I have warned you, and you will do well to heed my warning.

That is all I have to say." Frank left the tent, and continued on his way.
Crowds of cadets gathered here and there near certain "plebe hotels" told where the yearlings were enjoying sport at the expense of the new boys.
As Frank came near to the first collection, the familiar voice of his former tentmate, Hans Dunnerwust, attracted his attention.
Forcing his way toward the center of the laughing throng, he found Hans catechising a tall, lank country boy named Ephraim Gallup, who was repeatedly forced to explain that he was "from Varmont, by gum," which expression seemed to delight the listening lads more and more with each repetition.
"Vere vos dot Varmont, sir ?" demanded Hans, with a great show of dignity.

"Vos it a cidy alretty yet, or vos it a village ?" "Oh, yer gol dern ignerent critter---- Er--er--excuse me, sir! I fergot whut I wuz sayin', dam my skin ef I didn't! Varmont is a State, an' one of ther smartest gol derned States in ther Union, by gum!" "Vos dot so?
I subbose you exbect dot Varmont vos peen large enough to be a cidy britty soon, ain'd id ?" "Wal, gol blame my eyes! Don't you know ther difference betwixt a State an' a city?
Ef ye don't, I think you'd best go studdy yer jografry some more." "Don'd ged so oxcited, sir," cautioned the Dutch boy, with a wave of one pudgy hand.

"Id don'd peen goot your health for.

Vos dot Varmont a broductive Sdate ?" "Productive! Wal, you bet yer last dollar! We kin raise more grass to ther square acre----" "Vell, how apout hayseeds?
You raise dose ub there py der quandity, I pelief me ?" "What makes ye think so ?" "Because your hair vos full of id." "What's that?
what's that ?" cried Ephraim, in astonishment, quickly removing his cap and clawing through his hair with his fingers.
"Hayseed in my hair?
Darned if I believe it!" The boys roared, and the face of the country lad grew crimson.
"You're havin' a gol derned pile of fun with me," he said, sheepishly.
"Wal, sail right in an' have it.