The Rider on the White Horse | Page 6

they were getting fish out of the
open cracks.

God knows, the schoolmaster interrupted himself, there are all sorts of
things on earth that could confuse a Christian heart, but Hauke was
neither a fool nor a blockhead.
As I made no response, he wanted to go on. But among the other guests,
who till now had listened without making a sound, only filling the low
room more and more thickly with tobacco smoke, there arose a sudden
stir. First one, then another, then all turned toward the window. Outside,
as one could see through the uncurtained glass, the storm was driving
the clouds, and light and dark were chasing one another; but it seemed
to me too as if I had seen the haggard rider whiz by on his white horse.
"Wait a little, schoolmaster," said the dikemaster in a low voice.
"You don't need to be afraid, dikemaster," laughed the little narrator. "I
have not slandered him and have no reason to do so"--and he looked up
at him with his small clever eyes.
"All right," said the other. "Let your glass be filled again!" And when
that had been done and the listeners, most of them with rather anxious
faces, had turned to him again, he went on with his story:
Living thus by himself and liking best to associate only with sand and
water and with scenes of solitude, Hauke grew into a long lean fellow.
It was a year after his confirmation that his life was suddenly changed,
and this came about through the old white Angora cat which old Trin
Jans's son, who later perished at sea, had brought her on his return from
a voyage to Spain. Trin lived a good way out on the dike in a little hut,
and when the old woman did her chores in the house, this monster of a
cat used to sit in front of the house door and blink into the summer day
and at the peewits that flew past. When Hauke went by, the cat mewed
at him and Hauke nodded; both knew how each felt toward the other.
Now it was spring and Hauke, as he was accustomed to do, often lay
out on the dike, already farther out near the water, between beach pinks
and the fragrant sea-wormwood, and let the strong sun shine on him.
He had gathered his pockets full of pebbles up on the higher land the
day before, and when at low tide the sand flats were laid bare and the

little gay strand snipes whisked across them screaming, he quickly
pulled out a stone and threw it after the birds. He had practiced this
from earliest childhood on, and usually one of the birds remained lying
on the ground; but often it was impossible to get at it. Hauke had
sometimes thought of taking the cat with him and training him as a
retriever. But there were hard places here and there on the sand; in that
case he ran and got his prey himself. On his way back, if the cat was
still sitting in front of the house door, the animal would utter piercing
cries of uncontrollable greed until Hauke threw him one of the birds he
had killed.
To-day when he walked home, carrying his jacket on his shoulder, he
was taking home only one unknown bird, but that seemed to have
wings of gay silk and metal; and the cat mewed as usual when he saw
him coming. But this time Hauke did not want to give up his prey--it
may have been an ice bird--and he paid no attention to the greed of the
animal. "Wait your turn!" he called to him. "To-day for me, to-morrow
for you; this is no food for a cat!"
As the cat came carefully sneaking along, Hauke stood and looked at it:
the bird was hanging from his hand, and the cat stood still with its paw
raised. But it seemed that the young man did not know his cat friend
too well, for, while he had turned his back on it and was just going on
his way, he felt that with a sudden jerk his booty was torn from him,
and at the same time a sharp claw cut into his flesh. A rage like that of
a beast of prey shot into the young man's blood; wildly he stretched out
his arm and in a flash had clutched the robber by his neck. With his fist
he held the powerful animal high up and choked it until its eyes bulged
out among its rough hairs, not heeding that the strong hind paws were
tearing his flesh. "Hello!" he shouted, and clutched him still more
tightly; "let's see which of us two can stand it the