With swelling breast, breathless, Schlosser till now had looked on all that had passed; but at this fearful sight the last spark of firmness failed him, he closed his eyes and sank lifeless on the ground.
When he awoke he was lying before the entrance to the cave; near him a sack filled with beaten gold and silver.
He looked in vain for his companion, who must have already gone away, if the terror caused by the awful fate of his friend had not killed him.
Schlosser was as if paralysed, and could scarcely drag himself to the village near by.
He, however, soon recovered, moved from Osterhagen to Andreasburg, where he built a handsome house, and never forgot that it was through his wife's forethought that wealth and happiness had been won.
The Bell-Founder of Stolberg.
The traditions of the apprentices' pillar in Roslin Chapel, and of the bell-founder in Breslau, bear a strong resemblance to this of Stolberg.
There was once a bell-founder in Stolberg who was a master worthy of honour, skilled in counsel and deed.
He had already cast many bells, yellow and white, the poem tells us, for churches and chapels, to the praise and glory of God.