"The poor vandering Jew has gome back ag'in--hey?
I tink I haf to take de hump off my back before I gits in." Staggering beneath his load he let it down to the ground.
"Bring in your Trojan horse and mind you do not let out its four and twenty warriors until morning.

I'll have some bread and milk for you in a minute.

Gentlemen, this is my friend Eli--a wandering pioneer of trade." "I haf a vonderful line o' goods--vonderful! vonderful!" said Eli, gesturing with both hands.

"Silk an' satin! De flowers o' de prairie, de birds o' de air could not show you colors like dem.

You vill fall in love.