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If I ain't mistaken, Jerry Boudrot, for so I have named the animal after him, will astonish the folks to Slickville; for of all the horses on this continent, to my mind, the real genuine Canadian is the best by all odds. "Ah! my friend," said Jerry, addressing the horse, "you shall soon be out of sight of land, like your master; but unlike him, I hope you shall never be lost at sea."
The boys call after me and say: Jerry, when did you see land last? My name is Jerry Boudrot, where am I? Jerry, I thought you was lost at sea! Jerry, what does 44 40 mean? Oh! I can't stand it!" "Why don't you send him by a neighbour?" "Oh! none o' my neighbours can ride him. We can't break him. We are fishermen, not horsemen." "Where did he come from?"
Oh, I was very scare and propare sorry, you may depend, when presently great big English ship come by, and I hail her. "'My name is Jerry Boudrot, sais I, 'when did you see land last? "'Thirty days ago, said the captain. "'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.
It was all sea and sky, and big wave, and no land, and none of us knew our way back." And he opened his eyes as if the very recollection of his danger alarmed him. "At last big ship came by, and hailed her, and ask: "'My name is Jerry Boudrot; where am I? "'Aboard of your own vessel, said they; and they laughed like anything, and left us.
"Well, towards night we were overtaken by Yankee vessel, and I say, 'My name is Jerry Boudrot; where am I? "'Thar, said the sarcy Yankee captain, 'and if you get this far, you will be here; and they laughed at me, and I swore at them, and called 'em all manner of names.
But most Yankee women when they grow old, specially if they are spinsters, are grand at compoundin' medicines and presarves. They begin by nursin' babies and end by nursin' broughten up folks. Old Mother Boudrot, now, was great on herbs, most of which were as simple and as harmless as herself.
But dear me, somehow or another we have drifted away down to Bermuda, we must stretch back again to the Nova Scotian coast east of Chesencook, or, like Jerry Boudrot, we shall be out of sight of land, and lost at sea." On going up on the deck, my attention was naturally attracted to my new purchase, the Canadian horse.
The dog unused to such a sound from his master's house, and recollecting the damage he received from the fall of the doctor, set off with the most piteous howls that ever were heard, and fled for safety the pigs squealed as if they had each been wounded and the geese joined in the general uproar while old Madam Boudrot and her daughter rushed screaming to the door to ascertain what these dreadful men were about, who talked of shooting priests, and eating hogs and dogs entire with their heads on.
The barrier was constructed high and formidable. To abridge. At eleven o'clock Georges Biscarrat had completed his barricade. At noon he was killed there. Arrests grew more numerous. Towards noon a Commissary of Police, named Boudrot, appeared at the divan of the Rue Lepelletier. He was accompanied by the police agent Delahodde.
She returned in a few minutes quite a different lookin' person, and resumed her usual employment, but still persisted that she did not know English. In the midst of our conversation, the master of the house, Jerome Boudrot, came in. Like most of the natives of Chesencook, he was short in stature, but very active, and like all the rest a great talker.
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