But, as I said, why complain of fate, with all these blessings showered upon us.
_Pardieu_! it would prove us ungrateful wretches.

Surely 'tis better than the tender mercy of O'Reilly, ay, or the hardship and starvation of the trail." "You have forgotten your wife." "Forgotten?
_Sacre_! I should say not, Master Benteen; nor is that likely to occur.

Yet what cause have I to worry regarding her present comfort.

Did you not say that the Queen pledged her safety and good care?
What more could I accomplish for her than that, even were we back in New Orleans, beneath French protection?
Saint Denis! you are of a complaining breed, inclined to act as conscience for your betters.
True, there are some few things I greatly miss, that would minister to comfort.

I was ever careful in my toilet, and choice as to my wines in town; still, if these savages have not lost my soaps and brushes, I will strive to exist even here, and be content until a way opens toward that which is better." "I greatly admire your patience." "Pah! 'tis but the long practice of a soldier.