ou half been do mein
oxen, Van Dyke."

"Oh yes, I had a look at them; they were feeding well."

"Ja; die poys dell me zo. Now I go do ask you do let me shday dill
do-morrow, und den die peasts vill pe rested, und I go on again."

"Don't hurry, Herr Morgenstern," said Emson. "You and I must have a
long talk about--about--"

"Die shdones? Nein, mein good vrient, you go do zay you must share zom
mid me, but I zhall dake none. Look at me: I am zeventy jahrs alt, und
I have blenty do leave my old vomans ven I die, zo should I dake what
vill do you zo much good?"

"But we owe everything to you."

"Nein. It ist not zo. You have work hart, und you have got your goot
dimes ad last. You keep vot you haf found. I zhall dake noding bood
die hant of mein vrients."

"Oh, but you ought to have a good share, Herr Morgenstern," cried Dyke.

"Ach ten! what for you go shpeak like dot, you bube. You wand to make
me gross, und get in a big passion. Tunder! No, I vill dot dake von
shingle shdone. You shpeak again, I go away in a gross anger. Aha! you
see, mein vrient Yoseph, I zoon zed die dot imbudend bube, who go to
shpoil my breakfass. I do not wand my breakfass shpoil. You
oondershtan. You say diamont again, I gall my poys, und inspan und go
away."

He frowned, as if he meant all he said, went on eating fiercely for a
few moments, and then with his mouth full:

"I have blenty," he cried, "und I am glad you have blendy, doo. Now,
von vort, von leedle vort, und I haf done. You dake a long shdocking
und pud die shdones in, and den you vind all you gan. You make mooch as
you gan before die beoble gom. It is got to be know dot dere are blenty
diamonts in der veldt, und tousands und tousands gom to vind. Vell, you
are virst; you pick oop all you gan pefore dey gom, und nopody know, for
you shoot oop your mouth and hold your dongue. Wise man don't cry `Look
here!' when he vind. He go und vind again, eh? Dot is all, und I have
enshoy der bess breakfass I effer vas haf."

"But, really, Morgenstern."

"Oof! I am going to get in soch a big passion!" roared the old man
furiously. "I gom here und vind you all down in die doomps. I gif you
vizzick do make you shdrong, und I dell you you are ridge mans; und now
you vill not led me haf any beace. I haf not mooch hair left upon mein
het: do you vant me to dear it all oud; zo as mein old vomans zhall nod
know me when I go pack?"

"No, no, no; but--"

"Nod ano