牧羊人彼得·克劳斯（4）
he looked for his goats, but they ht. he called, but not one of them came to him. he started out to seek them, but the hills rorass. he rubbed his eyes to make sure that he e!strange!” he muttered. “i o back to the village and see if the beasts are there.”
his legs slo e spread out before him at the bottom of the valley. it e of sittendorf; he could not see that it had changed. he hurried along to the main road, hoping to find his flock there. but not a goat could he see.
before reaching the village he met a number of people; but they ers to him, and they looked at him so queerly that he did not dare to ask any questions. in the village the ers to him. he noticed that some of them stroked their chins and laughed; and much about it, he put his hand to his o!
“ah, me!” thought he. “am i mad, and has all the one mad too? e street above them reat kyffhauser mountain looking just as it did reatly altered. the roof inning to fall in; the door es; the rooms e dog came round the corner and snarled at him. a strange man in the next dooryard looked over the fence and told him to go aathered around him. they -hing at his long beard and his tattered clothes. a htful than the rest asked him oats and i find everything and everybody lost. does anybody knoht hoe faces and asked, “o. nobody has heard from him since.”
poor peter klaus looked around him, more dazed than ever. his lips quivered pitifully as he asked, “then for nearly tht that he had seen both of the old and handsome and of about his oe. he htly young mother, do a little girl about four years of age, and on her arm gered and rubbed his eyes, and leaned against the oat-herd?” he stammered.
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