XI. With that the whole city flocked out to see; Dead, past all doubt, as dead could be; But fresh he was, as if spells had charmed him, XII. While the multitude stood in a muse, One said,—“I am sure he was hanged in shoes;" XIII. Plainly, therefore, it was to be seen, That somewhere on horseback he had been; XIV. For not in riding trim was he, When he disappeared from the triple tree; With the collar that clipped him under the chin. XV. Roprecht the Robber had long been their curse, XVI. S: some were for digging a pit in the place, And burying him there with a stone on his face; And that hard on his body the earth should be pressed, And exorcists be sent for to lay him at rest. XVII. But others, whose knowledge was greater, opined No weight of earth which they could lay, If he chose to get up and ride away. XVIII. But fire, they said, had been proved to be So they were for burning the body outright, XIX. Some were for this, and some for that, XX. Pieter Snoye was a boor of good renown, Who dwelt about an hour and a half from the town, And he, while the people were all in debate, Went quietly in at the city gate. XXI. For Father Kijf* he sought about, XXII. And something so strange the Father saw * Kijf (kife) E XXIII. At length, it came out, that in the affair XXIV. Pieter Snoye, who was looking down, With something between a smile and a frown, And looked up with more of a frown than a smile. XXV. "Though I am, as you very well know, Father Kijf, A peaceable man, and keep clear of strife, It's a queerish business that now I've been in; XXVI. "Under the seal, I tell it you, And you will judge what is best to do, And what was ill done, has been well mended. XXVII. "I and my son, Piet Pieterszoon, Were returning home, by the light of the moon, From this good city of Cologne, On the night of the execution day; And hard by the gibbet was our way. XXVIII. "About midnight it was we were passing by, My son, Piet Pieterszoon, and I, When we heard a moaning as we came near, Which made us quake, at first, for fear. XXIX. "But the moaning was presently heard again, XXX. "So under the gallows our cart we drive, And, sure enough, the man was alive Because of the irons that he was in, He was hanging, not by the neck, but the chin XXXI. "The reason why things had got thus wi nong, XXXII. "Now Roprecht, as long as the people were there, Never stirred hand or foot in the air; But when, at last, he was left alone, By that time so much of his strength was gone, That he could do little more than groan." XXXIII. "Father Kijf, we could not bear To leave him hanging in misery there; XXXIV. "My son, Piet Pieterszoon, and I, We took him down, seeing none was nigh; XXXV. was known 'The secret, as you may guess, XXXVI. "Piet Pieterszoon, my son, and I, XXXVII. "For, I must tell you, Father Kijf, XXXVIII. "Yes, she said, it was perfectly clear. XXXIX. "Well, Father, we kept him at bed and board, XL. "But this wicked Roprecht, what did he? Though he had been saved thus mercifully; Hanging had done him so little good, That he took to his old ways as soon as he could |