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(1919) [MARC] Author: Dikken Zwilgmeyer
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Well, then 1 did something unspeakably
stupid. Instead of going the way the cows
had taken (which of course led right to
Kas-par’s farm), Karl and I went exactly the
op-posite way, farther into the forest. Ugh! how
could any one he such a stupid donkey! I’m
disgusted whenever I think of it.

Karl and I walked on and on for an eternity
it seemed. It grew darker and darker and the
air was full of mysterious sounds, low
murmurs and rustlings; my heart thumped
fright-fully. Just think, if we had to stav in the
forest all night when it was pitch dark!
Sup-pose we never found our way out to people
again––-

Oh, that big, hig forest!

I did not cry once, I didn’t dåre to, you see,
for Karls sake. I just stared and listened,
and the fores’t murmured softly—softly, the
whole time.

Once in a while we sat down and then Karl
would weep bitterly with his head in my lap,
poor little fellow!

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