The Residents of the Black Forest
Those who travel Swabia should never forget to wander through the Black Forest a little. Not because of the trees – it is the people that are worth a closer look.
Its inhabitants are serious and noble. Some are concerned with glass making; they also craft clocks that are so beautiful that their art is known far beyond the border.
Others proudly wear big boots made of leather and a long stick with which they push themselves away from the riverbank. Those men are called rafters. Their trade is wood, which they drive vast amounts of down the rivers.
The Black Forest people are even known at sea, since their logs are well suited for building ships.
The rafters are accustomed to a rough, wandering life. Their joy is to drive down the rivers, their sorrow is to wander back up the shores.
There is one thing that all people of the Black Forest have in common, and it is their belief in forest spirits. Most often you hear about two of their kind: A good spirit is the Little Glass Man, about three and a half feet tall. He wears a pointy hat and red stockings. But as good as one of them might be, as evil is the other: A giant in a dark doublet called Dutch-Mike. Broad shouldered and in boots that reach two spans above his knees. The Little Glass Man and Dutch-Mike reside in the forest. The most peculiar story that ever reached my ears happened to a young man from the Black Forest. His name was Peter Munk, and he met exactly those two. It is this story that I now want to tell you, and I shall not leave out any details, outrageous as they might be.