He answered
in a kind of sobbing voice: 'It is painful to know that they never
have peace'. I bade him say something to me in German, and said to
him Lass uns Teusc redre (sic), but he answered as if he had
misunderstood me.
"When we went to bed in the evening he shouted fiercely in the middle
of the floor, 'On this night I shall snatch you off to hell, and you
shall not rise up out of bed as you lay down'. During the evening he
wished the minister's wife good-night. The minister and I continued
to talk with him during the night; among other things we asked him
what kind of weather it was outside. He answered: 'It is cold, with
a north wind'. We asked if he was cold. He answered: 'I think I am
both hot and cold'. I asked him how loud he could shout. He said,
'So loud that the roof would go off the house, and you would all fall
into a dead faint'. I told him to try it. He answered: 'Do you
think I am come to amuse you, you --- idiot?' I asked him to show us
a little specimen. He said he would do so, and gave three shouts, the
last of which was so fearful that I have never heard anything worse,
and doubt whether I ever shall.
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