Dreadful gloom enveloped the frightened man. Only the treasure in the chest glittered dismally.
A long-drawn sigh trembled through the chamber. He threw the too-late-brought money, at the same time crossing himself, into the trunk, which immediately closed, and with the dead maiden disappeared.
An awful roaring arose. Benumbed with terror, he fled from the chamber, that fell in behind him, and through the passages, that seemed to him suddenly falling into ruins.
A tumbling stone struck him so violently on the heel that he was always obliged to wear slippers after, and from that day he never recovered his spirits.
The Three Brothers of Zellerfeld.
There once lived three brothers in Zellerfeld who were hunters. They went together one day hunting to the Schalk, when the youngest saw three partridges, and shot at one of them.
He thought he had struck the bird, but it flew away, and he followed it to the top of the mountain where it disappeared.
The young hunter searched the spot carefully where the bird had vanished, and found an opening, which he marked, and then went back and called his two brothers.
All three entered the opening, and came soon to a large room containing a well-served meal on the table, and chairs placed ready.