Captain Walker(153) in the afternoon to buy a Timor horse, which could only happen in his absence. On the way to a shop where I bought something, I met ( 145 ) a German, whom I spoke to and who visited me afterwards. He is from Switzerland but has been in France for a long time; If you can believe his words, he has some money; On Sunday [I] promised him that I would go with him to Klemzig. His name is C. A. Füssli(154).

October 4th, 1839.
[I] bought a Timoran, of which I paid a third, borrowed a third from Br. Teichelmann and have to pay the other third on November 1st. In the evening I rode to Klemzig and sold my Timoran to Mr. Fiedler. Since I stayed the night in Klemzig, Bertha and I had the evening hour alone to entertain ourselves. The next morning, namely

October 5th, 1839.
Bertha went into town very early. Just as she was about to leave, I woke up and gave her my hand from my bed. Around 9 or 10 a.m. Mr. Fiedler and me rode into town to buy another Timoran, but that didn't happen. Mr. Fiedler then rode the horse to Klemzig, promising to send it to me through Julius tomorrow.

October 6th, 1839. Sunday
Julius arrived on the horse before I had even had breakfast, and soon after, so did Mr. Füssli, whom I had promised to accompany him to Klemzig. Whether it was the new saddle that Mr. Fiedler had bought yesterday or the horse's kicking, it was enough that I fell down on the park land.

Bertha was dressed like a bride and was about to leave for church. Kleinschmidt told me that Schlinke claimed that he could bring witnesses that Bertha ( 146 ) had promised him marriage. Since only Schlinke had been with Weimann(155) the previous night, I suspected that he wanted to bring the matter before the community; and, of course, Krummnow and Schliefkes had spoken about it, but not Schlinke himself.

Bertha and I enjoyed a lovely long evening together, as Mr Füssli and Teichelmann had left and the rest had all gone into the evening hour. I have never seen Bertha more in love and more lovable than she was this evening. Despite all the dalliances, we didn't forget to talk seriously about our relationship. She confessed to me that Schlinke had only received a stolen kiss from her. When I said that if she alone wanted to count the number of kisses given, I could not say that I had received even one from her; she replied with delightful naturalness, she likes to keep quiet for me. --

The good heart suffered from severe toothache again today. I spent the night in Klemzig again and went into town the following morning with Julius, who wanted to get the runaway Timoran back.