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Winnetou II
Winnetou II
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Old Firehands Fortress: Marlies Bugmann
Cover photography: David Irwin
Edited to Australian English standard:
Magaer Lennox
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Publishing Date: March, 2006
Copyright 2006 Marlies Bugmann
Winnetou II
Translated by
Marlies Bugmann
From volume 2 of the famous Winnetou Trilogy
Published first in 1893
by Karl May (1842-1912)
A story of the Wild West
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Contents
Acknowledgments
Foreword by Translator
Chapter 1. Private Investigator
Chapter 2. Ku Klux Klan
Chapter 3. Across the Border
Chapter 4. Through the Mapimi
Chapter 5. Old Firehand
Chapter 6. In the Fortress
Chapter 7. The Pedlar
Translators biography
More Karl May translations
Other Books
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Acknowledgments
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Thank you to my husband, David, for volunteering his
time to read my translations and being my sounding board;
and for listening to my philosophies about Karl May, and
Karl Mays philosophies.
Thankyou to Karl May for giving us Winnetou, Old
Shatterhand and friends.
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Translators Foreword
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In 1893 the Winnetou trilogy appeared for the first time.
In contrast to other book series, for which the greatest part
was based on complete stories previously published in sequel
form, May had only a limited volume of existing text to
utilise for this trilogy. He, therefore, combined several
unrelated tales and rewrote the framework, or the plot. May
skilfully re-crafted those individual adventures to fit the
storyline. In the second volume, Winnetou II, the following
existing stories were utilised: Der Scout (1888/89) forms
chapter one through to four of Winnetou II; chapters five and
six are based on the story Im fernen Westen that appeared as
a complete story in 1879 in a book publication, which in
itself represented a reworked version of Old Firehand, one of
the earliest creations of the author in 1875. May wrote
chapter seven as a new text whereby he created an immediate
connection to the trilogy plot with the renewed appearance of
the murderer Santer.
By reusing stories older than the newly written first
volume of the trilogy, marked differences within the main
players are apparent, which can at times feel odd, but are
most noticeable when Sam Hawkens makes another
appearance towards the end. Nevertheless, Winnetou II is an
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night scene at the train, a group of men walk back the same
distance on foot, through partially undulating, partially flat
prairie. If riders rode at a sharp trot for, say, 40 minutes, men
at night walking fast in that terrain would take around three
times as long to get back to where the sharp trot began
thats already a two-hour delayenough for the adversaries
to become suspicious. As Karl May states in this passage,
they needed to be back before the adversaries became
suspicious because of the trains delay; this scenario doesnt
quite work; as a seasoned horse rider, the translator is
sufficiently qualified to make this observation.
Chapter two, Ku Klux Klan, contains an introductory
explanation for the name of this organisation, and the
organisations purpose and activities, and represents the
understanding of the Klan and its activities at the time of
publication 2 Feb 1889. It has been translated as accurately
as possible, without observing the delineations of todays
cultural sensitivities. No reference to verify cucthe alleged
source for the first vowel of Ku Klux Klanor its meaning
has been found in any dictionary accessible to the translator;
the reader will just have to take Karl Mays word for it.
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The author and translator wishes to advise that Mays
narrative is of historic value and the text has been translated
as published during Mays lifetime, and does not endorse or
confirm any of the views, terms, interpretations,
representations, opinions, cultural sentiments, religious
expressions, or conjectures of the original author, Karl May,
1842-1912, or those attributed to his fictional characters,
antagonists and protagonists alike, within the translations.
Where an inaccuracy of fact has been identified, slight
adjustments for ease of reading have been effected; but it
was not intended to alter, censor or enhance the work of Karl
May. Terms for ethnic groups commonly used by the culture
of his era were acceptable in those times and, where
appropriate, have been maintained within the narrative
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As soon as the first volume of Winnetou was published, I
received from my readers countless questions about the
further course of events. Things turned out quite differently
than I had expected back then.
After a gruelling ride we arrived at the mouth of the Rio
Rojo de Natchitoches, where we anticipated to find an
Apache, posted there by Winnetou to wait for us.
Unfortunately, this hope wasnt fulfilled. Of course we found
tracks made by people that had been there, but what sort! To
be precise, the bodies of the two traders who had given us
the information about the Kiowa village. They had been shot
dead, namely by Santer, as I later learned from Winnetou.
Santers canoe ride had been so fast that he had reached
the mouth of the river at the same time as the traders,
although they had left Tanguas tent camp much earlier.
Santer had been forced to forego Winnetous nuggets and
was therefore penniless; the traders wares must have looked
attractive to him, and to get his hands on the goods, he killed
the two unsuspecting men, most likely in an ambush. He then
took the mules and hurried away. This was what Winnetou
had read from the tracks he found upon his arrival on that
location.
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our section that had had the most remarkable and dangerous
experiences. But then I was the only surveyor to survive.
Sam tried hard to extract additional remuneration for me,
but he had no success; we received our money immediately
but not one dollar more, and I must honestly admit, that I
handed over the drawings and notes, that I had made and
kept from being destroyed under such arduous
circumstances, with a fair amount of irritation and
disappointment. The gentlemen had employed five
surveyors, paid only one and pocketed the wages of the other
four, although they received the results of the workor
better, the extra work I had done.
Sam launched into an angry speech but was only laughed
at for his pains and gently but firmly pushed out the door
together with Dick and Will. Of course I left with them,
while trying to remain unaffected by this demonstration of
greed. On the whole, the sum I had received was quite
significant, given my circumstances.
And so I wanted to follow Winnetou who had given Mr
Henry the address of a hotel in New Orleans. Out of
politeness, or perhaps affection, I asked Sam and his two
companions, whether they wanted to join me; but they had
intentions of getting a decent rest in St. Louis, and I couldnt
blame them for that. I purchased some underwear and other
necessities, and a new suit that I put on to travel South. I
handed the few items of personal property that I didnt want
to carry along, among them the heavy bear gun, to Henry for
safekeeping. And of course my chestnut mount was also left
behind; I had no use for it. We all were of the opinion that
my absence would only be of a very short duration.
But events soon turned this intention upside down.
America was in the throws of civil war. This had had no
great influence on my previous adventuresuntil now. By
chance, the Mississippi had just been reopened to shipping
after the famous Admiral Farragut had reclaimed it for the
northern states; despite this the journey of the steamer on
which I travelled, was extremely delayed through all sorts of
red tape, no doubt necessary, but when I finally arrived in
New Orleans and asked about Winnetou at the hotel, I was
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told that he had departed the previous day. He left behind the
advice that he was travelling to Vicksburg in pursuit of
Santer, but advised against following because the South had
become increasingly dangerous. He would attempt to let Mr
Henry know where he could be found.
Now what? I felt that I should return to my homeland and
visit family, help them out; I had the means for it. Return to
St. Louis and wait for Winnetou? No. There was no way of
knowing whether it would at all be possible for him to return
there. I enquired about the departure of the next ship. There
was one, a Yankee boat, the captain of which had decided to
utilise the present calm in this war situation and head for
Cuba, where I was to have opportunity to find passage to
Germany or at least New York. I decided for it and went on
board.
I should have deposited my cash with a bank in exchange
for a promissory note as a matter of caution; but what bank
in New Orleans could be trusted in those circumstances back
then! Besides, there was hardly time for it because I could
only book my passage immediately before the ship left; and
so I carried all my money in cash with me in a bag.
Then the hurricane surprised us. It was overcast, windy
weather, but we had a good trip, and nothing pointed toward
a dangerous storm in the evening. Just like all other
passengers who had taken the opportunity to leave New
Orleans, I went to sleep without the slightest worry. It must
have been after midnight when I was woken by the sudden
onslaught of howling and roaring of the storm and jumped
from my bunk. At that very moment the ship received such a
mighty jolt that I fell and the cabin that I shared with three
other passengers came crashing down on me with all its
contents. There was no thinking of money in such a moment.
My life could depend on a single moment, and in this utter
blackness and confusion it would have taken me a long time
to find my coat and wallet. I worked frantically to get out of
the debris and hurriedno tumbled out onto the deck,
because the ship rolled and lurched and stomped terribly.
I couldnt identify anything outside; it was pitch-black;
the hurricane threw me down immediately, and a wave
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Old Death! Ah, this man was Old Death! I had heard
about this well-known, or better, famous frontiersman on
many occasions. His reputation had spread throughout the
campfires on the other side of the Mississippi, and had even
advanced into the cities of the East. Should only a tenth or
less of what had been told about him be based on truth, then
he was a trapper and scout deserving of the highest respect.
He had spent an entire lifetime roaming the West and despite
all the dangers had never sustained an injury. Thats why
those with superstitious tendencies believed he was bulletproof.
His real name was unknown. Old Death was his nom de
guerre; he had received this on account of his extraordinarily
thin appearance.
He was very tall and his stooped figure seemed really
only to consist of skin and bone. The leather pants flapped
emptily about his legs. The leather shirt had shrunk in time
so much that its sleeves only reached to about the middle of
his forearms where, just like on a skeleton, both the ulna and
radius were clearly discernible. The bones in his hands, too,
showed up just as clearly.
Out of the shirt collar poked a long dead-mans neck,
from which the Adams apple dangled in its small leathery
pouch. And the head! It didnt contain fifty grams of meat.
The eyes lay deep in their hollows, and there wasnt a single
hair on the skull.
The terribly sunken cheeks, the sharply defined
jawbones, the extremely protruding cheekbones, the withered
snub nose with the large open nostrilsit truly was deaths
head that could terrify anyone if they met him face to face
unexpectedly. The appearance of this head even influenced
my own nose; I believed that I could detect the odours of
decomposition, hydrogen sulphide and ammonia. One could
possibly have lost ones appetite for both eating and
drinking.
His long, desiccated feet terminated in boot-like covers
that had each been cut from one single piece of horse leather.
The spurs that were tied over them featured wheels made
from Mexican silver Pesos pieces.
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before. The editor had at first declined the offer, but the poet
then paid ten dollars and requested that it be published in the
following days edition, and that a copy of it would be posted
to him. His demeanour had been polite, but he seemed a little
disturbed and explained repeatedly that this poem had been
written with the blood of his heart. Because of the posted
copy, he had to advise his address and of course I was
informed of it. He had rented private rooms in a street within
the newer city parts that was well known for its fine and
expensive lodgings.
I returned to my rooms first to apply my disguise, and
then headed for that part of town. On my way there, I fetched
two policemen who were to guard the front door of the
suspected house while I went inside.
I was convinced that I would be able to apprehend the
scoundrel and his victim, and with a fairly elevated mood I
rang the house bell. Above it there was a brass shield that
read:
First-class accommodation for ladies and gentlemen. I
was at the right spot. House and business were owned by a
lady. The porter opened, asked about my desire and received
the appropriate directive, to announce me to the lady of the
house; I also handed him my business card that contained a
different name and not my real one. I was shown to the
parlour and didnt have to wait long for the lady.
She was a well-dressed, portly looking woman, about
fifty years of age. It seemed she had a small remnant of black
blood in her veins, judging by her curly hair and the slight
colouration of her fingernails. The polite welcome I received
gave me the impression of her being a kind-hearted woman.
I introduced myself as the feature editor of the German
Newspaper, showed her the paper in question and inferred
that I had to speak to the author of the poem; it had received
such great acclaim, that I was offering him more honoraries
and new commissions.
She quietly listened to me, looked at me attentively and
then said:
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dripped because the main jet of beer had hit me. I turned
around and warned:
Sir, would you please not do this a second time! Have
your fun with your friends; we have no objection; but kindly
leave us in peace.
So! What would you do should I feel like dousing you
once more?
Well see.
See? Well, well have to find out what well see then,
wont we. Landlord, new glasses!
The others laughed and hollered cheers at their matador.
It was evident that hed repeat his impertinence.
For Gods sake dont tackle these louts! Old Death
warned me.
Are you scared? I asked him.
In your dreams! But they have their weapons at the
ready, and there is nothing courage can do against a bullet
out of nowhere. Consider the dogs, too!
The hoodlums had tied their dogs to the tables. So as not
to be hit from behind again, I changed seats so that I turned
my right-hand side toward the hooligans.
Ah! Hes taken up position! The bigmouth laughed.
He wants to defend himself, but as soon as he moves, Ill
set Pluto onto him. The dog is trained for humans.
He untied the animal and held it on a short rope. The
landlord hadnt served the second round of beer yet; there
was still time for us to put a coin onto the table and leave,
but I didnt believe that the gang would allow us to do so,
and besides, it went against my grain to take flight before
these repugnant people. Braggarts such as these were
cowards at their core.
I put my hand into the pocket and cocked my revolver. I
knew Id get the upper hand in a brawl; but I was doubtful
about overpowering the dogs. I had fought animals that had
been trained to attack people before, and at the least wasnt
worried about a single dog.
The landlord appeared. He put the glasses on the table
and asked in a pleading tone of voice:
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