uselfs, or what you do. Und dot's mein
sermon, und it is a goot one, hey? Pecause it is zo short. Bud dot's
all. Now den," he continued, as he took down a great pipe, and began to
fill it from a keg of tobacco, "I am going to shmoke mein bibe, pecause
I veel as if I vas a goot poy."

He struck a match, lit up, and as he began to emit great clouds of
smoke, he carefully stamped out the last spark from the splint of wood,
reseated himself, and chuckled.

"You wait dill I haf finish mein bibe, und we vill all go to vork, und
pack dese dings in dem wagon. Now you look here. I dell you about die
diamonds--und der is hartly any potty yet as know--und as zoon as I haf
dell you, I zay to myselfs: `Ach! Hans Morgenstern, you are not a man:
you are chattering old frau, who gannot keep a zecret. You go dell
effery potty.' Und I vas ferry zorry pecause I vas soch an old
dumkopf--you know what dot is?"

"Something head," said Dyke, smiling.

"Yaas, it ist your thick head, poy, shdupid head, und I vas gross mit
myzelf, bud now I am glad. Der pig bruder zaid I vas honest mans, und
just. I am a magistrate, und I dry to be, und I vall out mit den Boers,
und zom oder white men, pecause I zay der Kaffir is a pig shdupid shild,
und you must make him do what you want; but you shall not beat und kill
him for nodings. Ach! you laugh yourselfs pecause I use den shdick.
Neffer mind. I am just, und die Kaffirs know it, und gom und work for
den alt man, und gom pack again. I am glad now I did dell you about die
diamonds. Your bruder ist a gendlemans, und you dell him not to wasde
his dime over die long shanks, and to go for die diamonds, und if he
wands shdores, to gom mit his wagon, und get all he wands, und if he
gannot bay me, id does not madder. Zom day he will ged das money, und
he gan bay me den. Ach! he zaid I vas a honest man, und he is mein
vrient, und dot is der zweetest bibe of dobacco I ever shmoke. Now gom
und help load den wagon, like a goot poy, and zom day, when you grow a
pig man, you may learn to shmoke doo. Boot it ist not goot for poys."

CHAPTER SIXTEEN.

A DEAD CHECK.

Two pleasant, restful days under the green leaves at old Morgenstern's
farm and store, and he was pressed to stay another; but Dyke was anxious
to get back to his brother, and with Duke limping about, the horse and
bullocks looking quite fresh and well, everything loaded up carefully,
and a cask of sweet, pure water slung at the