“‘Where am I?’ sais I.
“‘In 44° 40′ north,’ said he, ‘and 63° 40′ west,’ as near as I could hear him.
“‘And what country is dat are?’ said I. ‘My name is Jerry Boudrot.’
“‘Where are you bound?’ said he.
“‘Home,’1 said I.
1 All colonists call England “home.”
“‘Well,’ said he, ‘at this season of the year you shall make de run in twenty-five day. A pleasant passage to you!’ and away he went.
“Oh, I was plague scared; for it is a dreadful thing to be lost at sea.
“‘Twenty-five days,’ said I, ‘afore we get home! Oh, mon Dieu! oh dear! we shall all starve to death; and what is worse, die first. What provision have we, boys?’
“‘Well,’ sais they, ‘we counted, and we have two figs of tobacco, and six loaf baker’s bread (for the priest), two feet of wood, three matches, and five gallons of water, and one pipe among us all.’ Three matches and five gallons of water! Oh, I was so sorry to lose my life, and what was wus, I had my best clothes on bord.