Kabanata Kabanata 1 · UP THE MOUNTAIN TO ALM-UNCLE

. UP THE MOUNTAIN TO ALM-UNCLE

From the old and pleasantly situated village of Mayenfeld, a

footpath winds through green and shady meadows to the foot of

the mountains, which on this side look down from their stern and

lofty heights upon the valley below. The land grows gradually

wilder as the path ascends, and the climber has not gone far

before he begins to inhale the fragrance of the short grass and

sturdy mountain-plants, for the way is steep and leads directly

up to the summits above.

On a clear sunny morning in June two figures might be seen

climbing the narrow mountain path; one, a tall strong-looking

girl, the other a child whom she was leading by the hand, and

whose little checks were so aglow with heat that the crimson

color could be seen even through the dark, sunburnt skin. And

this was hardly to be wondered at, for in spite of the hot June

sun the child was clothed as if to keep off the bitterest frost.

She did not look more than five years old, if as much, but what

her natural figure was like, it would have been hard to say, for

she had apparently two, if not three dresses, one above the

other, and over these a thick red woollen shawl wound round

about her, so that the little body presented a shapeless

appearance, as, with its small feet shod in thick, nailed

mountain-shoes, it slowly and laboriously plodded its way up in

the heat. The two must have left the valley a good hour's walk

behind them, when they came to the hamlet known as Dorfli, which

is situated half-way up the mountain. Here the wayfarers met with

greetings from all sides, some calling to them from windows, some

from open doors, others from outside, for the elder girl was now

in her old home. She did not, however, pause in her walk to

respond to her friends' welcoming cries and questions, but passed

on without stopping for a moment until she reached the last of

the scattered houses of the hamlet. Here a voice called to her

from the door: "Wait a moment, Dete; if you are going up higher,

I will come with you."

The girl thus addressed stood still, and the child immediately

let go her hand and seated herself on the ground.

"Are you tired, Heidi?" asked her companion.

"No, I am hot," answered the child.

"We shall soon get to the top now. You must walk bravely on a

little longer, and take good long steps, and in another hour we

shall be there," said Dete in an encouraging voice.

They were now joined by a stout, good-natured-looking woman, who

walked on ahead with her old acquaintance, the two breaking

forth at once into lively conversation about everybody and

everything in Dorfli and its surroundings, while the child

wandered behind them.

"And where are you off to with the child?" asked the one who had

just joined the party. "I suppose it is the child your sister

left?"

"Yes," answered Dete. "I am taking her up to Uncle, where she

must stay."

"The child stay up there with Alm-Uncle! You must be out of your

senses, Dete! How can you think of such a thing! The old man,

however, will soon send you and your proposal packing off home

again!"

"He cannot very well do that, seeing that he is her grandfather.

He must do something for her. I have had the charge of the child

till now, and I can tell you, Barbel, I am not going to give up

the chance which has just fallen to me of getting a good place,

for her sake. It is for the grandfather now to do his duty by

her."

"That would be all very well if he were like other people,"

asseverated stout Barbel warmly, "but you know what he is. And

what can he do with a child, especially with one so young! The

child cannot possibly live with him. But where are you thinking

of going yourself?"

"To Frankfurt, where an extra good place awaits me," answered

Dete. "The people I am going to were down at the Baths last

summer, and it was part of my duty to attend upon their rooms.

They would have liked then to take me away with them, but I

could not leave. Now they are there again and have repeated their

offer, and I intend to go with them, you may make up your mind

to that!"

"I am glad I am not the child!" exclaimed Barbel, with a gesture

of horrified pity. "Not a creature knows anything about the old

man up there! He will have nothing to do with anybody, and never

sets his foot inside a church from one year's end to another.

When he does come down once in a while, everybody clears out of

the way of him and his big stick. The mere sight of him, with

his bushy grey eyebrows and his immense beard, is alarming

enough. He looks like any old heathen or Indian, and few would

care to meet him alone."

"Well, and what of that?" said Dete, in a defiant voice, "he is

the grandfather all the same, and must look after the child. He

is not likely to do her any harm, and if he does, he will be

answerable for it, not I."

"I should very much like to know," continued Barbel, in an

inquiring tone of voice, "what the old man has on his conscience

that he looks as he does, and lives up there on the mountain

like a hermit, hardly ever allowing himself to be seen. All kinds

of things are said about him. You, Dete, however, must certainly

have learnt a good deal concerning him from your sister--am I

not right?"

"You are right, I did, but I am not going to repeat what I

heard; if it should come to his ears I should get into trouble

about it."

Now Barbel had for long past been most anxious to ascertain

particulars about Alm-Uncle, as she could not understand why he

seemed to feel such hatred towards his fellow-creatures, and

insisted on living all alone, or why people spoke about him half

in whispers, as if afraid to say anything against him, and yet

unwilling to take his Part. Moreover, Barbel was in ignorance as

to why all the people in Dorfli called him Alm-Uncle, for he

could not possibly be uncle to everybody living there. As,

however, it was the custom, she did like the rest and called the

old man Uncle. Barbel had only lived in Dorfli since her

marriage, which had taken place not long before. Previous to

that her home had been below in Prattigau, so that she was not

well acquainted with all the events that had ever taken place,

and with all the people who had ever lived in Dorfli and its

neighborhood. Dete, on the contrary, had been born in Dorfli,

and had lived there with her mother until the death of the latter

the year before, and had then gone over to the Baths at Ragatz

and taken service in the large hotel there as chambermaid. On the

morning of this day she had come all the way from Ragatz with

the child, a friend having given them a lift in a hay-cart as far

as Mayenfeld. Barbel was therefore determined not to lose this

good opportunity of satisfying her curiosity. She put her arm

through Dete's in a confidential sort of way, and said: "I know I

can find out the real truth from you, and the meaning of all

these tales that are afloat about him. I believe you know the

whole story. Now do just tell me what is wrong with the old man,

and if he was always shunned as he is now, and was always such a

misanthrope."

"How can I possibly tell you whether he was always the same,

seeing I am only six-and-twenty and he at least seventy years of

age; so you can hardly expect me to know much about his youth.

If I was sure, however, that what I tell you would not go the

whole round of Prattigau, I could relate all kinds of things

about him; my mother came from Domleschg, and so did he."

"Nonsense, Dete, what do you mean?" replied Barbel, somewhat

offended, "gossip has not reached such a dreadful pitch in

Prattigau as all that, and I am also quite capable of holding my

tongue when it is necessary."

"Very well then, I will tell you--but just wait a moment," said

Dete in a warning voice, and she looked back to make sure that

the child was not near enough to hear all she was going to

relate; but the child was nowhere to be seen, and must have

turned aside from following her companions some time before,

while these were too eagerly occupied with their conversation to

notice it. Dete stood still and looked around her in all

directions. The footpath wound a little here and there, but

could nevertheless be seen along its whole length nearly to

Dorfli; no one, however, was visible upon it at this moment.

"I see where she is," exclaimed Barbel, "look over there!" and

she pointed to a spot far away from the footpath. "She is

climbing up the slope yonder with the goatherd and his goats. I

wonder why he is so late to-day bringing them up. It happens

well, however, for us, for he can now see after the child, and

you can the better tell me your tale."

"Oh, as to the looking after," remarked Dete, "the boy need not

put himself out about that; she is not by any means stupid for

her five years, and knows how to use her eyes. She notices all

that is going on, as I have often had occasion to remark, and

this will stand her in good stead some day, for the old man has

nothing beyond his two goats and his hut."

"Did he ever have more?" asked Barbel.

"He? I should think so indeed," replied Dete with animation; "he

was owner once of one of the largest farms in Domleschg. He was

the elder of two brothers; the younger was a quiet, orderly man,

but nothing would please the other but to play the grand

gentleman and go driving about the country and mixing with bad

company, strangers that nobody knew. He drank and gambled away

the whole of his property, and when this became known to his

mother and father they died, one shortly after the other, of

sorrow. The younger brother, who was also reduced to beggary,

went off in his anger, no one knew whither, while Uncle himself,

having nothing now left to him but his bad name, also

disappeared. For some time his whereabouts were unknown, then

some one found out that he had gone to Naples as a soldier;

after that nothing more was heard of him for twelve or fifteen

years. At the end of that time he reappeared in Domleschg,

bringing with him a young child, whom he tried to place with some

of his kinspeople. Every door, however, was shut in his face, for

no one wished to have any more to do with him. Embittered by this

treatment, he vowed never to set foot in Domleschg again, and he

then came to Dorfli, where he continued to live with his little

boy. His wife was probably a native of the Grisons, whom he had

met down there, and who died soon after their marriage. He could

not have been entirely without money, for he apprenticed his

son, Tobias, to a carpenter. He was a steady lad, and kindly

received by every one in Dorfli. The old man was, however, still

looked upon with suspicion, and it was even rumoured that he had

been forced to make his escape from Naples, or it might have gone

badly with him, for that he had killed a man, not in fair fight,

you understand, but in some brawl. We, however, did not refuse

to acknowledge our relationship with him, my great-grandmother on

my mother's side having been sister to his grandmother. So we

called him Uncle, and as through my father we are also related to

nearly every family in Dorfli, he became known all over the place

as Uncle, and since he went to live on the mountain side he has

gone everywhere by the name of Alm-Uncle."

"And what happened to Tobias?" asked Barbel, who was listening

with deep interest.

"Wait a moment, I am coming to that, but I cannot tell you

everything at once," replied Dete. "Tobias was taught his trade

in Mels, and when he had served his apprenticeship he came back

to Dorfli and married my sister Adelaide. They had always been

fond of one another, and they got on very well together after

they were married. But their happiness did not last long. Her

husband met with his death only two years after their marriage,

a beam falling upon him as he was working, and killing him on the

spot. They carried him home, and when Adelaide saw the poor

disfigured body of her husband she was so overcome with horror

and grief that she fell into a fever from which she never

recovered. She had always been rather delicate and subject to

curious attacks, during which no one knew whether she was awake

or sleeping. And so two months after Tobias had been carried to

the grave, his wife followed him. Their sad fate was the talk of

everybody far and near, and both in private and public the

general opinion was expressed that it was a punishment which

Uncle had deserved for the godless life he had led. Some went so

far even as to tell him so to his face. Our minister endeavored

to awaken his conscience and exhorted him to repentance, but the

old man grew only more wrathful and obdurate and would not speak

to a soul, and every one did their best to keep out of his way.

All at once we heard that he had gone to live up the Alm and did

not intend ever to come down again, and since then he has led

his solitary life on the mountain side at enmity with God and

man. Mother and I took Adelaide's little one, then only a year

old, into our care. When mother died last year, and I went down

to the Baths to earn some money, I paid old Ursel, who lives in

the village just above, to keep and look after the child. I

stayed on at the Baths through the winter, for as I could sew and

knit I had no difficulty in finding plenty of work, and early in

the spring the same family I had waited on before returned from

Frankfurt, and again asked me to go back with them. And so we

leave the day after to-morrow, and I can assure you, it is an

excellent place for me."

"And you are going to give the child over to the old man up

there? It surprises me beyond words that you can think of doing

such a thing, Dete," said Barbel, in a voice full of reproach.

"What do you mean?" retorted Dete. "I have done my duty by the

child, and what would you have me do with it now? I cannot

certainly take a child of five years old with me to Frankfurt.

But where are you going to yourself, Barbel; we are now half way

up the Alm?"

"We have just reached the place I wanted," answered Barbel. "I

had something to say to the goatherd's wife, who does some

spinning for me in the winter. So good-bye, Dete, and good luck

to you!"

Dete shook hands with her friend and remained standing while

Barbel went towards a small, dark brown hut, which stood a few

steps away from the path in a hollow that afforded it some

protection from the mountain wind. The hut was situated half way

up the Alm, reckoning from Dorfli, and it was well that it was

provided with some shelter, for it was so broken-down and

dilapidated that even then it must have been very unsafe as a

habitation, for when the stormy south wind came sweeping over

the mountain, everything inside it, doors and windows, shook and

rattled, and all the rotten old beams creaked and trembled. On

such days as this, had the goatherd's dwelling been standing

above on the exposed mountain side, it could not have escaped

being blown straight down into the valley without a moment's

warning.

Here lived Peter, the eleven-year-old boy, who every morning

went down to Dorfli to fetch his goats and drive them up on to

the mountain, where they were free to browse till evening on the

delicious mountain plants.

Then Peter, with his light-footed animals, would go running and

leaping down the mountain again till he reached Dorfli, and

there he would give a shrill whistle through his fingers,

whereupon all the owners of the goats would come out to fetch

home the animals that belonged to them. It was generally the

small boys and girls who ran in answer to Peter's whistle, for

they were none of them afraid of the gentle goats, and this was

the only hour of the day through all the summer months that Peter

had any opportunity of seeing his young friends, since the rest

of his time was spent alone with the goats. He had a mother and a

blind grandmother at home, it is true, but he was always obliged

to start off very early in the morning, and only got home late in

the evening from Dorfli, for he always stayed as long as he could

talking and playing with the other children; and so he had just

time enough at home, and that was all, to swallow down his bread

and milk in the morning, and again in the evening to get through

a similar meal, lie down in bed and go to sleep. His father, who

had been known also as the goatherd, having earned his living as

such when younger, had been accidentally killed while cutting

wood some years before. His mother, whose real name was Brigitta,

was always called the goatherd's wife, for the sake of old

association, while the blind grandmother was just "grandmother"

to all the old and young in the neighborhood.

Dete had been standing for a good ten minutes looking about her

in every direction for some sign of the children and the goats.

Not a glimpse of them, however, was to be seen, so she climbed

to a higher spot, whence she could get a fuller view of the

mountain as it sloped beneath her to the valley, while, with

ever-increasing anxiety on her face and in her movements, she

continued to scan the surrounding slopes. Meanwhile the children

were climbing up by a far and roundabout way, for Peter knew

many spots where all kinds of good food, in the shape of shrubs

and plants, grew for his goats, and he was in the habit of

leading his flock aside from the beaten track. The child,

exhausted with the heat and weight of her thick armor of clothes,

panted and struggled after him at first with some difficulty. She

said nothing, but her little eyes kept watching first Peter, as

he sprang nimbly hither and thither on his bare feet, clad only

in his short light breeches, and then the slim-legged goats that

went leaping over rocks and shrubs and up the steep ascents with

even greater ease. All at once she sat herself down on the

ground, and as fast as her little fingers could move, began

pulling off her shoes and stockings. This done she rose, unwound

the hot red shawl and threw it away, and then proceeded to undo

her frock. It was off in a second, but there was still another

to unfasten, for Dete had put the Sunday frock on over the

everyday one, to save the trouble of carrying it. Quick as

lightning the everyday frock followed the other, and now the

child stood up, clad only in her light short-sleeved under

garment, stretching out her little bare arms with glee. She put

all her clothes together in a tidy little heap, and then went

jumping and climbing up after Peter and the goats as nimbly as

any one of the party. Peter had taken no heed of what the child

was about when she stayed behind, but when she ran up to him in

her new attire, his face broke into a grin, which grew broader

still as he looked back and saw the small heap of clothes lying

on the ground, until his mouth stretched almost from ear to ear;

he said nothing, however. The child, able now to move at her

ease, began to enter into conversation with Peter, who had many

questions to answer, for his companion wanted to know how many

goats he had, where he was going to with them, and what he had to

do when he arrived there. At last, after some time, they and the

goats approached the hut and came within view of Cousin Dete.

Hardly had the latter caught sight of the little company climbing

up towards her when she shrieked out: "Heidi, what have you been

doing! What a sight you have made of yourself! And where are your

two frocks and the red wrapper? And the new shoes I bought, and

the new stockings I knitted for you--everything gone! not a thing

left! What can you have been thinking of, Heidi; where are all

your clothes?"

The child quietly pointed to a spot below on the mountain side

and answered, "Down there." Dete followed the direction of her

finger; she could just distinguish something lying on the

ground, with a spot of red on the top of it which she had no

doubt was the woollen wrapper.

"You good-for-nothing little thing!" exclaimed Dete angrily,

"what could have put it into your head to do like that? What

made you undress yourself? What do you mean by it?"

"I don't want any clothes," said the child, not showing any sign

of repentance for her past deed.

"You wretched, thoughtless child! have you no sense in you at

all?" continued Dete, scolding and lamenting. "Who is going all

that way down to fetch them; it's a good half-hour's walk!

Peter, you go off and fetch them for me as quickly as you can,

and don't stand there gaping at me, as if you were rooted to the

ground!"

"I am already past my time," answered Peter slowly, without

moving from the spot where he had been standing with his hands

in his pockets, listening to Dete's outburst of dismay and anger.

"Well, you won't get far if you only keep on standing there with

your eyes staring out of your head," was Dete's cross reply;

"but see, you shall have something nice," and she held out a

bright new piece of money to him that sparkled in the sun. Peter

was immediately up and off down the steep mountain side, taking

the shortest cut, and in an incredibly short space of time had

reached the little heap of clothes, which he gathered up under

his arm, and was back again so quickly that even Dete was

obliged to give him a word of praise as she handed him the

promised money. Peter promptly thrust it into his pocket and his

face beamed with delight, for it was not often that he was the

happy possessor of such riches.

"You can carry the things up for me as far as Uncle's, as you are

going the same way," went on Dete, who was preparing to continue

her climb up the mountain side, which rose in a steep ascent

immediately behind the goatherd's hut. Peter willingly undertook

to do this, and followed after her on his bare feet, with his

left arm round the bundle and the right swinging his goatherd's

stick, while Heidi and the goats went skipping and jumping

joyfully beside him. After a climb of more than three-quarters

of an hour they reached the top of the Alm mountain. Uncle's hut

stood on a projection of the rock, exposed indeed to the winds,

but where every ray of sun could rest upon it, and a full view

could be had of the valley beneath. Behind the hut stood three

old fir trees, with long, thick, unlopped branches. Beyond these

rose a further wall of mountain, the lower heights still

overgrown with beautiful grass and plants, above which were

stonier slopes, covered only with scrub, that led gradually up

to the steep, bare rocky summits.

Against the hut, on the side looking towards the valley, Uncle

had put up a seat. Here he was sitting, his pipe in his mouth

and his hands on his knees, quietly looking out, when the

children, the goats and Cousin Dete suddenly clambered into view.

Heidi was at the top first. She went straight up to the old man,

put out her hand, and said, "Good-evening, Grandfather."

"So, so, what is the meaning of this?" he asked gruffly, as he

gave the child an abrupt shake of the hand, and gazed long and

scrutinisingly at her from under his bushy eyebrows. Heidi

stared steadily back at him in return with unflinching gaze, for

the grandfather, with his long beard and thick grey eyebrows that

grew together over his nose and looked just like a bush, was

such a remarkable appearance, that Heidi was unable to take her

eyes off him. Meanwhile Dete had come up, with Peter after her,

and the latter now stood still a while to watch what was going

on.

"I wish you good-day, Uncle," said Dete, as she walked towards

him, "and I have brought you Tobias and Adelaide's child. You

will hardly recognise her, as you have never seen her since she

was a year old."

"And what has the child to do with me up here?" asked the old

man curtly. "You there," he then called out to Peter, "be off

with your goats, you are none too early as it is, and take mine

with you."

Peter obeyed on the instant and quickly disappeared, for the old

man had given him a look that made him feel that he did not want

to stay any longer.

"The child is here to remain with you," Dete made answer. "I

have, I think, done my duty by her for these four years, and now

it is time for you to do yours."

"That's it, is it?" said the old man, as he looked at her with a

flash in his eye. "And when the child begins to fret and whine

after you, as is the way with these unreasonable little beings,

what am I to do with her then?"

"That's your affair," retorted Dete. "I know I had to put up

with her without complaint when she was left on my hands as an

infant, and with enough to do as it was for my mother and self.

Now I have to go and look after my own earnings, and you are the

next of kin to the child. If you cannot arrange to keep her, do

with her as you like. You will be answerable for the result if

harm happens to her, though you have hardly need, I should think,

to add to the burden already on your conscience."

Now Dete was not quite easy in her own conscience about what she

was doing, and consequently was feeling hot and irritable, and

said more than she had intended. As she uttered her last words,

Uncle rose from his seat. He looked at her in a way that made

her draw back a step or two, then flinging out his arm, he said

to her in a commanding voice: "Be off with you this instant, and

get back as quickly as you can to the place whence you came, and

do not let me see your face again in a hurry."

Dete did not wait to be told twice. "Good-bye to you then, and

to you too, Heidi," she called, as she turned quickly away and

started to descend the mountain at a running pace, which she did

not slacken till she found herself safely again at Dorfli, for

some inward agitation drove her forwards as if a steam-engine

was at work inside her. Again questions came raining down upon

her from all sides, for every one knew Dete, as well as all

particulars of the birth and former history of the child, and

all wondered what she had done with it. From every door and

window came voices calling: "Where is the child?" "Where have you

left the child, Dete?" and more and more reluctantly Dete made

answer, "Up there with Alm-Uncle!" "With Alm-Uncle, have I not

told you so already?"

Then the women began to hurl reproaches at her; first one cried

out, "How could you do such a thing!" then another, "To think of

leaving a helpless little thing up there,"--while again and

again came the words, "The poor mite! the poor mite!" pursuing

her as she went along. Unable at last to bear it any longer Dete

ran forward as fast as she could until she was beyond reach of

their voices. She was far from happy at the thought of what she

had done, for the child had been left in her care by her dying

mother. She quieted herself, however, with the idea that she

would be better able to do something for the child if she was

earning plenty of money, and it was a relief to her to think

that she would soon be far away from all these people who were

making such a fuss about the matter, and she rejoiced further

still that she was at liberty now to take such a good place.