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We rose, and leaning over the low stone parapet, watched the dancing lights upon the soft, dark river. "It has been a pleasant Bummel, on the whole," said Harris; "I shall be glad to get back, and yet I am sorry it is over, if you understand me." "What is a 'Bummel'?" said George. "How would you translate it?"
"Oh, he went off to the army in the beginning of the war; some say he was killed at the storming of Stony Point others say he was drowned in a squall at the foot of Antony's Nose. I don't know he never came back again." "Where's Van Bummel, the school-master?" "He went off to the wars too, was a great militia general, and is now in Congress."
He looked in vain for the sage Nicholas Vedder, with his broad face, double chin, and fair long pipe, uttering clouds of tobacco-smoke instead of idle speeches; or Van Bummel, the school-master, doling forth the contents of an ancient newspaper.
He looked in vain for the sage Nicholas Vedder, with his broad face, double chin, and fair long pipe, uttering clouds of tobacco-smoke, instead of idle speeches; or Van Bummel, the schoolmaster, doling forth the contents of an ancient newspaper.
How solemnly they would listen to the contents, as drawled out by Derrick Van Bummel, the school-master, a dapper learned little man, who was not to be daunted by the most gigantic word in the dictionary; and how sagely they would deliberate upon public events some months after they had taken place.
Just then, as the poor perplexed parson was about to make another attempt for liberty, a side-door swung open; a well-built, comely servant-girl, dressed like Jenny Lind in the "Fille du Regiment," appeared. Bringing the back of her hand to her forehead, she said, "General, dinner is ready." Van Bummel muttered something about "joining our mess," and led the way to the banqueting-hall.
It was too awful, those good-byes. Each got worse and harder than the last. We had divine days in between, to be sure, when we'd prowl out into the woods around the city, with a picnic lunch, or bummel along the waterfront, ending at a counter we knew, which produced, or the man behind it produced, delectable and cheap clubhouse sandwiches.
They are all-important in the streets, and everything and everybody makes haste to get out of their way. If you do not get out of their way, and you still happen to be alive when picked up, then on your recovery you are fined for having been in their way. This teaches you to be wary of them. One afternoon Harris took a "bummel" by himself.
"Oh, he went off to the army in the beginning of the war; some say he was killed at the storming of Stony Point others say he was drowned in a squall at the foot of Antony's Nose. I don't know he never came back again." "Where's Van Bummel, the schoolmaster?" "He went off to the wars too, was a great militia general, and is now in Congress."
Here have Van Bummel, Schoenbroeck, and Van der Donck, just sent me a very neatly-folded pamphlet, written in good Leyden Dutch, to prove that trade is an exchange of what the author calls equivalents, and that nations have nothing to do but to throw open their ports, in order to make a millennium among the merchants!"
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