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Updated: May 10, 2025
At last I said: 'Good-morning. And he rose hurriedly and began to move away uncomplainingly, as one used to being hounded from everywhere. 'Guten Morgen, I said in German, with a happy inspiration, for in my futile search in London I had found that a corrupt German called Yiddish usually proved a means of communication. He paused, as if reassured.
It is a pleasant game to guess from an approaching pilgrim's looks whether you should salute him with "Guten Morgen," or "Buon' Giorno," or "Bon jour, m'sieur." The country people answer your salutation with a pretty phrase: "Nehârak saîd umubârak May your day be happy and blessed."
Philippina was humming the latest street song, the refrain of which ran as follows: Drah’ di, Madel, drah’ di, Morgen kommt der Mahdi. “There it is,” said Philippina, and threw a ball of yarn on the table.
From below, half-heard in her drowsiness, a colloquy in the pidgin-German of the farmers who have forgotten the Old Country language without learning the new: "Hello, Barney, wass willst du?" "Morgen, doctor. Die Frau ist ja awful sick. All night she been having an awful pain in de belly." "How long she been this way? Wie lang, eh?" "I dunno, maybe two days."
And while poor Tilly wondered and worried, there was Peggy, the unconscious centre of all the wonder and worry, lifting up a radiant face of enjoyment as she floated along to the music of the "Morgen Blaetter." Tom Raymond, catching sight of this radiant face, said to himself, "I wonder if she's engaged for the next dance. I'll ask her the minute this is over."
The bucolic ambition of the Boer, which is to dwell in a house from which he cannot see the smoke of his nearest neighbour's chimney, can be satisfied in a flat country only when the house stands in the midst of a farm many thousand morgen in extent. For a generation or two before the war, the Transvaalers had been encroaching upon Bechuanaland.
If you will, I will discuss the subject you mentioned the other day. Of course I shall say 'No! I am not nearly ready to be married yet. But I should like to hear your arguments." Their heads grew closer and closer together. They were almost touching when Selingman and Rosa Morgen came in. Selingman paused before their table. "Well, well, young people!" he exclaimed.
Miss Morgen has deserted me shamefully." "I met her a moment or two ago," Norgate remarked. "She was with Colonel Bowden." Selingman nodded. "Rosa has been taking a great interest in flying lately. Colonel Bowden is head of the Flying Section. Well, well, one must expect to be deserted sometimes, we older men." "Especially in so great a cause," Norgate observed drily.
Those in motion shot a stare at us; the torchbearers pointed at the tent and at an unseen height, muttering 'Morgen. Referring to Miss Goodwin's paper we discovered this to signify the unintelligible word morning, which was no answer at all; but the men, apparently deeming our conduct suspicious, gave us to understand by rather menacing gestures that we were not wanted there, so we passed into the dusk of the trees, angry at their incivility.
The remainder of the fifteen to twenty morgen sufficed to feed and fatten into giants the immense families of these child-producing Germans, and this in spite of the primitive technique, whereby at least half the productive capacity of a day was lost.
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