human
Ho! March, me garcon, vat you be find la? cried the Canadian, throwing down his pack and advancing.
gpt
A bar, Gibault; Caleb himself. A regular big un, too. Just look here.
human
Ah! oui, vraiment; dat am be one extinishin' vopper, sure 'nuff. Mais, him's gone pass long ago, so you better come avay an' finish de portage.
gpt
Not I, lad, cried March gaily, as he flung himself upon the grassy mound;
human
I'm goin' to admire this splendid country till I'm tired of it, and leave you and the other fellows to do the work.
gpt
Oh! ver' goot, cried Gibault, sitting down beside our hero, and proceeding to fill his pipe,
human
I will 'mire de countray, too. Ha! it be unmarkibly beautiful--specially when beholded troo one cloud of tabacca smoke.
gpt
Alas! Gibault, we'll have to move off sooner than we expected, for there it comes.