"Truly not, and it don't seem more than half natural that we should be."
"Why, we English all think that the Americans cherish feelings of hatred toward us."
"Not a bit of it sir—there is, on the contrary, a strong feeling of attachment among us all for our mother country."
"Well, what are you fighting us for now then?"
"Because we think we have been wronged; your naval officers have time and again impressed our free-born American citizens, on board their own craft, though it was clearly shown that they owed no allegiance to the king."
"Well, if that is so, it looks wrong to be sure; I don't know much about the war, but as an Englishman, I am bound to believe my country is in the right, some way or other, even if it looks otherwise."
"Of course, captain—at any rate, I don't believe we shall quarrel about it. Fill up again, captain, I see your pipe is out."
"Thank you, I believe I will. Mr. Williams, you don't seem to feel as well as usual, you look a little gloomy."
"My thoughts just then were running upon my great disappointment, in being so unfortunately prevented from proceeding to the Indies."
"The fortune of war, Mr. Williams," said Capt. Horton, as he lit his pipe from the American commander's. "It's bad, I know, and I've lost as nice a little brig as ever sailed out of London, and don't know as I shall ever get another, even if I ever get home to old England again. Speaking of that, Captain Greene, do you hold us prisoners of war, or how?"