human
Is anny wan alive in this place? he began loudly; then:
gpt
Jasus! It's Captain Drogue. F'r the love o' God, asthore! Are they all dead entirely in Caughnawaga, savin' yourself, sorr, an' the Dominie's wife an' childer, an' the yellow-haired lass o' Douw Fonda----
human
Where is Penelope Grant? I stammered.
gpt
Where did you see her, Tim Murphy?
human
Who's that? he demanded, striving to loosen my grip.
gpt
Ah, the poor lad, he's crazy! Lave me loose, avie! Is it the yellow-haired lass ye ask for?
human
Yes--where is she?
gpt
God be good to you, Jack Drogue, she's on the hill yonder with Mrs. Romeyn an' the two childer!----
human
D'ye mind the pine? The big wan, I mean, betchune the two ellums? 'Twas an hour since that we seen her foreninst the pine-tree yonder, an' the Romeyn childer hidin' their faces in her skirt----
gpt
She's safe, I warrant, cried Murphy, as I rode off;
human
Sir John's divils was gone off two hours whin we seen her safe and sound on the long hill!