The Enigma of Kaspar Hauser Page #4

permits of no childish pranks.

And now for the first Riddle:

The Little King!

Monarch of the Golden Land

of Punt of song and legend.

The last link of an

ancient line of giants!

Each king of this line

was tinier than the last.

Here you see that the last

living member of the royal family.

Another few centuries, and the

Kings of Punt will be invisible.

The very last king

will be no bigger than a flea!

Yes, there he sits, our Little King...

...cowering like an outcast

in the corner of his throne.

And as the kings have grown

tinier, so have their kingdoms.

His kingdom is no larger

than the spot he is sitting on...

...for neither can he leave his

kingdom without outside help...

...nor can he climb it. Our

next Riddle, ladies and gentlemen...

Our next Riddle of Science -

the Young Mozart!

One day long ago

he fell into a deep trance...

...and asked for nothing

more but the music of Mozart.

At a tender age he already

knew all the scores by heart.

Now, still in the trance,

he looks for dark holes in the earth...

...because they tried to teach

him to read and write at school.

Since that day he has

lost the power of speech.

He was not able

to read or write he says...

...because the whiteness

of the paper blinded him.

Day in, day out, he peers

into dark, deep holes in the earth...

...looking for entrances to caves

and underground waterways.

As you see, there is no way to

gain the poor fellow's attention...

His mind is completely

engrossed in zones of twilight.

Our next Riddle, a living

specimen of anthropology...

...is Hombrecito.

An untamed Indian from

the sunny shores of New Spain.

This wildman is the sole

remaining member in all of Europe...

...of the renowned and

legendary Kaffir and Indian Show.

He plays his wooden flute

night and day, because he believes...

...that if he stops,

all the people in town will die.

He wears three separate jackets

to keep from catching cold...

...and to protect himself from

the evil breath of mankind.

Hombrecito is a jolly good

fellow, and quite tame.

He speaks hardly a word of

any tongue - except Indian of course.

And now to the final

and greatest Riddle of all!

Kaspar, the Foundling!

He has agreed, with the express

permission of the authorities...

...to appear in person here

every afternoon, and thus..

...to ease the community's

financial burden.

Thank you, Kaspar!

Kaspar Hauser was found in

the Town Square of this fine city...

...just as you see him

standing before you today.

In his right hand,

a prayer-book...

...and his left,

the Anonymous Letter.

Abandoned to his

fate in a strange town...

...the boy could neither speak nor walk.

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