THE GALLIC WAR 35 



"Vous etes un scelerat, vous have steal ma 

 hwood, mille tonneurs, sacre', bagosh, me!" he 

 shouted. 



' 'Cre Bapture, bagosh," responded the chorus 

 of voyageurs, "mille tonneurs." 



" Jist wan poonch, yer 'anner," pleaded Pat. 



"Shut up, Pat, I will run this affair without 

 any fighting," I replied. 



" Pardon, messieurs, vous avez fait un faux pas. 

 J'ai verkaup die bois von Herr Oilman, a qui 

 appartient tous les bois herein." 



"II n'appartient a M'sieu Gilman, il appartient 

 a moi. I have it buy of M'sieu Gilman, me! " he 

 shouted, waving his arms. 



" Oui, oui, bagosh, c'est vrai," responded the 

 chorus. 



" Oh, wirra, wirra, 't would be aisy," mur- 

 mured Pat. 



"Monsieur," I continued, courteously, "parlez 

 un peu plus lentement, un peu langsam. La 

 conversation rapide nicht mir gefallt." 



"Bien, m'sieu," he responded more affably, 

 apparently soothed by my lingual attainments, 

 "I have buy the hwood of M'sieu Gilman. J'ai 

 coupe le bois pour lui, et il m'a paye de 1'ar- 

 gent, il m'a vendu le bois detache, for one hun- 

 ner twonny-fav dollar, bagosh, seh, n'est ce 

 pas?" 



"Bagosh, seh," echoed the chorus. 



