I will take you into de Ecrehoses.' 'Coum up and save de King's ships,' says de hofficier.

'I will take no reward,' say mon onc' 'Lias, 'but, for a leetle pourboire, you will give me de privator--eh ?' 'Milles sacres'-- say de hofficier, 'mines saeres--de privator!' he say, ver' surprise'.

'Man doux d'la vie--I am damned!' 'You are damned trulee, if you do not get into de Ecrehoses,' say mon onc' 'Lias--'A bi'tot, good-bye!' he say.

De hofficier call down to him: 'Is dere nosing else you will take ?' 'Nannin, do not tempt me,' say mon onc' 'Lias.

'I am not a gourman'.