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CHAPTER XIV. 



THE FALL. TO HOHENBURG AJSTD KREUTH. 



COMFORTABLY smoking his pipe, I found Reitsch sit- 

 ting over a tankard of ale with a companion. Without 

 asking his name I knew at once it must be Hohenadel. 

 Before starting for the mountains a friend had said 

 to me, "If you go to Glass Hiitten, mind you see 

 Hohenadel; he is an Ur-mensch" a primeval man. 

 And in truth many such are not be found. He is 

 very tall, broad-chested, sinewy-armed, and his mus- 

 cular legs seem as though they could support a world; 

 he certainly would stand more upright beneath the 

 load than Atlas is always represented as doing. And 

 yet, despite his height and evident strength, there is 

 nothing clumsy or even heavy in the appearance of 

 the man. His face wears a good-humoured expres- 

 sion, and gives the assurance that he is as peaceably 

 inclined as though he had no advantage over his fel- 

 lows. Woe betide him however whom he finds, rifle 

 in hand, encroaching on his domain ! Hohenadel is 



