A chosen servant to conduct my steps,
Yon trembling coward, who forsook his master.
Journeying with this intent, I passed these towers,
And, Heaven-directed, came this day to do
The happy deed that gilds my humble name.
PIDGIN-ENGLISH OF NORVAL’S NARRATIVE.
My name belong[8] Norval. Topside that Grampian hillee
My father makee pay[9] chow chow[10] he sheep.
He smallee heartee man; too muchee take care that dolla, gallo.
So fashion he wanchee keep my;[11] counta one piecie chilo,[12] stop he own side.