for their own uses. The soldier eats nothing but old [salt] butter,
he cannot buy fresh.'

KING. "'What do you get for your butter in Berlin?'

ICH. "'Four groschen the pound; now the soldier at Ruppin buys his
salt butter at two.'

KING. "'But your capons and poults, you could bring these
to Ruppin?'

ICH. "'In the regiment there are just four Staff-Officers; they can
use but little: the burghers don't live delicately; they thank God
when they can get a bit of pork or bacon.'

KING. "'Yes, there you are in the right! The Berliners, again, like
to eat some dainty article.--Na! do what you will with the tenants
[UNTERTHANEN, not quite ADSCRIPTS at that time on the Royal
Demesnes, but tied to many services, and by many shackles, from
which Friedrich all his days was gradually delivering them];
only don't oppress them.'

ICH. "'Your Majesty, that would never be my notion, nor any
reasonable Beamte's.'

KING. "'Tell me, then, where does Stollen lie?'

ICH. "'Stollen your Majesty cannot see just here. Those big hills
there on the left are the hills at Stollen; there your Majesty will
have a view of all the Colonies.'