For me and those in need!'"
"Such a rhyme ought never to go out of use."
"Yes; as I was saying, you can think it, or even say it, with the machine: it's a useful invention, anyhow."
"Is it easy to introduce these new inventions?"
"No. The first time I put my oxen each into his own yoke the whole village ran after me. And when I brought this contrivance from the agricultural fair and went out into the field with it, the people all thought I'd gone crazy."
"What a pity it is that the common people are so slow to understand the value of these improvements!"
"Whoa, Tom! whoa!" cried Buchmaier, as his horse began to paw the ground impatiently: then, holding the bridle more firmly, he went on:--"That isn't a pity at all, Mr. Teacher: on the contrary, that's a very good thing. Believe me, if the farmers weren't so headstrong, and were to go to work every year to try all the machines that learned men invent for them, we'd have to starve many a year. Whoa, Tom! You must study agricultural matters a little: I can lend you a book or two."
"I'll come to see you about it; I see your horse won't stand still any more. Good luck to your labor."
"Good-bye, sir," said Buchmaier, smiling at the parting salutation.
The teacher turned to go, and Buchmaier went on with his work. But hardly had the latter walked a few yards, before he started on hearing Buchmaier whistle the "Lauterbacher." He was inclined to suspect an insult, but checked himself, saying, "The man certainly means no harm." And he was quite right, for not only did the man mean no harm, but he meant nothing whatever: he whistled without knowing what.