[{"id": 47553, "created": "2015-03-17T18:31:38.980062", "project_id": 128, "task_id": 29239, "user_id": 427, "user_ip": null, "finish_time": "2015-03-17T18:31:38.980086", "timeout": null, "calibration": null, "external_uid": null, "media_url": null, "info": {"other": "The writer of this text is obviously from South Tyrol (today Trentino-Alto Adige), which can be noted by the dialect he speaks (like \"Grind\" for head, \"isch\" for is, \"nit\" for not etc.). The Seekofel is located at the border between Trentino and the province of Belluno in the Dolomites. Cf. the reference to Cortina d'Ampezzo not far away.\r\nThe rifle the author mentions (\"Kugelstutzer\") is a short rifle, easy to handle, which is typical for the Alpine regions and south Germany.", "translation": "A chamois buck is standing in the way\r\nTyrolean folk story by Karl Springenschmid\r\n\r\nWhen a cold autumn morning brings the first snow in the Dolomites, the mountain guides are glad about every person they can lead up. Even someone like Veit Senoner who pretends to be a little bit choosey in the summer and does not take everybody coming along the street, now takes people without much ado.\r\n\"Veit\", the waitress yells in the restaurant, \"there is a man here for climbing the Seekofel.\"\r\nRight in the middle of a trick, Veit jumps up, the trump card still in his hand, and quickly walks into the dining room so as not to lose the customer. \"Doesn't look like much\", he thinks regarding the small weazen mountaineer behind the table at the oven, \"but any port in a storm.\" Politely he steps closer, lifts his loden hat and says with his sweetest face: \"I would be Veit Senoner, sir, the guide for the Seekofel.\" Veit has his own way of assessing the customers. This one, with his chafed leather trousers, his knobbly kneecaps and the shabby linen coat, he takes for one who comes three weeks after the main season because then life gets cheaper again, and values him as \"middle class, but rather on the poor side.\"\r\nThe mountaineer wants to climb the Seekofel across the north face, across the Wolff Glanvell route.\r\nVeit eyes up the man once more from top to bottom. \"Retired professor or the like.\" he thinks and quotes a medium price; \"nothing exceptional this is. But who knows, maybe there is something else to do in the Seekofel cirque....\"\r\nAfter some back and forth, the price for the north face is negotiated. The other day he wants to start with the sun, the man says.\r\nIn the morning, when Veit sticks his head out of the window, still half-asleep, a young day shines over the mountains, as beautiful as if Godfather had made the world completely new just this night. No cloud is to be seen. The sky is wide and deep, and wide and deeop is the lake. The Kofel shines freshly down, and in the water it is upside down and shines once again. The fish are jumping. Where one bounces up, rings are slowly dancing toward the shore. It is a joy to live.\r\n\"Today indeed\", Veit laughs and looks again up to the Seekofel cirque, \"today I will get lucky. My mountaineer probably does not understand anything anyway about hunting, he won't disturb me. Such a medium price needs a good chamous buck, only then the tour will yield something for me.\" \r\nThe mountaineer already sits in the dining room and spreads honey on a butter bread an inch thick. Veit prepares the ropes, pickaxe and irons. Then they start.\r\nWhen they reach the dairy cabin at the other side of the shore, he says: \"If you will excuse me, sir\", and jumps behind the cabin. \"Please\", the man says. Veit disappers, and when he returns, he carries a nice deer rifle. \"Ah\", the mountaineer says and cleans his pair of pince-nez, \"I thought....\"\r\n\"No, no, sir, don't you worry. I only take this rifle for self-defence. You never know, the chamois are so jumpy and skittish around this time of the year. They may get the idea to dance around on the band of crushed stones while we are climbing in the north face and can't go back nor forward, and they end up kicking the biggest stones down on us, whole rocks, so that even the hardest Tyrolean head gives in. Therefore, a guide has to be able to shoot such a chamois which is in his way, so that the mountaineer does not get into any danger.\"\r\n\"Yes, but....\"\r\n\"No buts. Do you happen to know Diboner from Cortina? A chamois buck killed his mountaineer, dead as a doornail, only because he didn't cary a deer rifle. Serves him right, Diboner, why does he not care better for his mountaineer? I am different in this respect.\"\r\n\"Yes, but.... this has something to do with shooting rights and.....\"\r\n\"Dear sir, don't worry. I would only shoot in self-defence, and this is legal in Tyrol. When a chamois is so stupid as to stand in our way", "transcription": "Ein Gamsbock steht im Wege[;]Geschichte aus dem Tiroler Volksleben von Karl Springenschmid[;]Wenn einmal ein kalter Herbstmorgen den ersten Schnee in die Dolomiten[;]wirft, sind die Bergfuehrer um jeden Herrn froh, den sie noch an ihr Seil nehmen[;]koennen. Selbst einer wie der Veit Senoner, der im Sommer gern in wenig waeh-[;]lerisch tut und nicht jeden Herrn nimmt, der die Strasse hereingelaufen kommt, nimmt jetzt die Herren ohne viel Anschauen.[;]\"Veit\", schreit die Kellnerin in die Gaststuben, \"es ischt a Herr da[;]fuern Seekofel.\"[;]Mitten im Stich springt der Veit auf, die Trumpfsau noch in der Hand,[;]und geht schnell in den Speisesaal um den Herrn, dass er ihm ja nicht auskommt.[;]\"Viel schaugt er ja nit gleich\", denkt er, wie er das kleine verhutzel-[;]te Bergmanndl hinter dem Ofentisch hocken sieht, \"aber in der Not frisst der Teu-[;]fel Fliegen.\"[;]Freundlich tritt er naeher, lupft seinen Lodenhut und sagt mit seinem[;]suessesten Gesicht: \"I waer der Veit Senoner, Herr, der Fuehrer fuern Seekofel.\"[;]Der Veit hat seine eigene Art, die Herren zu taxieren. Den da, mit der[;]verwetzten Lederhosen, den doppelten Kniescheiben und dem schaebigen Leinenroeckel,[;]nimmt er fuer einen solchen, der drei Wochen nach der Hauptsaison dahersteigt, weil[;]da das Leben wieder billiger wird, und taxiert ihn als \"mittelmassig, aber schon[;]mehr auf der notigen Seiten.\"[;]Das Bergmanndl will den Seekofel ueber die Nordwand packen, auf der[;]Wolff-Glanvell-Routen.[;]Der Veit mustert noch einmal den Herrn kritisch von unten bis oben.[;]\"Pensionierter Professor oder so was,\" denkt er und macht ihm einen mittelmaes-[;]sigen Preis; \"nix Bsunders is ja nit. Aber man kann ja nit wissen, vielleicht[;]geht suenst no was im Seekofelkar.....\"[;]Nach einer Weile hin und her ist die Nordwand ausgehandelt. Am anderen[;]Tag in aller Fruehe will der Herr aufsteiegen, sagt er. Am Morgen, wie der Veit[;]noch halb verschlafen seinen Grind durch das Fensterl steckt, ist ein junger[;]Tag ueber den Bergen, so schoen, als haette Gottvater eben erst in dieser Nacht[;]die Welt nagelneu erschaffen. Keine Wolke ist da. Weit und tief ist der Himmel[;]und weit und tief der See. Frisch glaenzt der Kofel herab und drinnen im Wasser[;]steht er Kopf und glaenzt noch einmal. Die Fische springen auf. Wo einer hoch-[;]schnellt, tanzen langsam die Ringe ans Ufer. Es ist eine Lust zu leben.[;]\"Heut woll,\" lacht der Veit und schaut wieder hinauf ins Seekofelkar,[;]\"heut wird's was. Mein Herrl, does versteht ja ehnix von der Jagerei, does bringt[;]mi nit draus. A mittelmaessiger Tarif braucht no an saubern Gamsbock dazue, nach-[;]her gibt die Tour erst richtig aus.\"[;]Der Herr sitzt schon im Speisesaal und streicht den Honig fingerdick[;]auf sein Butterbrot. Der Veit richtet Seil, Pickel und Eisen. Dann ruecken sie[;]los.[;]Wie sie drueben am anderen Ufer bei der Sennhuette vorbeigehen, meint[;]er: \"Mit Verlaub, Herr,\" und springt hinter die Huetten.[;]\"Bitte,\" sagt der Herr.[;]Der Veit verschwindet, und wie er wieder auftaucht, hat er einen schoe-[;]nen Kugelstutzer in der Hand.[;]\"Ach so,\" sagt der Herr und putzt seine Zwicker, \"ich dachte.....\"[;]\"Na, na, der Herr braucht nix denken. I nimm den Stutzen lei zur Not-[;]wehr mit. Man kann ja nit wissen, die Gamsen sein ja so springnarrisch hiez um[;]die Zeit. Es fallt ihnen ein und sie tanzen droben aufm Schotterband umanander,[;]daweil mier in der Nordwand dreinhaengen und nit vor und nit zruck koennen, und[;]schmeissen uens die groessten Felsbrocken aufm Schaedel, ganze Truemmer, dass der[;]haerteste Tiroler Grind nachgibt. Drum muess der Fuehrer so a Gams, does ihm im[;]Weg steht, wegputzen koennen, dass ja dem Herrn nix geschieht.\"[;]\"Ja, aber......\"[;]\"Gar nix aber. Kennt der Herr epper den Diboner, drenten in Cortina?[;]Dem hat a Gamsbock den Herrn derschlagen, ganz maustot, lei weil er kein Stutzen[;]mitgnummen hat. Recht ischt ihm geschehen, dem Diboner, was sorgt er si nit besser[;]fuer sein Herrn. Ich bin da anders.\"[;]\"Ja aber.....\" es handel sich doch hier um Jagdrecht und......\"[;]Da braucht si der Herr gar nit sorgen. Geschossen wird lei aus Notwehr[;]und does ischt in Tirol erlaubt. Bal a Gams halt so daumm ischt und steht uens[;]"}}, {"id": 48901, "created": "2015-03-25T16:16:03.855826", "project_id": 128, "task_id": 29239, "user_id": 877, "user_ip": null, "finish_time": "2015-03-25T16:16:03.855854", "timeout": null, "calibration": null, "external_uid": null, "media_url": null, "info": {"other": "", "translation": "A  Chamois-Buck  Obstructs  The Path\r\n\r\nStories of Tyrolean folklore  by Karl Springenschmid\r\n\r\n[;]  Once the first snow appears on a cold autumn morning, mountain guides are very happy to accept any gentleman to their ropes.  Even such a one as Veit Senoner, who  is rather choosy in summer and does not accept all and sundry coming up the road, now takes any chap and no questions asked.\r\n\r\n[;] 'Veit', the waitress in the restaurant shouts, 'there is a gentleman for the Seekofel.'\r\n\r\n[;] Still in the middle of his meal Veit jumps up, a prime piece of pork still in his hand and walks fast towards the gentleman before he can change his mind.\r\n\r\n[;] 'He does not look like much', he thinks beholding the small, wizened manikin crouching behind the stove table, 'but when in need, the devil will eat flies'.\r\n\r\n[;] In a friendly manner he approaches, lifting his coarse woollen hat and saying with his sweetest smile, 'I am Veit Senoner, Sir, the guide for the Seekofel.'  \r\n\r\n[;]  Veit has his own way to assess his gentlemen.  This one here with his worn leather pants, the wobbly knees and his threadbare linen shirt he judges as one of those who come three weeks after the main season, because life gets cheaper then and assesses him as 'average, but tending towards the needy'.\r\n\r\n[;] The manikin wants to climb the Seekofel via the northern route, the Wolff-Glanvell route.\r\n\r\n[;] Again Veit scrutinizes the little man from head to toe.  ''A retired professor or something like that,' he thinks, naming him a moderate price; 'somebody special he is not, but one never knows perhaps any odd chap can go up the Seekofel....'\r\n\r\n[;] After a while the particulars of the northern route are negotiated.  Very early the next day the little man wants to begin the ascent, he says.  In the morning when a still sleepy Veit looks out of the window, he beholds a young day over the mountains so beautiful, as if the Lord had just newly created it.  No cloud to be seen.  Wide and deep is the sky, wide and deep the lake.  Fresh and clean the Kofel sparkles and on the water it appears again upside down and sparkling. Fish are jumping up.  Where one of them jumps rings appear on the water surface, slowly dancing towards the shore.  It is good to live.\r\n\r\n[;] 'Today it's good.' Veit laughs and looks again up at the Kofel, 'today will work out fine.  My manikin, you don't understand anything about hunting, you are ignorant.  A moderate fee plus a fine chomois-buck, that makes the tour really worth-while.'\r\n                                                                2\r\n[;] The man sits already in the dining room and smears honey on his sandwich, as thick as his finger.  Veit prepares the rope, iron clamps and pickaxe.  Then they start.\r\n\r\n[;] When they are passing the sun-hut on the other side, he says, 'Excuse me, please Sir,' and jumps behind the hut.\r\n\r\n[;] 'Of course', says the manikin.\r\n\r\n[;] Veit disappears and when he reappears he holds a beautiful carbine in his hand.\r\n\r\n[;] 'I see,' says the man polishing his glasses, 'I thought .....'\r\n\r\n[;] 'Now, now,  the gentleman does not need to think.  I take the carbine for emergency defence.  One can never know, the chamois are crazy at this time.  They get it into their head and dance up on the Schotterband while we are hanging on the north face wall and can neither go forth nor back, while they they are throwing the biggest pieces of rocks on our skulls, whole chunks, so that the hardest Tyrolean head will crack.  Thats why the guide, should such a chamois bar his path, is able to do away with it so that the gentleman is unharmed.'\r\n\r\n[;] 'Yes, but......'\r\n\r\n[;] 'No buts.  Does the gentleman know Diboner down from Cortina?  He was killed by a chamois, quite dead, just because he did not take a carbine.  It served him right, the Diboner, why did he not take better precautions for his gentleman.  I am different.'\r\n\r\n[;] 'Yes, but.....' we are talking here about hunting rights and ....'\r\n\r\n[;] The gentleman does not have to worry.  Shooting in self-defence only that is allowed in Tyrol.  When a chamois is so silly as standing in the middle of our route, it must go.", "transcription": "na"}}]