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Strauch, Dora; Brockmann, Walter / Satan came to Eden
(1936)

Chapter IV: Difficulties,   pp. 50-60


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                          Difficulties                       51 
  Frederick said that one of his first tasks must be to put the fence 
in repair. 
  On our first night at Friedo we slept, not always comfortably, 
curled up amidst the gnarled and spreading roots of a ciruela tree. 
It was the first night we had ever spent out under the open sky, 
and was an unforgettable experience to me. The dazzling moon- 
light sent its shafts even through the dense tangled foliage, the 
jungle seemed afloat upon a sea of silver, and from far away the 
low voice of the ocean came to our ears. Strange sounds of unseen 
animals abroad intermittently disturbed the silence, and gradually 
I came to realize that the tropical night is never silent, but is alive 
with intense, vibrating life from sunset to sunup. The silent hours 
in those regions of the earth are noon and afternoon, when every- 
thing lies prostrate in the heat of the sun. At last I slept, and some- 
times half-dreamed, half-thought, that the bush which sheltered 
us was full of creatures come to look at the intruders upon their 
domain. 
  When I awoke next morning, Hugo had already made tea, 
which he prepared out of some herb which tasted very refreshing 
though not much like the tea that Europeans know. We drank it 
with the juice of some of the lemons we had gathered. I sweetened 
mine with sugar and Frederick said, with serious reproach, "I see 
you haven't yet put European ways behind you." In itself this 
was not a very cruel remark, but somehow it mortified and hurt 
me deeply. It seemed to imply so much more than the mere 
words that, if I had not feared the action would look too childish, 
I should have poured the contents of my mug out on the ground 
and drunk no more that day. 
  As it was, I said nothing, but determined with all my strength 
that I would never again let myself forget that I had gone away 
from civilization to start my life anew. Fervently I told myself 
what deep significance lies in the trifling things of everyday, and 
that this new everyday must have a different character from the 
one that I had fled from with this man who alone, I knew, could 
be my guide into the country of the soul's fulfillment. 
  I should not record this foolish little incident were it not that 
it was the beginning of a violent struggle which, from that day 


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