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We passed by Murnau in the valley of the Dragon, a little town which possessed a Passion Play of its own in the olden times, and which, until a few years ago, when the railway line was pushed forward to Partenkirchen, was the nearest station to Ober Ammergau. WE PASSED BY MOONA IN THE VALLEY OF THE DRAGON A LITTLE TOWN WHICH POSSESSED A PASSION PLAY OF ITS OWN IN THE OLDEN TIMES AND WHICH UNTIL A FEW YEARS AGO WHEN THE RAILWAY LINE WAS PUSHED FORWARD TO PART INCUTION WAS THE NEAREST STATION TO OBER AMMERGAU
to a marriage with a rich somebody else. In ordinary life, of course, the man would have contented himself with continuing to make love to the lady, leaving the rich somebody else to pay for her keep. This young couple, however, a little lighter headed, or a little deeper hearted than the most of us, whichever it may have been, and angry at the mocking laughter with which the air around them seemed filled, went down one stormy night together to the lake, and sobered droll Fate for an instant by turning her grim comedy into a somewhat grimmer tragedy. Soon after losing sight of Starnberg's placid waters, we plunged into the gloom of the mountains, and began a long, winding climb among their hidden recesses. At times, shrieking as if in terror, we passed some ghostly hamlet, standing out white and silent in the moonlight against the shadowy hills; and, now and then, a dark, still lake, or mountain torrent whose foaming waters fell in a long white streak across the blackness of the night. IS DEATH HAD BEEN URGED INTO A MARRIAGE WITH A RICH SOMEBODY ELSE IN ORDINARY LIFE OF COURSE THE MAN WOULD HAVE CONTENTED HIMSELF WITH CONTINUING TO MAKE LOVE TO THE LADY LEAVING THE RICH SOMEBODY ELSE TO PAY FOR HER KEEP THIS YOUNG COUPLE HOWEVER A LITTLE LIGHTER HEADED OR A LITTLE DEEPER HEARTED THAN THE MOST OF US WHICHEVER IT MAY HAVE BEEN AND ANGRY AT THE MOCKING LAUGHTER WITH WHICH THE AIR AROUND THEM SEEMED FILLED WENT DOWN ONE STORMY NIGHT TOGETHER TO THE LAKE AND SOBERED DROLL FATE FOR AN INSTANT BY TURNING HER GRIM COMEDY INTO A SOMEWHAT GRIMMER TRAGEDY SOON AFTER LOSING SIGHT OF STERNBERG'S PLACID WATERS WE PLUNGED INTO THE GLOOM OF THE MOUNTAINS AND BEGAN A LONG WINDING CLIMB AMONG THEIR HIDDEN RECESSES AT TIMES SHRIEKING AS IF IN TERROR WE PASSED SOME GHOSTLY HAMLET STANDING OUT WHITE AND SILENT IN THE MOONLIGHT AGAINST THE SHADOWY HILLS AND NOW AND THEN A DARK STILL LAKE OR MOUNTAIN TORRENT WHOSE FOAMING WATERS FELL IN A LONG WHITE STREAK ACROSS THE BLACKNESS OF THE NIGHT
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