Part 8 (1/2)

Here Laurens, sreen owl', sir, but 'grenouille', grenouille, sir, is the French for frog”

”Aye, sure enough, sure enough, frog,” continued the count, ”frog; grenouille is frog By gar, Monsieur le colonel, you be vun dah Well den, now, Monsieur le colonel, you hear-a leesh all sa”

”Oh to be sure! -- no doubt of all that, Monsieur le count -- but before we eat thereat many of our soldiers”

”Dey kill-a de soldier!” replied the passionate count -- ”hat den if dey do kill-a de soldier! Jaun foutre de soldier! what dey good for but for be kill? dat deir trade You give-a vun poor dog soldier, two, three, four penny a day, he go fight -- he get kill Well den, what dat?

By gar he only get what he HIRE for”

”But pardon me, Monsieur le count, we can't spare them”

”Vat! no spare de soldier! de GRAND MONARQUE no spare de soldier?

O mon Dieu! Vy, Monsieur le colonel -- for why you talk-a so? Well den, hear-a me speak now, Monsieur le colonel -- you see de star in de sky; de leaf on de tree; de sand on de shore -- you no see all dat, heh?

Well den, by gar, Monsieur le colonel, de GRAND MONARQUE got soldier ar”

”Well but, Monsieur le count, is it not CRUEL to kill the poor fellows notwithstanding?”

”Pooh!” replied the count, throwing back his head, and puffing out his cheeks as when a cigar sucker explodes a cataract of smoke from the crater of his throat; ”cruel! vat cruel for kill-a de soldier!

by gar, Monsieur le colonel, you h he hear-a you talk after dat fashong Let-a eneral Washi+ngton -- by gar, general Washi+ngton talk wi' de soldier -- he shake hand wi' de soldier -- he give de soldier draar, de GRAND MONARQUE no do so -- no, sacra Dieu! he no LOOK AT de soldier When de king of France ride out in de coach royale wid de supeerb horses, and harness shi+ning so bright all vun like gold, if he run over one soldier, you tink he going stop for dat? No, sacra foutre! he ride on so, all one like if nothing at all been happen Jaun foutre de soldier!

let hirand Monarque no rand Monarque only tink of de soldier 'coht for hiue between colonel Laurens and the count D'Estang

The next day, thewas sent into town to know the determination of the British officer, who very politely replied, that having consulted his pillow, he had e was then commenced, and continued for three weeks: at the end of which an attack waspredicted After a full hour's exposure to the destructive rage of grape shot and ed to round covered with the led carcasses of 400 A with their usual confidence, suffered great loss; hied like a wounded lion

Soon as the retreat was ordered he paused, and looking round on his fallenhis sword in wrath against the ground, he retired

Presently, after we had reached our encareatly disordered, said, ”Horry,on yonder field at rest with my poor men!”

”No! no! none of that, colonel,” said I, ”none of that; I trust we shall live to pay theh for huht not to BOAST of it, yet we did live to pay them for it, and often too: and in the sah in that fiery season of er, it was but natural for me to rejoice in the downfall of my enemies, yet I was often witness to scenes, which to this day I can never think of but with sorrow -- as when, for exa one half of the the rest, we returned to collect the horses and arrief could behold those sad sights which then offered theround -- so, with brains oozing fro on their elbows, but pale with loss of blood, running in strea down, the while, sadly thinking of home and of distant wives and children, whohts, if often cherished, would much abate the rancor of malice in the hearts of those whose sad destiny it is to kill one another; especially if it were kno short sometimes are the triumphs of the victor It was remarkably so in the present case: for colonel Maitland, of the Highlanders, who had contributed a large part to this very unexpected victory, was so elated by it, that he took to hard drinking, and killed hireater part of the garrison perished of the yellow or bilious fever!!

Thus friends and foes the same sad fortune shar'd, And sickness shoallant 's folly in this affair; a the number was that impetuous Polander, the count Polaski

But none fell more universally lamented than the heroic Jasper

Every reader enerous soldier

And they shall have it faithfully, for I happened to be close by him when he received his death's wound; and I ith him when he breathed his last

Early in the action, the elegant colors presented by Mrs Elliot, had been planted on the eneed near the spot where they waved During the whole of the bloody fray, Jasper had re the retreat sounded, he rushed up to bear off his colors, and in that desperate act, was mortally wounded As he passed by me, with the colors in his hands, I observed he had a bad limp in his walk

”You are not much hurt, I hope, Jasper,” said I

”Yes, h”

”Pshaw,” quoth I, ”furlough indeed, for what?”