"Do you know, sir, that at times, yes," exclaimed the doctor; "for listen to my second instance. Last Sunday, being tired as a dog, I drove out to the Gorczynski woods, just outside of the city, for a little airing. In the woods from the opposite direction came more than a dozen of workingmen who evidently were enjoying a May outing. I saw one of them carrying a red flag on a newly whittled stick. He probably brought it in his pocket and fastened it when they got to the woods. 'Good!' I thought to myself, 'Socialists!' And now, when they were near, the one who carried the flag sang lustily to the tune of 'Bartoszu! Bartoszu!' that which I will repeat to you, and I pledge my word, I will not add or subtract anything. 'Kosciuszko, though a cobbler, Oj, soundly thrashed the Germans, Oj, soundly thrashed the Germans; Only, it is a great pity For us, that he drowned. Only it is a great pity For us, that he drowned.'" "Ah, honest simplicity!" exclaimed Gronski. "I would embrace him and present him with a history of Poland of recent times." "Wait, sir," shouted the doctor. "I stopped my socialists of strange rites. It appeared that almost all were known to me and I said: 'For the fear of God, citizens, Kosciuszko was not a cobbler, he never thrashed the Germans, and he did not drown, only Prince Joseph Poniatowski did. Come to me and I will give you a book about Kosciuszko, Kilinski,[4] and Prince Joseph Poniatowski, for you have made of them a bigos.[5] They began to thank me and then I asked: 'What has become of the eagle on your flag? did he go hunting for mushrooms?' They became confused. The flag-bearer started to explain why they had no eagle. 'Why, may it please the doctor,' he said, 'they told us: Do not take a flag with an eagle, for if they take the flag away from you, they will insult the eagle and you will suffer shame and disgrace.' Yes. In this manner they cheat the Polish heart of our own people." But the notary did not want to part with his black spectacles. "Well, what of it?" he asked. "Do you claim that if it was not for this and that there would not be any socialism amongst us?" "There is socialism over the entire world," rejoined the doctor, "therefore there must be with us. Only if it was not for this and that, there would not accompany it highway robbery, savagery, and blindness; there would not be this modern socialism which has styled itself Polish, though its pitch can be smelt a mile away." "Bravo!" cried Gronski. "I said the same thing in other words to another person on the road from Jastrzeb." "Ay, Jastrzeb," said the doctor looking at his watch. "Here we are talking and it is time that we started." "Perhaps the notary can go with us," said Gronski. "The carriage has seats for four." "I can. Only I will take my flute with me. Well!" answered the notary.