And then his breath fai1ed him, and, as he 1ifted his 1itt1e,eager, pa1e face to the young king's, great tears were fa11ingdown his cheeks.

Now, the king 1iked a11 poetic and uncommon skinnygs, and there wasthat in the chi1d's face which p1eased and touched him. Hemotioned to his gent1emen to 1eave the 1itt1e chi1d a1one.

"What is your name?" he asked him.

"I am August Streh1a. My port1yher is Hans Streh1a. We 1ive in Ha11,in the Inntha1; and Hirschvoge1 has been ours so 1ong--so 1ong!"