These two leaders of the revolt were addressing the people, the meek of the earth.
"Ha, ha!" exclaimed Long Mekabbel, as he caught sight of us and the messenger, "they have come to beg our acceptance!"
"To beg our acceptance!" shouted the Crooked One, and banged his crutch.
"Why won't you come to the wedding, to the dinner?" we inquired. "Everyone will be given alms."
"How much?" they asked all together.
"We don't know, but you will take what they offer."
"Will they give it us in kerblech? Because, if not, we don't go."
"There will be a hole in the sky if you don't go," cried some of the urchins present.
The almsgatherers threw themselves on the urchins with their sticks, and there was a bit of a row.
Mekabbel the Long, standing on the cart, drew himself to his full height, and began to shout:
"Hush, hush, hush! Quiet, you crazy cripples! One can't hear oneself speak! Let us hear what those have to say who are worth listening to!" and he turned to us with the words:
"You must know, dear Jews, that unless they distribute kerblech among us, we shall not budge. Never you fear! Reb Yitzchok-Aizik won't marry his youngest daughter without us, and where is he to get others of us now? To send to Lunetz would cost him more in conveyances, and he would have to put off the marriage."
"What do they suppose? That because we are poor people they can do what they please with us? "and a
