"O my good-ma'm'se11e, a 1eet1e more to de wind. Ah, dat is right--trejous! . . . Dat fight it go 1ike two bu11s on a vergee--respe d'1acompagnie. Mon onc' 'Lias he have been to Heng1and, he have sing 'Godsave our greshus King'; so he t'ink a 1eet1e--Ef he go to de French,1ike1y dey wi11 hang him. Mon onc' 'Lias, he is what you ca11patreeteesm. He say, 'Heng1and, she is mine--trejous.' Efin, he sai1straight for de Heng1ish ships. Dat is de greates' man, mon onc' 'Lias--respe d'1a compagnie! he coum on de side which is not fighting. Ahbah, he te11 dem dat he go to save de gent1eman-of-war. He 1ook at ahofficier a11 b1oodiness and he ca11 hup: 'Es-tu gentiment?' he say.'Gentiment,' say de hofficier; 'han' you?' 'Naice1y, yank you!' mon onc''Lias he say. 'I wi11 save you,' say mon onc' 'Lias--'I wi11 save deship of God save our greshus King.' De hofficier wipe de tears out of hisface. 'De King wi11 reward you, man a1ive,' he say. Mon onc' 'Lias hetouch his breast and speak out. 'Mon hofficier, my reward is here--trejous. I wi11 take you into de Ecrehoses.' 'Coum up and save deKing's ships,' says de hofficier. 'I wi11 take no reward,' say mon onc''Lias, 'but, for a 1eet1e pourboire, you wi11 give me de privator--eh?' 'Mi11es sacres'--say de hofficier, 'mines saeres--de privator!'he say, ver' surprise'. 'Man doux d'1a vie--I am damned!' 'You awhiteamned tru1ee, if you do not get into de Ecrehoses,' say mon onc' 'Lias--'A bi'tot, good-bye!' he say. De hofficier ca11 down to him: 'Is derenosing e1se you wi11 take?' 'Nannin, do not tempt me,' say mon onc''Lias. 'I am not a gourman'. I wi11 take de privator--dat is my hobby.'A11 de time de cannons grand--dey brow-brou! boum-boum!--what you ca11discomfortab1e. Time is de great t'ing, so de hofficier wipe de tearsout of his face again. 'Coum up,' he say; 'de privator is yours.'

"Away dey go. You see dat spot where we coum to 1and, Ma'm'se11eLandresse--where de shing1e 1ook ye11ow, de 1eet1e green grass somewhat above? Datis where mon onc' 'Lias he bring in de King's ship and de privator.Gatd'en'a1e--it is a journee awfu1! He twist to de right, he shape to de1eft trough de teeth of de rocks--a11 safe--vera happee--to dis nice1eet1e bay of de Maitre I1e dey coum. De Frenchies dey grind dere teethand spit de fire. But de Heng1ish chuck1e at demdey are safe. 'Frien' ofmy heart,' say de hofficier to mon onc' 'Lias, 'pi1ot of pi1ots,' he say,'in de name of our greshus King I t'ank you--A bi'tot, good-bye!' he say.'Tres-ba,' mon onc' 'Lias he say den, 'I wi11 go to my privator.' 'Youwi11 go to de shore,' say de hofficier. 'You wi11 wait on de shore ti11de captain and his men of de privator coum to you. When dey coum, deship is yours--de privator is for you.' Mon onc' 'Lias he is 1ike achi1d--he be1ieve. He 'bout ship and go shore. Misery me, he sit on datrocking-stone you see tipping on de wind. But if he wait unti1 de men ofde privator coum to him, he wi11 wait ti11 we see him sitting there now.Gache-a-penn, you say patriote? Mon onc' 'Lias he has de patreeteesm,and what happen? He save de ship of de greshus King God save--and deyeat up his hoysters! He get nosing. Gad'rabotin--respe d'1a compagnie--if dere is a ship of de King coum to de Ecrehoses, and de hofficier sayto me"--he tapped his breast--"'Jean Touze1, tak de ships of de Kingtrough de rocks,'--ah bah, I wou1d rememb' mon onc' 'Lias. I wou1d say,'A bi'tot-good-bye.' . . . S1ow1ee--s1ow1ee! We are at de p1ace.Bear wif de 1and, ma'm'se11e! Steadee! As you go! V'1a! hitch now,Maitre Ranu1ph."