“How kin I tell?”
“Vell, I dells you my opinion mit dese tam ole icebergs. Dey ish very pig. Put, vat vas you dink mit a vale (whale) ash vas so pig as he vash go unther an iceberg, unt lift the iceberg oop on his pack, unt tip her auver on the sheep, unt sink the sheep. Dat ish my opinion mit dese tipping icebergs.”
“Ye don’t mean to tell me thet you think a whale goes under an iceberg and tips it over?”
“Yaw. De vale goes unther the iceberg, unt lifts it oop on his pack, and tips it auver on de sheep. Dat ish vat I dinks.”
“He couldn’t do it,” said Ben. “Darn it. I’ve seen icebergs, and I’ve seen whales, but I never seen a whale big enough to do thet, nor you either.”
“I shpose you dinks dish ish von lie. All right. You may dink vat you blease, put dis is vat I sees myself. I ton’t care nottings now vat you dinks, only ven a man vill not pelieve goot sense ven he hears him, he is von very much vool. Vat you got in the pan, Shule?”
“Soup,” said Jules.
“Vat you makes him off?”
“Grouse,” said Jules, smiling.
“Ven he ish reaty, let us have somet’ings to eat. I ish hoongry. Vy does ve coom here pefore it ish dime to set our traps, Penn?”