“Oh,” said his farm-hand, “I’ve seen a vessel like that often enough.”
“Where did you ever see a man-of-war?”
“At Portsmouth, when my regiment was shipped.”
“How did you get to Portsmouth?”
“We came there from Quebec. I was stationed in Canada a long time. Lots of Indians there. They loafed around the streets, even their color wasn’t like ours.”
“But how did you get there?”
“From Gibraltar, where it’s dreadfully hot, and nothing is there but stones and rocks. Oh yes, they’ve monkeys and loads of dust.”
“But how in the world did you happen to strike Gibraltar?”
“Went with the Englishmen.”