human
It is a coward you are, big man. Go on singing your sculduddery, and let the lad die quiet!
gpt
He says--and I also--that you are a cowardly bully; and we implore you to sing in tune, another time. Par pitie, monsieur, ne scalpez-vous pas les demi-morts!
human
Dog of a _ros-bif_, congratulate yourself that you are half dead, or I would whip you again as we whipped you yesterday, and as my regiment is even now again whipping your compatriots.
gpt
The English are burning your fort, maybe,
human
They are burning the mill, more like--or their boats. But after such a defeat, who cares?
gpt
If our general had only used his artillery--
human
Eh, what is that you're singing? _Oui-da_, if your general had only used his artillery? My little friend, that's a fine battle--that battle of 'If.' It is always won, too--only it has the misfortune never to be fought. So, so: and a grand battle it is too, for reputations. '_If_ the guns had only arrived '; and '_if_ the brigadier Chose had brought up the reserves as ordered'; and '_if_ the right had extended itself, and that devil of a left had not straggled'--why then we should all be heroes, we _ros-bifs_. Whereas we came on four to one, and we were beaten; and we are being carried north to Montreal and our general is running south from an army one-third of his size and burning fireworks on his way. And at Albany the ladies will take your standards and stitch '_If_' on them in gold letters a foot long. Eh, but it was a glorious fight--faith of Sergeant Barboux!
gpt
Hola, M. le Chameau! he called;