r go und look vor die brescious shdones, und nod preak hish hart
like der gock osdridge preak die eggs his weibs lays."

"Yes, I'll tell him, Herr Morgenstern. I did want him to come and look
for gold."

"Ach! der golt ist no goot, bube. Effery potty goes to look for den
golt. You dell him to go und look for die diamonds."

"Yes, but where?" said Dyke drily.

"Dunder und lightning! If I know, I should dake two pig wagon to dem
place, all vull of mealies und goot dings, und dell die beebles die
diamonds vas here; und vhen dey gom to vind, I should zell mein goot
dings und go und vetch zom move. You must go und vind die places
everyvere all ofers, und dell me. I ken not, bood der are diamonds to
be found. Now you shdop dat ruck a dongue of yours, und do not dalk zo
motch like an old vool, und gom und hafe zom breakfast, or the old frau
vill gom after us mit a shdick."

He winked comically at Dyke, and led the way to the house, where there
was a warm welcome, and a delicious breakfast of bread and milk and
coffee waiting, with glorious yellow butter and fried bacon to follow.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN.

OOM MORGENSTERN'S SERMON.

Duke was fed directly after the meal, and curled up afterward to "ged
himselfs guide well again as effers." Soon after Dyke came across Jack,
who was returning from driving the bullocks down to the stream for
water, and now carefully saw to their being in the best bit of the old
man's pasture for a good feed and rest.

"Ach zo!" cried the old man, "he ist a creat deal potter, mein young
vrient.--You Shack, you hafe work well. You gan go to mein haus, und
die frau will give you blenty of mealie gake und zom milk. You don't
eat doo motch, or you will pe pad again, und want dem shdick. You
oontershdant?"

Jack, whose face had been very pitiful and pleading, brightened up at
this, and ran toward the house, while old Morgenstern turned and
favoured Dyke with one of his winks.

"You zee now, my younger vrient, he ist like a pig shild dot has been
oop der shimney. You must hid him hart negs dime. You did hid doo
zoft."

"Soft!" cried Dyke. "Why, I thought I had killed him."

"Ach, yes, you dought zo; but der plack man's het is sehr dick. You hid
an Englishman, or a Deutschman, or a Boer, and his het ist tin; but a
plack man's het is dick. I dink zomdimes ven he ist so shdupid dot it
ist all hart bone right froo. But it ist not zo; it is only dot dey are
shdupid liddle shildre