Chapter 26: The Seven Siels

⁠​​​‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​​​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​⁠Selecting the very humblest Gasthaus I could discover, I laid down my bundle and called for beer, bread, and Wurst. The landlord, as I had expected, spoke the Frisian dialect, so that though he was rather difficult to understand, he had no doubts about the purity of my own German high accent. He was a worthy fellow, and hospitably interested: “Did I want a bed?” “No; I was going on to Bensersiel,”