Hanz was not the man to notice small scandal, and continued to smoke his pipe and make his friends welcome whenever they looked in.

Once or twice he had been heard to say, that if anybody was particular to know how he came by his doubloons and dollars he would tell them.

There was a place up in the mountain where he made them.
I will say here, for the benefit of my readers, that the little old house where Hanz Toodleburg lived, and about which there clustered so many pleasant memories, still stands by the roadside, and is an object of considerable curiosity.

It is much gone to decay now, and a very different person occupies it.

There are persons still living in the village who knew Hanz, and never pass the place without recurring to the many happy hours spent under his roof.