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Tales and Legends of the Tyrol

Chapter 11: THE PERJURER.
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A curated collection of folk tales and regional legends drawn from the Tyrolean mountains, presented as short narratives tied to specific landscapes and landmarks. The pieces feature supernatural figures and phenomena—fairies, giants, witches, spirits, and enchanted creatures—that intersect with ordinary people and local belief. Several stories function as origin tales for unusual topography, lost treasures, petrified figures, and sunken dwellings, while others offer moral or cautionary motifs. Varied in length and tone, the arrangement emphasizes atmosphere and oral tradition, moving between eerie, tragic, and playful moods to evoke the character of mountain life.

THE PERJURER.

On the Kummersee, which is also called Hindersee, in the Tyrol, the parish of Schönna possesses two beautiful mountains which they had only hired in former times from the villagers of Passeir. But at last the inhabitants of Schönna affirmed that they were their own property, and therefore commenced a law-suit which was to be decided by oath. A man of Schönna committed perjury, which he thought to do safely in the following manner. He stuck in his hat a ladle called in the Tyrol schöpfer, which is also the German word for Creator, and put in his shoes some earth out of his own field. So he appeared on the Alp before the judges and swore: “As truly as I have the Schöpfer above me and my own earth beneath me, the two Alps belong to Schönna.” In consequence of that oath they were awarded to the villagers of Schönna by the judges.

But at the same moment the devil flew down the precipices, seized the perjurer by his neck, and dragged him straight off to hell, leaving behind him as he rushed through the air a dreadful smell of sulphur and a train of fire. With his prey he beat an enormous hole through the Weisse Wand, a huge mountain close to the Kummersee, which hole is still to be seen up to the present day as a warning. From thence he flew over the Christl Alp down to the village of St. Martin, where he rested himself upon a stone, and then dragged the body through the mud of the village streets, and as he passed, the devil is said to have grunted, “For there is nothing so weighty as a perjurer’s body.”