While he was around the next corner moaning over the stuffed purse, Hoffenstein said to his clerk:
"Herman, fix up anudder von of dose goats de same vay, and doan forget to dell dem dot Mister Jones vot runs de pank on Canal streed vore it yesterday."
A DUTCH RECRUITING OFFICER.
The reader must picture a stout, big-bellied, short-haired recruiting-officer, with a blue cap, broad, stiff frontispiece, a short sword, blue uniform a size too small, and a raw customer from "Faderland," with wooden shoes and a long-tailed gray coat. The officer was after recruits for a German regiment, and thus went for his susceptible countryman:—
"Lo, dere, Hans! Be dat you?"
"Yaw."
"Come me to be a sojer man."
"Nein!"