Gottschalk

Three years ago he'd found it, a whimpering puppy, on the refuse heap where Emil Gottschalk had tossed it to die.

He was not afraid of becoming lost or of breaking a ski, as Hermann Gottschalk had, probably when he blundered into a tree trunk.

Then he resumed a kneeling position and continued to help Caesar dig Emil Gottschalk from his snowy couch.

She drew a cup, brought it to the table, and the elder Halle held the cup to Hermann Gottschalk's lips.

Finding Emil Gottschalk had made him a person of no small importance in Dornblatt.