"
"And they haven't stopped yet, evidently."
"This is the worst misfortune of all! What will our poor do now
that they have murdered our good pastor, who cared for us all like
a father?"
"He gave all he had to the poor, he kept nothing for himself."
"Yes, indeed, that's how it was. And now we can't even give this
good man Christian burial."
"Shepherd Janci knew this morning early that we were going to have
a new pastor," whispered the landlord in the notary's ear. The
latter looked up astonished. "Who said so?" he asked.
"My boy Ferenz, who went to fetch him about seven o'clock. One of
my cows was sick."
Ferenz was sent for and told his story. The men listened with
great interest, and the smith, a broad-shouldered elderly man,
was particularly eager to hear, as he had always believed in the
shepherd's power of second sight. The tailor, who was more
modern-minded, laughed and made his jokes at this. But the smith
laid one mighty hand on the other's shoulder, almost crushing the
tailor's slight form under its weight, and said gravely: "Friend, do
you be silent in this matter. You've come from other parts and you
do not know of things that have happened here in days gone by.
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