English Translation

is just another example of the Germanic woman's blood-and-dead thinking. — The quarrel between the queens Brynhild and Kriemhild is also to be understood only from a Germanic perspective and Germanic thinking. Brynhild and Kriemhild do not argue which of their husbands is the richest, the most powerful or the most beautiful, but who of the men is the first, the bravest and the most noble. Also behind this dispute, which many similar from the life of Germanic peasant women, as described by the Sagas, can be put to the side, stands the end of the thought of blood and discipline. In the sagas, we experience that whenever a bloodthirsty woman is married to a man of less good blood, which is rare, but sometimes happens to be that she thinks herself to be ill-married and does everything possible to resolve this marriage soon. MargareteSchaper-Haeckel Awesome creation is still lying above the moor. — And yet a song hovers over it. "A soft song, a silent song, one song, so leis and so lind. Like a cloud that pulls over the blues, like a woolen grass floe in the wind." Hermann Löns. Whose ears are fine and sharp, he can hear it, this quiet song of our white-flaked bogs. The woolen bunches sing it from spring to autumn, sing it while their seeds ripen. A fairy tale is told by these woolen grass mothers to their seed children at this time, as they spin the silky-soft dress to the young ones full of zeal. That dress, which is specially designed for them, which they are supposed to carry out into the world of hard struggle. — Once upon a time - — But this fairy tale of woolengrass mothers is history. It is an actual story that the ancestors once experienced, but many, many millennia ago. And it is precisely this story that, in every year that comes, the woolgrass mothers tell their numerous children, so that the coming sexes also know how the ancestors fought for them when they struggled with all their strength for the preservation of the genetic material. It was eimal - — — There really was a time when on our German bogs there were no tufts of woolen grass that make the dark bog white-foaming seas. Wool grass home is the far north. Woolgrasses love wetness and cold. 25