Katelyn Panter' being a citizen archivist

Rübezahl and the Glass merchant.      As much as the gnome's favorite had taken pains to conceal the true source of his good fortune, so as not to provoke impetuous beggars to overwhelm the mountain patron with similar donations with brazen intrusiveness, the matter finally became known; for when a man's secret hovers between a woman's lips, the slightest breeze blows it away like a soap bubble from a straw. Veit's wife confided it to a discreet neighbor, who told her godmother, who told her godfather, the village barber, who told all his beard customers; and so it spread throughout the village and then throughout the entire parish. Then the depraved landlords, the loafers and idlers pricked up their ears, flocked to the mountains, reviled the gnome, began to call him and conjure him; they were joined by treasure hunters and vagabonds who roamed the mountains, struck everywhere and thought they could lift the treasure in the brewing pan. Rübezahl let them do as they ple...

  Paid in gratitude. Rübezahl was not always in the mood to give those whom he had harmed and disadvantaged with his teasing such a generous reward; often he was simply a mischievous spirit who took malicious pleasure in causing harm and cared little whether he was teasing a villain or an honest man. He often joined a lonely wanderer as a companion, unnoticed led the stranger astray, left him standing at the edge of a mountain precipice or in a swamp, and disappeared with a mocking laugh. Sometimes he frightened the timid market women with adventurous creatures, strange and fabulous animals. He often paralyzed the traveler's horse so that it could not move, broke a wheel or axle on the cart, or let a piece of rock roll down into a ravine before their eyes, which they had to clear away with great difficulty in order to make their way. Often an invisible force would hold up an unhitched wagon so that six swift horses could not pull it away, and if the driver showed that he suspected ...

  Rübezahl is hanged in Hirschberg.      The disgruntled gnome left the upper world grumbling, determined never to see daylight again; but the passage of time gradually blurred the impressions of his grief, although it took 999 years for the old wound to heal. Finally, as boredom weighed heavily on him and he was once again in a very bad mood, his favorite and court jester in the underworld, a droll goblin, suggested a pleasure trip to the Giant Mountains, which his majesty did not hesitate to agree to. It took no more than a minute for the long journey to be completed, and he found himself in the middle of the large lawn of his former pleasure garden, which he restored to its former shape along with the rest of the accessories; but everything remained hidden from human eyes: the hikers who crossed the mountains saw nothing but a terrible wilderness. The sight of all these things, which he had seen shimmering in a rose-colored light when the princess was staying her...