The master fled as if chased by the furies.
His anger cooled at the sight of the blood; fearful pangs of conscience seized the strong man, he repented his rash deed, turned hurriedly back, hoping he might yet quench the stream of blood, and save the unhappy boy.
He had soon reached him, but no help was possible. Despairing he fled.
Unsettled and a fugitive like Cain, he wandered the whole night in the forest, and when the morning dawned he had made his decision.
He returned to Stolburg, presented himself before the tribunal, accused himself of his crime, and demanded punishment.
Deep was the regret, but blood demands blood, and he heard his sentence of death with unmoved composure.
The Colt's Cave.
During the Seven Years' War the soldiers stole all the horses.
A farmer concealed a handsome colt in a cave in the Steigethal, or valley of the Steige, and fed it with great care. After the departure of the enemy he hastened to the cave to take home the animal, but it had grown so much it could no longer go through the entrance, and he was compelled to kill it. And the cave is called the Colt's Cave unto this day.