somet'ing belongin' to de Umpire, governed by it's own rulers.
Edelweiss is de capital, d' big guns of d' land lives dere. I've
walked out and saw d' castle where d' Princess and d' royalty
hangs out. D' people speak a language of deir own, and I can't
get next to a t'ink dey say. But once in a while you find some
guy dat talks French or German. Dey've got a little standin'
army of two t'ree t'ousand men an' dey've got de hottest uniforms
you ever did see--red an' black an' gold. I don't see why d'
United Rates can't get up somethin' foxy fer her soldiers to
wear. Had a war over here not long ago, I understand--somethin'
like ten or fifteen years ago. Dere's another little country up
north of Graustark, and dey got in a wrangle 'bout somethin', and
dey tell me in Edelweiss dat for 'bout a year dey fought like Sam
Patch."

"Which was victorious?" demanded Lorry, deeply interested.

"I'm not sure. To hear d' Edelweiss people talk you'd t'ink dey
licked d' daylights out of d' other slobs, but somehow I got next
to d' fact dat dem other fellows captured de city an' went after
a slashin' big war indemnity. I don't know much 'bout it, an'
maybe I'm clear off but I t'ink d' Graustark army was trashed.
Every t'ing is prosperous now, dough, an' you'd never know dere'd
been a war. It's d'most peaceable town I ever saw."

"Did you ever hear of the Guggenslockers?" asked the
irrepressible Anguish, and Lorry felt like kicking him.

"In Edelweiss? Never did. Friends of yours?"