The humour of Germany; . is to go to our Burgher Sachtleben and borrowone of his horses. Dear me, your Honour, he wont let us have it. Thisis just the busiest time for carting manure, and its no wonderhe cant spare his team. Do as I bid you. Rand; we are sovereign lord. And Rand went, and Sachtleben gave him his old stiffbay horse to harness on the resplendent state chariot. Jochen Boenhas pulled up before the door with his giltcoach, three lackeys jumped up behind one after the other,the two runners floated along the street; Rand sat on thebox, and his Serene Highness and sister Christel sat
The humour of Germany; . is to go to our Burgher Sachtleben and borrowone of his horses. Dear me, your Honour, he wont let us have it. Thisis just the busiest time for carting manure, and its no wonderhe cant spare his team. Do as I bid you. Rand; we are sovereign lord. And Rand went, and Sachtleben gave him his old stiffbay horse to harness on the resplendent state chariot. Jochen Boenhas pulled up before the door with his giltcoach, three lackeys jumped up behind one after the other,the two runners floated along the street; Rand sat on thebox, and his Serene Highness and sister Christel sat insidethe coach. Where to ? asked Jochen Boenhas. Straight ahead, said Rand; overbeyond Stargard, up : HIS SERENITY WILL BUILD A PALACE. 163 to our boundary-line: but dont for the life of you driveover the line, for we are only going to travel through ourown domain. And Jochen Boenhas drove through Stargard and throughFrieland up to the Prussian line, and pulled up his horses : Whoa, whoa I say ! Here we are at the end !. •SACHTLEBEN GAVE HIM HIS OLD STIFF BAY HORSE. And his Serene Highness gave orders to drive to theeast over Woldegk; and when they had passed Woldegkand reached Wolfshagen, Jochen Coachman turned aroundonce more on his old horse and said, Rand, heres theend again, we cant go any further. 164 GERMAN HUMOUR. And Princess Christel, who had overheard it, said: Your Grace, this is the first time I have travelledthrough our estates; Id never have thought it was sucha short way. Christel, said his Serene Highness, youre a woman,and you dont know much. What do you suppose ? Theresa good lot more toward noon. Feldberg and Mirow andFiirstenberg, all that is in my domain, and then beyondMirow theres quite a lengthy bit stretching into ourneighbour Schwerins possessions that makes a goodshow. Nay, your Highness, said Rand, who had overheard, it doesnt make much of a show, for the sand just poursinto a persons eyes, as / ought to know, for I was bornand bred there. His Se
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