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"I wanted to gif you the other handt, too, but I gafe it to your gountry a goodt while ago." "To my country?" asked March, with a sense of pain, and yet lightly, as if it were a joke of the old man's. "Your country, too, Lindau?" The old man turned very grave, and said, almost coldly, "What gountry hass a poor man got, Mr. Marge?"
"I wanted to gif you the other handt, too, but I gafe it to your gountry a goodt while ago." "To my country?" asked March, with a sense of pain, and yet lightly, as if it were a joke of the old man's. "Your country, too, Lindau?" The old man turned very grave, and said, almost coldly, "What gountry hass a poor man got, Mr. Marge?"
If some peobles are gombelt to keep der laws and oders are not, dot's a great atwantitch to der oders. Dot iss what iss ruining der gountry und der peobles iss commencement to take notice. Efer'veres in oder towns der iss housecleaning; dey are reforming und indieding, und pooty soon dot mofement comes here shoo-er!
"I wanted to gif you the other handt, too, but I gafe it to your gountry a goodt while ago." "To my country?" asked March, with a sense of pain, and yet lightly, as if it were a joke of the old man's. "Your country, too, Lindau?" The old man turned very grave, and said, almost coldly, "What gountry hass a poor man got, Mr. Marge?"
'If the younk man wants a chop, I can give him one. Dwenty shillings a veek, and meals at the mittle of the tay. 'What is the work? Paul asked. 'To be my brivate zecretary, said Darco, 'and to dravel with me through the gountry. 'When am I to begin? 'Now, said Darco.
Where you hear that story?" "Well, I don't know," said Fulkerson, rather embarrassed. "It's common talk." "It's a gommon lie, then! When the time gome dat dis iss a free gountry again, then I dake a bension again for my woundts; but I would sdarfe before I dake a bension now from a rebublic dat iss bought oap by monobolies, and ron by drusts and gompines, and railroadts andt oil gompanies."
"Was it das?" "What brought you here from America, or wherever you ran away from?" "To see der, volks." "But you are an ORPHAN, you know, and you have no folks living here." "But all Shermany is mine volks, de whole gountry, don't it? Pet your poots! How's dot, eh?" The consul turned back to his desk and wrote a short note to General Adlerkreutz in his own American German.
Where you hear that story?" "Well, I don't know," said Fulkerson, rather embarrassed. "It's common talk." "It's a gommon lie, then! When the time gome dat dis iss a free gountry again, then I dake a bension again for my woundts; but I would sdarfe before I dake a bension now from a rebublic dat iss bought oap by monobolies, and ron by drusts and gompines, and railroadts andt oil gompanies."
Emerica, dat's my gountry now, und dere," he pointed behind him to the house under the mammoth oak tree on the Lower Road, "dat's my home. Dat's goot enough Vaterland for me." Annixter gathered up the reins, about to go on. "So you like America, do you, Bismarck?" he said. "Who do you vote for?" "Emerica? I doand know," returned the other, insistently. "Dat's my home yonder. Dat's my Vaterland.
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