“It does not look like a cone why it is round.” “A fruit,” replied his father “and to judge by its scales it ought to be akin to the fir-cones.” “I will remember that,” said his son, and put the stone into his leathern wallet but at the same time pulled out something else, and asked, “What is this?” “Probably because it is false, and because cats are thought to be false.” “Cats’-gold!” said the boy, laughing “why?”
“Nothing of the kind!” replied the other “and now I remember that people call it ‘cats’-gold.’ ” * “Is it gold that sparkles so in it?” said the former. “What do they call this stone?” said the boy. He was just entering something in his memorandum-book, when Felix, who had been clambering about, came up to him with a stone in his hand. The sun was still high, and illuminated the tops of the firs in the rocky valleys at his feet. IN the shadow of a mighty rock sat Wilhelm, at a gloomy and striking spot, where the steep mountain-path turned sharply round a corner, and rapidly wound down into the chasm below. INDEX OF THE WOOD ENGRAVINGS PRINTED WITH THE TEXT.Meister’s Travels Elective Affinities) Table of Contents
