Nebelmännle
The fog Mannle is a legendary figure of the Bodensee -space and at the same time a local carnival figure was founded in 1938 Bodman fools Association of Bosköpfe.
The Nebelmännle is a personification of the mist that damages the vines. In order to secure the wine, the Nebelmännle insists that the ringing of the fog bell be stopped.
Legends versions in Bodman
The legendary versions of Bodman were best compiled by Ludwig Uhland in 1859. The oldest tradition can be found in the Zimmerische Chronik .
A handwritten note from the 17th century quoted by Uhland mentions the homecoming traditions for the first time .
The Nebelmännle, which has appeared in the parades in Bodman since 1954, has been in a humorous dialogue with Count Bodman at the local carnival since 1977. In 2004 the (alleged) 1000th anniversary of its appearance was celebrated.
Legend version at the Federsee
Anton Birlinger and Michel Buck published in their collection of sagas in 1861 as No. 580 Graf Stadion and the Nebelmännlein with the note Oral .
Once there was a count in the stadium [...] who went abroad with a carriage and two servants to travel the world and search for earthly paradise. He was already gone in the seventh year, had sold his horse and car because it cost him something to travel. With his two servants he came to a large wood, where he got lost. Suddenly they came to a mighty high wall and did not know what that meant. The count therefore ordered a servant to go up and see what land was above the wall. But as he was above, he only smiled down at the count and jumped down to the land on the other side. Thought the count: there is sure to be something rare over there, so lifted the leg of his second servant and said to him: "Nickel! Don't snap down, tell me what's over there! ”But he did it like the first servant. The count tried until evening to climb up the wall; he had scratched his nails off his fingers, but all his crawling was in vain. Then he collapsed dead tired and did not know where from and where. Suddenly he saw a light shimmering behind the fir trees and our count was brave again. He went up to it, knocked and an old forest woman opened it for him. Said the woman: "Dear man, get out of here, my husband will be home soon and he's an ogre." The count pleaded for a hostel. It touched the woman's heart, and she said, “Yes, but if you stay there I must hide you; there slip under the Kautschenhenngatter! But you mustn't bother! ”The count conspired not to cough and crawled under the couch to the hens. Then the forest man came and said, "Woman! I taste human flesh. Bring the fellow! "Said the woman:" Certainly, there is nobody there! "Then he sniffed around the whole room, at the stove, at the watch-house, at the couch (cot). Suddenly he reached into the hen gate and the dear Count, pale as our Lord on the cross, had to wander out. Said the forest man: “So, so! is it you, Count von Stadion! If you want to throw your boned fog bell into the Federsee at the stadium, I will not eat you and will take you to the stadium by eight o'clock tomorrow morning, because at nine o'clock your wife is married to someone else. "The count replied:" A man "One word." The forest man offered the count that he was actually the little fog man and that he couldn't stand the legged fog bell, especially since it hit him on the head whenever he wanted to make fog there. The count still ate at night with the fog man and early in the morning they drove to the stadium on a cloud of fog in no time. The count could only show his wife that he was her husband through the steel ring. It was all hairy and ragged. But he had the little bell sunk into the Federsee.
Web links
- recorded by Ernst Heinrich Meier
Individual evidence
- ^ Birlinger: sagas, fairy tales, popular superstition. German fairy tales and legends, p. 10831 (cf. Birlinger / Buck-Sagen, p. 348 ff.)