Canzler— It is Fritz.
Selma—- The trees—the trees are singing.
The wild vines and the mountain flowers—Oh!
O Father, see!
Canzler— What ails you, child?
Selma—The elves—the storm elves gather in the air,
And up the mountain there—
Hear them, Father! Hear the fairies calling!
Oh, the white flakes! The dog-wood blooms are falling!
(She runs wildly up the path.)
He's coming, Father! Oswald's coming!
(She disappears among the bushes. In the rear Fritz is seen climbing up the mountain.)
Fritz— (Who goes leaping on up the rocks.)
Chief!
Canzler—Here I am.
(Fritz leaps back down to the ledge and comes hurrying forward.)