Tales and Legends of the Tyrol

By Marie A. countess Günther

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• Release date: Aug 1, 2022
• ISBN: 8596547125228

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Marie A. countess Günther

Tales and Legends of the Tyrol

EAN 8596547125228

DigiCat, 2022

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Table of Contents

PREFACE.

INDEX

THE GIANT JORDAN.

THE FISHERMAN OF THE GRAUN-SEE.

THE GIANTS HEIMO AND THÜRSE.

THE DRAGON OF ZIRL.

THE WANDERING STONE.

A TYROLIAN FORESTER’S LEGEND.

THE PERJURER.

THE BURNING HAND.

THE THREE FAIRIES OF THE UNGARKOPF.

THE GREEN HUNTSMAN.

THE TYROLIAN GIANTS OF ALBACH.

THE WITCH’S VENGEANCE.

THE PIOUS HERDSMAN.

THE ADASBUB.

THE WHITE SNAKE.

THE SCHACHTGEIST.

THE THREE BROTHERS.

THE FIERY BODY.

THE VENEDIGER-MANNDL UPON THE SONNWENDJOCH.

HAHNENKIKERLE.

THE SORCERER OF SISTRANS.

THE GIANT SERLES.

LEGENDS OF THE ORCO.

BIENER’S WIFE.

THE LENGMOOS WITCHES.

BINDER-HANSL.

THE GOLD-WORM OF THE ALPBACH VALLEY.

THE GLUNKEZER GIANT.

THE WEAVER OF VOMPERBERG.

THE FIERY SENNIN.

THE SPIRIT OF THE ZIRL USURER.

THE ALPINE HORSE-PHANTOM.

THE WITCHES OF G’STOAG.

THE HEXELER.

THE CAT-HAGS OF GRIES.

THE LOCKSMITH OF THE FLIEGERALM.

THE SALVE-TOAD.

THE UNHOLDENHOF.

THE FIERY BOAR OF KOHLERSTADL.

THE BUTCHER OF IMST.

MATZ-LAUTER, THE SORCERER OF BRIXEN.

THE MOUNTAIN GHOST OF THE VIVANNA.

THE OBERLEITNER OF TERENTEN.

THE TAILOR OF THE ZIROCKALM.

THE THREE SISTERS OF FRASTANZ.

THE ROSE GARDEN OF KING LAURIN.

THE PETRIFIED LOVERS OF KRAMSACH.

THE GOLD-SEEKER OF THE TENDRES FARM.

THE FAIRY OF THE SONNENWENDJOCH.

THE FIREMAN PIGERPÜTZ.

THE PILLER-SEE.

THE BURNING PINES.

THE JAUFEN-FAIRY

THE WETTER-SEE.

THE COURAGEOUS SERVANT GIRL OF THE ZOTTA-FARM.

THE KLAUSENMANN ON THE KUMMER-SEE.

THE VILLAGE ON THE BODEN-ALP.

THE GOLD-MEASURERS OF LOFER.

THE ANTHOLZER-SEE.

THE MAILED GHOST OF BRIXEN CASTLE.

THE TREASURE OF THE SIGMUNDSBURG.

THE FRATRICIDE UPON THE HOCHALP.

THE TWO HAYSTACKS.

THE SUNKEN FORESTS.

TANNEN-EH’.

THE DEVIL’S BRIDGE.

LAGO SANTO.

THE ALBER.

THE OLD TOWN OF FLIES.

THE SENDERSER-PUTZ.

THE DACE FISH OF THE GERLOS-SEE.

THE VEDRETTA MARMOLATA.

THE TEUFELSPLATTE NEAR GALTHÜR.

FRAU HÜTT.

THE TREASURE OF MAULTASCH.

THE NINE-PIN GAME OF MARGARETHA MAULTASCH.

THE DEVIL’S HOLE ON THE KUNTERSWEG.

THE SUNKEN CASTLE IN THE BIBURG-SEE.

THE WITCHES’ WALK ON THE KREUZJOCH.

THE TREASURES.

WOLKENSTEIN.

THE GHOSTS OF THE CASTLE OF VÖLLENBERG.

THE FRÄULEIN VON MARETSCH.

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The Tyrol, the land of glory and tradition, the wonder-garden of the world, so often visited but so little known, forms the theme of the following volume; and in dedicating it to the public the authoress feels certain of a fair share of their approval, perhaps, even, of their thanks; for many are the dangers which have been incurred in its production, and many are the days of weary walks and severe trials that it has cost.

There are no railroads in the mountains, and even cart-tracks are few and far between, and those who wish to see the almost hidden beauty, must, in passing through this enchanted land, undergo all the authoress has undergone, and share with her the pleasure as well as the pain.

All that is grand and beautiful, all that is gorgeous and sublime, all that is shocking and terrible, is to be met with at every step in the Tyrol; and the following legends are but a poor illustration of the old proverb, There are finer fish in the sea than ever came out of it.

The strange dialect of the inhabitants of this curious country, renders it almost impossible for any foreigner unacquainted with their language to understand what they would so willingly recount; and, in consequence, thousands and thousands of sight-seers yearly pass through, perfectly at a loss how to gratify their curiosity, except in the natural grandeur and beauty of the mountain world. The authoress has often noticed large parties of English and foreign visitors wandering aimlessly through a valley, round a ruin, or on the borders of a lake, whose history they have vainly tried to discover; for however willing the poor honest peasants are to explain all their visitors would wish to know, yet their kindly efforts are of course unavailing, and these foreigners go away back to their own countries, having passed over, and perhaps seen all, without knowing anything.

This little work, then, written first for the pleasure of its authoress, she now places in the hands of the public, trusting that it may not only be a useful guide, but a pleasant companion in the mountains in which it took its origin.

How lovely the land of those beauties unseen,

Which touch on the borders of Nature’s fair soul!

How bright are those landscapes, so soft and serene,

Which kiss the sweet homesteads of my own dear Tyrol!

Mary Countess A. von Günther.

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TALES AND LEGENDS

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THE TYROL.

THE GIANT JORDAN.

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To the east of the Ungarkopf, and high above the cavern called Eggerskeller, there stands, close to a dizzy chasm in the rocks, the Kohlhütte (coal hut), which is surrounded by steep grey mountain walls. Not long since there resided in this hut a wild man, with his wife Fangga. Jordan, for this was the name of the giant, employed himself in stealing children and beasts which he devoured, and he occupied his time also in hunting the poor fairies, whom he caught and killed, or shut up in underground prisons.

One day he brought home a fairy, most probably one of those which resided in the Eggerskeller, and who was already more dead than alive. He threw her down at the feet of his wife, and was on the point of killing her, but Fangga said, Let the thing live; it will be of use to me.

So, growled the monster; what can you do with her?

I should like to have her in the hut to make her work, answered his gigantic wife.

Take then the thing, shouted the giant; the white cat to the black one! for the giant couple had in their hut a huge black cat which the giant had made a present to his wife in a similar manner after having caught it in the mountains.

The poor fairy now bore the yoke of servitude, under the giant couple, who called her Hitte Hatte. She was obliged to wear servant’s clothes and do servant’s drudgery, which she did so cleverly and quickly that Fangga was contented with her, and treated her as kindly as it was in her brutal nature to do. Hitte Hatte was kind to the cat, fed her regularly, let her sleep in her own bed, and got altogether fond of her. Although she had now taken entirely the nature of a human being, she constantly longed to be free of the giants, and one day she took the occasion while Jordan was out and Fangga sleeping, to slip down into the valley and to seek her fortune amongst mankind. The cat, as though she knew the intention of her friend, followed her every step of the way, and so it happened that one evening a pretty girl, followed by a huge black cat, entered the farm of Seehaus, which is close to the village of Strad, in the Gurgl valley, and offered her services. The farm people, whose name was Krapf, a very good and worthy couple, were not very well off just then, as they had suffered some heavy losses, and therefore at that time did not keep many servants. So they engaged the pretty girl for very small wages, without even asking her who she was or from whence she came. She did her work joyfully and well, and with her blessings entered Seehaus; it was a pleasure to see how beautifully Hitte Hatte, for this name she had kept up, managed and arranged everything. The cleverest old peasant woman would never have been able to do so well as she did. She went about her work quietly, spoke little, and never anything without purpose; was always modest and reserved, and the people of the farm left her to go on in her quiet way just as she liked. Her greatest pet was and remained the cat, which was also very useful in keeping the house and buildings clear of rats and mice. Hitte Hatte only knew one fear, and that was the giant, who on account of her flight had made a most fearful noise, and beaten his wife without mercy; but in the valley he could not touch her, for the village boundaries were every year blessed by the priest, and there were all round about little crosses and chapels, of which the gigantic race of pagans had the greatest terror.

While Hitte Hatte was still in Seehaus Farm, two boys of Strad had climbed up the Ungarkopf to gather strawberries, and approached by accident the giant’s abode. As the evening shadows began to fall the boys got tired and hungry, and were about to return home, when they saw blue smoke arising quite close to them, which ascended out of Jordan’s Kohlhütte, and one of the boys shouted to the other, Look at the smoke! there, I am sure they are making cakes; let us go and see if we can’t get some.

They soon arrived at the door of the hut, which was carefully closed, so one of them scrambled up on the roof, removed one of the wooden tiles and peeped down below. Fangga, who was busy at her kitchen, heard him in a moment, and called out, Who is up there on my roof?

The boy answered, It is I with my good companion. We are hungry, and pray you kindly to give us something to eat.

Fangga opened the door and called out, Come in, my boys, and you shall have something, but be quick and creep into this hole (she pointed out the stove), and keep very quiet there, for the ‘wild man’ is coming very soon, and if he catches sight of you he will eat you bones and all.

On hearing this the boys were terrified out of their wits, and crept into the stove, and directly afterwards the giant entered the hut, and sniffing round with hideous rolling eyes, he shouted to his wife, I smell, I smell human meat!

But Fangga, who had not been educated in an Innsbruck school, answered him