A purchaser for the dwelling, with its lucrative business, was speedily found, the furniture was packed, and the new owner was to move in on Wednesday, when on Monday Bolz, the jockey, came to Adam's workshop from Richtberg.

The man had been a good customer for years, and bought hundreds of shoes, which he put on the horses at his own forge, for he knew something about the trade.

He came to say farewell; he had his own nest to feather, and could do a more profitable business in the lowlands than up here in the forest.

Finally he offered Adam his property at a very low price.
The smith had smiled at the jockey's proposal, still he went to the Richtberg the very next day to see the place.

There stood the executioner's house, from which the whole street was probably named.
One wretched hovel succeeded another.