human
Never was a better gift sent to man than this same tobacco, said Gaudriole.
gpt
See you, captain, how excellent are its qualities. It shall manage the warrior beyond the arts of woman. No man shall use the good smoke in anger, because at the first taste peace settles upon his body and his soul desires to be alone. But 'tis a dangerous drug upon an empty stomach.
human
The message,
gpt
Yonder comes in a good burden of fish, resumed Gaudriole, gazing down indifferently to indicate a boat grating across the shingle.
human
I know the oaf, one Nichet, who at home had not the wit to make a living. Here he becomes a man with a name. This land is Paradise for those not wanted across sea. Nichet shall presently leave his boat, to find himself a stone to anchor her, and then I shall pass that way and take of his best fish for my breakfast. The knave profits by the fool's work. Fare you well, brave captain.
gpt
The message, villain,
human
Ah! I grow forgetful. 'Tis said that the Abbé La Salle is to go from here to the land which the Scotch discovered and the valiant French took from them, to that country upon the gulf which we call Acadie. A happy quittance, say I. The abbé is too perilously apt with his long sword. Let them send the fat pig Laroche after him, and this fortress shall grow more peaceful than the streets of Versailles. Let there be trouble, you shall always find a fat priest at the root of it.
gpt
Let La Salle descend into the bottomless pit, cried the Dutchman violently.
human
And Heaven be praised if he drags you down with him. Deliver me the message, hunchback.
gpt
Now Nichet moves away to search for a fitting stone, went on Gaudriole.
human
Had I a message for you, captain? Let me consider. My memory is weak of a morning. He struck out his long arm suddenly.
gpt
Dost see that man signalling from yonder shore?
human
Where?
gpt
This is the message, shouted Gaudriole, and as he spoke he rushed under the Dutchman's arm, and shambled swiftly down the road.
human
To the man who has to live upon his wits the Dutchman is a gift from Heaven itself. Remember, my captain! The tobacco leaf is a brave cure for ill humour.