the Pfalz (what we call PALATINATE), another. He went on the
Crusade in his seventieth year; [1189, A.D.; Saladin having, to
the universal sorrow, taken Jerusalem.] thinking to himself,
"Let us end with one clear act of piety:"--he cut his way through
the dangerous Greek attorneyisms, through the hungry mountain
passes, furious Turk fanaticisms, like a gray old hero: "Woe is
me, my son has perished, then?" said he once, tears wetting the
beard now white enough; "My son is slain!--But Christ still lives;
let us on, my men!" And gained great victories, and even found his
son; but never returned home;--died, some unknown sudden death,
"in the river Cydnus," say the most. [Kohler (p. 188), and the
Authorities cited by him. Bunau's Deutsche Kaiser-und
Reichs-Historie (Leipzig, 1728-1743), i., is the
express Book of Barbarossa: an elaborate, instructive Volume.]
Nay German Tradition thinks he is not yet dead; but only sleeping,
till the bad world reach its worst, when he will reappear. He sits
within the Hill near Salzburg yonder,--says German Tradition, its
fancy kindled by the strange noises in that Hill (limestone Hill)
from hidden waters, and by the grand rocky look of the place:--
A peasant once, stumbling into the interior, saw the Kaiser in his
stone cavern; Kaiser sat at a marble table, leaning on his elbow;
winking, only half asleep; beard had grown through the table, and
streamed out on the floor; he looked at the peasant one moment;
asked him something about the time it was; then dropped his
eyelids again: Not yet time, but will be soon! [Riesebeck's
Travels (English Translation, London, 1787),
i. 140, Busching, Volks-Sagen, &c. (Leipzig,
1820), i. 333, &c. &x.] He is winking as if to awake. To awake,
and set his shield aloft by the Roncalic Fields again, with:
Ho, every one that is suffering wrong;--or that has strayed