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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 to der vaiter : 'Ich vill skooner peer,grakers und 

 limpurger sheese haben.' Der vaiter prings 'em all. 

 Mine vater smell der sheese und say : 4 Here, vaiter I 

 take dot sheese pack, it vas doo young ; pring me some 

 dot vas old und strong, dot BchmelL' Der vaiter prings 

 more sheese ; mine vater geeps his feet on der dable up 

 und reads. Der vaiter he prings olt, strong sheese ; 

 my fater schmell it again, und say : l 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 

 finance.*' 



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, 



