FISHEL THE TEACHER 131
"May you never know good ! May you have a bad year ! May you not see the end of it ! Bad luck to you, you and your horses and your wife and your daughter and your aunts and your uncles and your parents-in-law and and all your cursed Jews !"
It was a long time before the peasant took his seat again, nor did he cease to fume against Yainkel the driver and all Jews, until, with God's help, they reached a village wherein to spend the night.
Next morning Fishel rose with the dawn, recited his prayers, a portion of the Law, and a few Psalms, breakfasted on a roll, and was ready to set forward. Unfortunately, Chfedor (this was the name of his driver) was not ready. Chfedor had sat up late with a crony and got drunk, and he slept through a whole day and a bit of the night, and then only started on his way.
"Well," Fishel reproved him as they sat in the cart, "well, Chfedor, a nice way to behave, upon my word ! Do you suppose I engaged you for a merrymaking? What have you to say for yourself, I should like to know, eh?"
And Fishel addressed other reproachful words to him, and never ceased casting the other's laziness between his teeth, partly in Polish, partly in Hebrew, and help- ing himself out with his hands. 'Chfedor understood quite well what Fishel meant, but he answered him not a word, not a syllable even. No doubt he felt that Fishel was in the right, and he was silent as a cat, till, on the fourth day, they met Yainkel-Shegetz, driving back from Chaschtschevate with a rumble and a
