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went off with a report which was heard even on
Gurlita Cliff.
But whatever he aimed at, the bear fell. That is
always the case when you shoot with a silver bullet.
You hit the bear in the heart even if you aim at
Charles’ Wain.
The people rushed out at once from all the cottages
near, wondering what had happened, for never
did a shot sound louder or awake so many sleeping
echoes as that did, and the sexton was greatly
praised, for the bear was a real trouble to all the
country-side.
Little Faber also came out, but Major Fuchs
was cruelly deceived. There stood the sexton, highly
honored by his neighbors, and he had saved Faber’s
own cows, yet the little organist was neither
touched nor thankful. He did not open his arms
to the sexton as to a brother-in-law and a hero.
The Major wrinkled his brows and stamped his
foot in anger at such narrow-mindedness. He
wanted to explain to the avaricious, mean little man
what a feat had been done, but he began to stammer
so, he could not get a word out. And he grew
more and more angry at the thought of having
uselessly sacrificed the great honor of killing the bear.
Oh! it was simply impossible for him to conceive
how the man who had accomplished such a feat
was not accounted worthy of winning the proudest
bride.
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