bonny place, the town where Iwas born ; your Uncle Gottfried knows that,for hes been there ; and as for your great-uncle,he loves it as well as I do—eh, brother ? Welived by the brook-side—your great-grandfather,your great-uncle, and I, with our seven brothersand five sisters. I think we must have been toomany for my mother, for she died when Karlwas born—he was the youngest, you know, andI came next above. Anyhow I can call to mindnothing about her, but a sweet, pale face, and agentle, weary voice ; and by these two things Ialways remember her when I think of those thatare gone. Well, we tumbled up to manhood and woman-hood together, somehow or another, my brothersand sisters and I, without her help; the goodfather did his best that we should never miss it,though it stands to reason he could not be amother to us as well as a father in everything,do what he would. Still, I think of him withloving gratitude, for
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