der vort. I am going to shmoke mein bibe.--Ah, you bube, Van
Dyke, you laugh pecause I preak him last night! You dink I haf nod god
anoder? Ha, ha! I haf god zigs, und one made of wood zo as he gannod
preak.--Now, mein tear vrient Yoseph Emzon, led me rest und enshoy
myself.--You bube, go und dell dot plack vomans do gook me a goot
tinner. I zhall go und shmoke mein bibe und shdudy close long,
shdupid-looking pirts, und you gan both gom und dalk do me."

Old Morgenstern had his own way, sitting about in different parts of the
farm where there were suitable resting-places, and longest in the chasm
of the granite by the water spring in the kopje.

"So dis vas a vavoride blace of yours, eh, bube?" he said, as he sat and
smoked in the shade.

"Yes; it is so nice, and moist, and cool."

"Ja, zo. You are nod a shtupid poy at all. Bood look here, dot vos a
goot tinner: und I enshoy him mooch pecause I shall nod ged anoder dill
I go pack to mein old vomans. Now I do nod dink you and der pig bruder
vill shdop ferry long at Kopfontein. You will go pack to Angleland."

"Oh yes, some day, of course," said Dyke.

"Ja, zo. When you haf vound blenty of shdones. When you go pack, you
vill nod dake dot voman?"

"Oh no! Poor old Tanta Sal; we shall be sorry to leave her behind."

"Den you do nod go to leave her pehind. You shall gom py me to go
home.--Ah, heim! mein vaterland! I zhall neffer go pack to her, bube: I
am doo alt und dick. I shall go vrom here do der great vaterland--do
Himmel, I hope. Bood you shall bring Tanta Sal to alt Oom Morgenstern.
My alt vomans shall pe fery goot to her, und she shall gook tinners, und
help. Bood she vill haf to vear more glothes. Mein alt voman vill nod
led her go apout like dot."

The next morning that plan regarding Tanta Sal's future was ratified,
subject to the woman's agreement, and Emson thought that as they would
go very slowly, he might be able to sit upon his horse, and ride with
old Morgenstern for a few miles on his long round.

The old man beamed with satisfaction, and Emson and Dyke mounted, and
walked their horses, one on each side of the wagon-box, where the old
fellow sat holding his big whip.

They went to the first water, where the oxen were refreshed, a good six
miles from Kopfontein, and then departed, the old man blessing them both
in patriarchal manner, ending by kissing Dyke on each cheek.

"Dill we meed again, mein sohn," he said, and the great