human
Those Iroquois fires trouble me mightily,
gpt
And me,
human
Why should they talk with fire on the night Hiakatoo comes to the Hall?
gpt
I do not know, said I.
human
But when I am home I shall write it in a letter to Albany that this night the Mohawks have talked among themselves with fire, and that a Seneca was present.
gpt
And that mealy-mouthed Ensign, Moucher; and Hare and Steve Watts!
human
I shall so write it,
gpt
Good! cried he with a jolly slap on his horse's neck.
human
But the sweeter part of this night's frolic you and I shall carry locked in our breasts. Eh, John? By heaven, is she not fresh and pink as a dewy strawberry in June--my pretty little wench? Is she not apt as a school-learned lass with any new lesson a man chooses to teach?
gpt
Yes, too apt, perhaps, said I, shaking my head but laughing.
human
But I think they have had already a lesson or two in such frolics, less innocent, perhaps, than the lesson we gave.
gpt
I'll break the back of any red-coat who stops at Pigeon-Wood! cried Nick Stoner with an oath.
human
Yes, red-coat or any other colour, either!
gpt
You would not take our frolic seriously, would you, Nick?
human
I take all frolics seriously, said he with a gay laugh, smiting both thighs, and his bridle loose.
gpt
Where I place my mark with my proper lips, let roving gallants read and all roysterers beware!--even though I so mark a dozen pretty does!
human
A very Turk,
gpt
An antlered stag in the blue-coat that brooks no other near his herd!