“I would not place on young shoulders what I find tire a well-knit pair,” said the traveller, glancing at young Karl. “But perhaps he may like to get some of the contents of my pack inside his head,” he added.
“Down his mouth, I suppose you mean,” said the old man, laughing. “Is it food or liquor you carry in your pack?”
“No, indeed, friend,” answered the traveller. “Yet it is food, of a sort food for the mind, and better still, food for the soul. Is your soul ever hungry, friend?”
“I know not what you mean,” answered the old man. “I have a soul, I know, for the priest tells me so; and so have my relatives who have gone before me, as I know to my cost; for they make me pay pretty roundly to get their souls out of purgatory. I hope Karl there will in his turn pay for mine when I die.”
“Ah, friend, yes, I see how it is,” said the traveller. “Your soul wants a different sort of nourishment from what it ever has had. I have great hopes that the contents of my pack will afford it that nourishment.”
The traveller was walking on all this time with the old man and Karl, behind the asses. Karl kept looking up in the former’s face with an inquiring glance, the expression of his countenance varying as the traveller continued his remarks.
“I will not keep you in suspense any longer,” said the traveller. “My pack contains copies of that most precious book which has lately been translated into our mother tongue by Dr Martin Luther, and from which alone we have any authority for the Christian faith we profess. I have besides several works by the same learned author, as also works by other writers.”
“I wish that I could read them,” said the old man, with a sigh; “but if I had the power I have not the time, and my eyes are somewhat dim by lamplight. Karl there was taught to read last winter by a young man who was stopping at my cottage, and whom I took in, having found him with a broken leg in the forest.”
“Oh, grandfather, why he taught you also to read almost as well as I do!” said Karl. “All you have been wishing for has been a book in big print, and perhaps if the merchant has one he will sell it to you.”
“We will examine the contents of my pack when we get to your cottage, my friend, and I daresay something will be found to suit you,” observed the traveller. “If you have made a beginning, you will soon be able to read these books, and I am sure when once you have begun you will be eager to go on.”