What Sami Sings with the Birds | Page 2

military expeditions and had not returned home
until he was an old man. He always wore an old uniform and allowed

himself to be called sergeant. Then he married and Mary Ann's father
was his only child. The old man lived to be a hundred years old, and
every child in all the region round knew the old sergeant.
Mary Ann had three brothers, but as soon as one of them grew up he
disappeared, she knew not where. Only this much she understood, that
her mother mourned over them, but her father said quite resignedly
every time: "We can't help it, they will go over the mountains; they
take it from their grandfather." She had never heard anything more
about her brothers.
When Mary Ann grew up and married, her young husband also came
into the house among the pear-trees, for her father was old and could no
longer do his work alone. But after a few years Mary Ann buried her
young husband; a burning fever had taken him off. Then came hard
times for the widow. She had her child, little Sami, to care for, besides
her old, infirm parents to look after, and moreover there was all the
work to be done in the house and in the fields which until now her
husband had attended to. She did what she could, but it was of no use,
the land had to be given up to a cousin. The house was mortgaged, and
Mary Ann hardly knew how to keep her old parents from want.
Gradually young Sami grew up and was able to help the cousin in the
fields. Then the old parents died about the same time, and Mary Ann
hoped now by hard work and her son's help little by little to pay up her
debts and once more take possession of her fields and house. But as
soon as her father and mother were buried, her son Sami, who was now
eighteen years old, came to her and said he could no longer bear to stay
at home, he must go over the mountains and so begin a new life. This
was a great shock to the mother, but when she saw that persuasion,
remonstrance and entreaty were all in vain her father's words came to
her mind and she said resignedly, "It can't be helped; he takes it from
his great-grandfather."
But she would not let the young man go away alone, and he was glad to
have his mother go with him. So she wandered with him over the
mountains. In the little village of Chailly, which lies high up on the
mountain slope and looks down on the meadows rich in flowers and the

blue Lake Geneva, they found work with the jolly wine-grower Malon.
This man, with curly hair already turning grey and a kindly round face,
lived alone with his son in the only house left standing, near a crooked
maple-tree.
Mary Ann received a room for herself and was to keep house for Herr
Malon, and keep everything in order for him and his son. Sami was to
work for good pay in Malon's beautiful vineyard. The widow Mary
Ann passed several years here in a more peaceful way than she had
ever known before.
When the fourth Summer came to an end, Sami said to her one day:
"Mother, I must really marry young Marietta of St. Legier, for I am so
lonely away from her."
His mother knew Marietta well and besides she liked the pretty, clever
girl, for she was not only always happy but there were few girls so
good and industrious. So she rejoiced with her son, although he would
have to go away from her to live with Marietta and her aged father in St.
Legier, for she was indispensable to him. Herr Malon's son also
brought a young wife home, and so Mary Ann had no more duties there,
and had to look out for herself. She kept her room for a small rent, and
was able to earn enough to support herself. She now knew many people
in the neighborhood, and obtained enough work.
Mary Ann pondered over all these things, and when her thoughts
returned from the distant past to the present moment, and she still heard
the birds above her singing and rejoicing untiringly, she said to herself:
"They always sing the same song and we should be able to sing with
them. Only trust in the dear Lord! He always helps us, although we
may often think there is no possible way."
Then Mary Ann left the low wall, took her basket up again on her arm
and went through the fragrant meadows of Burier up towards Chailly.
From time to time she cast an anxious look