I had a quarrel with a man about sixpence that he owed me, and knocked him over with my head, forgetting to take my hat off first.

Therefore it is spoiled, for which I am sorry, as it was quite a new hat, not two years old.

The Baas gave it me.

He bought it in a store at Utrecht when we were coming back from Pongoland." "Why do you lie to me ?" I asked "You have been fighting a white man and for more than sixpence.

You knocked him into a sluit and the mud splashed up over you." "Yes, Baas, that is so.