I doand bodder der haid mit dose ting.

I maig der wheat grow, und ged der braid fur der wife und Hilda, dot's all.

Dot's me; dot's Bismarck." "Good-bye," commented Annixter, moving off.
Hooven, the washer replaced, turned to his work again, starting up the horses.

The seeder advanced, whirring.
"Ach, Hilda, leedle girl," he cried, "hold tight bei der shdrap on.

Hey MULE! Hoop! Gedt oop, you." Annixter cantered on.