CHAPTER I

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.

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