"Das steinerne Schiff" Hörbuch Märchen zum Entspannen, Einschlafen & Träumen von Heinrich Smidt

Hello and nice to have you here. I am Rico. Fairytales are great! Today's story is about a mysterious ship, which is known in the legends of the people as the Stone Ship. It is said to appear out of nowhere, and can deceive and frighten the toughest men. The team in our story only gives this fairytale a hearty laugh. But suddenly the most inconspicuous of all passengers tells his view of things. If you don't want to miss a fairytale and haven't subscribed to the channel yet, then subscribe to it and activate the bell. And now, have fun listening! The Stone Ship by Heinrich Schmidt It was a bleak, bright summer night. A light east wind cradled the waves of the ocean, and a shell of flying fish emerged silver-shining from its water mirror. A cowardly sailor shot through the crystal-clear flood, the large, full sails facing the moonlight. It was the royal French frigate Louis XIV, which hoped to reach the place of its destination, the Danish island of St. Thomas, the following day. The stay in the open sea was short, and the officers sat at a round table in the middle of the quarterdeck, eagerly speaking to the glass. The captain of the frigate, Jacques Saint-Ange, a young, cheerful man, said the word, and turned to the sailor, who, unruly, turned around and leaned against the sailor, he said, »What's the matter with you, Valré? You forget glass and company. That's none of your business. I'm looking for the Stone Ship.« The sailor, almost stunned, said, »I can't find the damn clip. According to my calculations, we should have had it close by two hours ago.« »How is it that a stone ship can make you so impudent?« the captain asked. »You have a frigate under your feet, as good as ever one made of wood and iron on the shipyards of Brest or Toulon.« The sailor took the word, »Because I wanted to set a new course from that point, and because I was annoyed that the eye of a man can be dim in the moonlight.« The conversation about this object became general. Several officers gave their opinions, and the captain listened attentively, while he often let the researcher's gaze glide over the wide area. On board the frigate was still a creature that had already aroused the attention of some strangers when the ship anchored somewhere. It was a small, malformed African, whose years of his stature were well ahead. He belonged to the service of the captain, whose courageous mood had put him in a fantastic costume, and the black face with the shiny eyes looked out strangely under the snow-white turban. Monkey, with his nickname so called, stood behind the captain's chair and listened attentively to the conversation, which had just now been conducted with renewed liveliness. »But it cannot be disputed,« said the captain, »that the cliff, which the stone ship is called, has the greatest similarity with a ship that shoots through the waves with full sails.« Yes, an otherwise very skilled officer even felt deceived to shoot at it, because his signals were not given the necessary answer. He stayed close to her all night, and you can imagine that, as soon as day came, he left with no less embarrassment than before. The officers laughed out loud, and the sailor Walry said, »It would surprise me if there was not a long history of witches and magicians in the mouth of the people about it. It has to do with his superstition.« It was still missing that the officers of a royal French frigate were talking to children's fairy tales, said St. Ange with a laugh. »But our sailor does not prefer peace until this stone has been rolled from his heart. So whoever knows something about it, he brings it up.« The captain looked around in a demanding look, but everyone was silent. Then Monkey stood up and, moving his head strangely back and forth, he said loudly, »I know.« »I thought so,« called Walry grimly. The other officers laughed, and Captain St. Ange ordered his African to tell. The African sat on the deck with his legs crossed and began, »A rough storm had played with the palm forests of my homeland. Now the sun came and chased away the gloomy clouds. The sky shone lovingly and mildly. Then Zora came out of her hut, knelt down and prayed to the Invisible One, whom my people worship, and not, like the other tribes, to a foolish fetish, which is nothing and can do nothing. Zora was a beautiful girl, and when she knelt down, the palm trees covered their cooling and rushed together, all to praise Zora and the Invisible One. Her prayer was completed, and she gazed researchingly at the banana forest, which stretched out along the coast. Immediately after, Abu appeared at its entrance, and like a fleeing gazelle, Zora ran towards him. Abu was the most beautiful man in the whole tribe and the beloved of Zora. Then Thorus came to them and greeted them in silence. Thorus, however, was an old man and highly revered by the whole people, for he was wise, had knowledge of hidden things, and possessed the gift to reveal the future. Abu and Zora knelt before Thorus and asked him to bless them. He closed them in his arms and said, The light is flaming in my head. I see in my mind gloomy things. Therefore be careful that you do not fall into them. The lovers were frightened and asked the wise father about the cause of his gloominess. But he said, There are other peoples on earth, of other color and other customs than we. Their faces are white and shiny, and they boast of being the favorites and chosen ones of the great invisible. We have never seen them, nor have they seen us, but my mind is restless, and I am forced to think that a prophecy before many thousands of suns took place that these sons of light would approach our peaceful land and bring great suffering upon us. The lovers feared this announcement and closed themselves, tears in their eyes, tightly together. Thorus looked at them in amazement. If these strangers come to us to commit violence and to disturb the covenant of innocent love, then the wrath of darkness shall meet them and no power shall save them from destruction. He muttered many incomprehensible words, swung his staff to all areas of heaven and stood upright. At the same moment a strange roar arose. The air trembled. The ground wobbled. But Thorus spoke calmly. The sea wind suddenly rose with unusual strength. Let us see what it will bring us. They went together to the beach of the sea. A strange figure with a black body and white wings, as if they had never been seen in that area, swam up to the water and came closer and closer. These are the Whites, called Thorus restlessly. They go with their houses to the sea and play with the thunder. Soon the whole beach was filled with Africans who, between fear and curiosity, were amazed by their unusual acting. The strangers entered the shore, communicated with the natives by signs and became good friends. They led a liquid fire with them, which they gave to the slightly deceived with great willingness to drink. And they had hardly enjoyed the fire drink when they raced through each other in senseless desire and got everything they could get. For a long time the Whites brought to the shore, let themselves be served by the Blacks and always willingly donated their fire drink. Otherwise Thorus tried to bring his people back to their senses. The sky was too big and his speech only found deaf ears. Only Abu and Zorah were shy of the moaning brothers of their tribe and bowed to Thorus. Finally it was possible for the leader of the strangers to learn some of the language of the people, and one day he said, I have learned a lot of good from you and I want to do good to you again. Come, all of you, as much as you can fit on my ship. I want to treat you and serve you like my brothers. With a loud cry of joy, the offering was accepted, and what did not fit in the boats that lay on the shore, the sea and sponge jumped to the miracle building. Zorah and Abu wanted to stay back, but their fathers forced them to go with them, because they were the most beautiful couple in the tribe and should dance in front of the stranger leader. Thorus accompanied his loved ones. When everyone had arrived on the ship, music was played, and with great joy the poor, deceived Africans jumped through each other. They drank the fire drink in long queues, one after the other fell over, and soon they were all, exhausted from sleep, stretched out. Only Thorus did not, and his loved ones, who sat in a corner of the ship's room and quietly awaited the end of things. Now the scene suddenly changed on the ship. The music was silent, and the Europeans rushed at the deceived unhappy people, kneeling and laying in the room next to each other. Gradually they awoke, and there was no end to the whining. Then Thorus fell to the deck and made the captain talk. But he laughed loudly and ordered the black beast to attack. In the meantime the crew had lighted the anchor, and the ship flew with full sails out to the high sea. Thorus defended himself against the sailors and hit the nest over the head with his staff, which he fell to the ground screaming loudly. He stood up threateningly, and his eyes rolled in his head like two glowing coals. All the whiners retreated, but the captain said with a quiet shout, The one will no longer harm us, let him run and waste our time with his posts. So Thorus was freed from the hideous chain. But Abu and Zorah were tied up next to their fathers in the ship's room. One day after the other went by. We will make a good trade if we come to the West Indian market with the beautiful goods. The captain spoke to his next subordinate, and he wanted to smile satanically and say something about it, when Thorus approached and asked whether it was really his intention to sell them. When both officers confirmed this with a laugh, he threw a piercing look at them and silently went up to his comrades in the ship's room. Thorus! Thorus! everyone shouted like from a mouth. But he waved with his hand, and there was a moment of dead silence. He spoke to them for a long time and intrusively. They listened attentively to him and then broke out in loud cheers. The next morning the old man got on deck at the moment when the warriors brought the barren food. But with a terrible scream they turned back, because none of the prisoners moved. Thorus had killed them during the night with his magic wand. Out of anger, the captain threw himself on the old man. But he touched the men of the crew one after the other, which they were astonished at. Then he began his incantations, bent over to all areas of the sky and jumped into the sea. The crew stood motionless, the ship also stood motionless. The sun went down and the night broke in without receiving any life or movement. Everything lay like entangled in the flood of refugees. The next morning a strange ship saw a sailboat a short distance away from it. Amazed at its peculiar design, it stopped straight at him. But soon it turned back on the right track, because there was a big stone in front of him. The narrator remained silent. The officers of the frigate, Ludwig XIV, looked at each other. Monkey stood up and ran away. At the same moment a voice called from the bow. Sailors to Lea! He shouted it from all sides. The officers jumped up and the sailor Walry hurried to the long-range gun. Be careful! he shouted. A proud ship! How strange his sails are flying! Almost mysterious! Captain St. Ange! What do you think of this sailor? With these words he turned around. In front of him stood Monkey grinning. That is not a sailor. That is ... the stone! Thank you for listening. If you liked the fairy tale and you are not sleeping yet, I would be happy about a thumbs up and a comment. And if you can't sleep yet, you can find another fairy tale here. See you soon!