236 WILD FOWL SHOOTING. 
eh? Fill your handts mit pologna and sheese up, und 
I vill broceed. Mine vader you moost rememper is a 
wery imbortandt man, ezspecially in his own mindt. 
Vone day he vas hoongry und dry, und tropped him- 
selluf a restaurant in. He seated himselluf at a dable, 
bicks a baper up, drows his veet upon der dable 
and says toder vaiter: ‘Ich vill skooner peer,grakers und 
limpurger sheese haben.’ Der vaiter prings ’em all. 
Mine vater smell der sheese und say: ‘ Here, vaiter ! 
take dot sheese pack, it vas doo young ; pring me some 
dot vas old und strong, dot schmell.” Der vaiter prings 
more sheese ; mine vater gceeps his feet on der dable up 
und reads. Der vaiter he prings olt, strong sheese ; 
my fater schmell itagain, und say: ‘ Dry it again, vait- 
er, dot vast not strong genough, Der vaiter then he 
vas mat und say :‘Sheneral ! -—he call him Sheneral, 
pecause he vas so proudt— ‘Sheneral! it machts 
nichts to me, dot you vas a big man, dat you vas 
treasurer of der Liedertafel und bresident of der 
Saengerbund soziety, but der rebutation of my poss 
is at stake, und in vairness to him, you should dake 
your veet from der dable off, und give der scheese a 
shance.” 
Jim had been holding in as long as possible, and at the 
conclusion of the story rolled over on the ground and 
fairly yelled with laughter. The point in the story, 
Hans’ quaint manner of telling it, part English, part 
German, his hesitancy at times for the right word, his 
sudden adaptation of some German expression to aid 
him, made it very interesting, and amusing. 
So busily engaged are they, that a new-comer aj: 
proaches them unobserved. The dog gives warning; in 
looking up they see a farmer boy, aged perhaps fourteen. 
