nfolk were at drink with Pieter Gans, they met together at the house of a certain dame Syske, who was big, fat, loud-speaking,

unken husbands, they quenched

mong the older, dame Syske opened the talk by saying that they must all go forthwith to The Horn, and

their hands, their feet, their mouths, and their

aring the name of Wantje, who said very modestly, and blushing somewhat, that it was of no use to belabour t

very well that at the least wrongdoing I made them dance the stick-dance on the field of obedience. None dared eat or drink, sneeze or yawn, unless I had first given him leave. Little Job Syske, my last, did my cooking for me in my own house. He made a good cook, poor little man. But I had to give him many good beatings to bring him to that, and so it was

us howls and tumult, crying, "Out upon them! out on the dru