'I have never yet visited the principality of Grunewald.' 'A pleasant state, sir,' piped the old man, nodding, 'a very pleasant state, and a fine race, both pines and people.

We reckon ourselves part Grunewalders here, lying so near the borders; and the river there is all good Grunewald water, every drop of it.

Yes, sir, a fine state.

A man of Grunewald now will swing me an axe over his head that many a man of Gerolstein could hardly lift; and the pines, why, deary me, there must be more pines in that little state, sir, than people in this whole big world.

'Tis twenty years now since I crossed the marshes, for we grow home-keepers in old age; but I mind it as if it was yesterday.