Oldal 179 [179]
THE BREMEN TOWN MUSICIANS. 139
Then the robber got back as well as he could to his cap¬
tain, and said, " Oh dear! in that house there is a grewsome
witch, and I felt her breath and her long nails in my face ;
and by the door there stands a man who stabbed me in the
leg with a knife; and in the yard there lies a black spectre,
who beat me with his wooden club ; and above, upon the roof,
there sits the justice, who cried, " Bring that rogue here! And
so I ran away from the place as fast as I could."
From that time forward the robbers never ventured to that
house, and the four Bremen town musicians found themselves
so well off where they were, that there they stayed. And the
person who last related this tale is still living, as you see.