GRAND ROMAINE AND OLD ROMAINE 



trimmings, a cocked hat, and drooping mus- 

 taches, was familiarly known by us as the 

 Pirate. He was always longing to shoot some- 

 thing and had to be restrained; yet he had a 

 pleasant voice and a habit of singing softly 

 to himself old French songs. The cook, Ernest 

 by name, wore a pale pea-green shirt and had 

 most obliging ways. He was a man-of-all- 

 work, ready at any moment, day or night, and 

 above all an excellent cook. His bread was of 

 the best, his pancakes — ■ cripes — of the light- 

 est, and the very thought of his patties and 

 confitures makes my mouth water. The cap- 

 tain remarked that whenever Ernest was up 

 to his elbows in bread-making he was sure to 

 be needed on deck to shift sail. It was hard 

 luck for Ernest, but he always took it as a joke, 

 and I never noticed any ill results in the bread. 

 Of the captain, A. Edmond Joncas, I speak in 

 terms of the highest respect. It grieves me to 

 think that Audubon, that great and good man, 

 should have had his Labrador trip so nearly 

 spoiled by the "ass of a pilot" when he should 

 have had a man like our captain. The Joncas 

 family came from La Gascogne, France, to 

 the New World in 1699, and settled at St. 



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