Ventreblue! La venaison brule encore! Look at that dasted meat burnin' agin!" He jumped back to the fire to turn the scorching cuts.
Beverley wrung Kenton's hand and looked into his eyes, as a man does when an old friend comes suddenly out of the past, so to say, and brings the freshness and comfort of a strong, true soul to brace him in his hour of greatest need.
"Of all men in the world, Simon Kenton, you were the least expected; but how glad I am! How thankful! Now I know I shall succeed.

We are going to capture Vincennes, Kenton, are we not?
We shall, sha'n't we, Jazon?
Nothing, nothing can prevent us, can it ?" Kenton heartily returned the pressure of the young man's hand, while Oncle Jazon looked up quizzically and said: "We're a tol'ble 'spectable lot to prevent; but then we might git pervented.

I've seed better men an' us purty consid'ble pervented lots o' times in my life." In speaking the colloquial dialect of the American backwoodsmen, Oncle Jazon, despite years of practice among them, gave to it a creole lisp and some turns of pronunciation not to be indicated by any form of spelling.

It added to his talk a peculiar soft drollery.

When he spoke French it was mostly that of the COUREURS DE BOIS, a PATOIS which still lingers in out-of-the-way nooks of Louisiana.
"For my part," said Kenton, "I am with ye, old boy, in anything ye want to do.