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But Gode had a choice dish, un petit morceau, in reserve, which he brought forth with a triumphant flourish. "Voici, messieurs?" cried he, setting it before us. "What is it, Gode?" "Une fricassee, monsieur." "Of what?" "Les frog; what de Yankee call boo-frog!" "A fricassee of bull-frogs!" "Oui, oui, mon maitre. Voulez vous?" "No, thank you!" "I will trouble you, Monsieur Gode," said Seguin.
In that lond growen trees, that beren mele, wherof men maken gode bred and white, and of gode savour; and it semethe as it were of whete, but it is not allynges of suche savour.
I looked forth into the street. Half a dozen tall savages, wrapped in striped serapes, were passing. Their wild, hungry looks, and slow, proud walk at once distinguished them from "Indios manzos," the water-drawing, wood-hewing pueblos. "Are they Navajoes?" I asked. "Oui, monsieur, oui!" replied Gode, apparently with some excitement. "Navajoes!" "There's no mistaking them," added Saint Vrain.
It ripples on, on, on! Let us drink. No, not yet; we cannot yet. We must go farther. Ugh! Such a height to leap from! But we must drink, one and all. Come, Gode! Come, Moro, old friend! Alp, come on! We shall reach it; we shall drink. Who is Tantalus? Ha! ha! Not I; not I! Stand back, fiends! Do not push me over! Back! Back, I say! Oh!
And in that feld ben 7 welles, that oure Lord Jesu Crist made with on of his feet, whan he wente to pleyen with other children. That feld is not so well closed, but that men may entren at here owne list. But in that cesonne, that the bawme is growynge, men put there to gode kepynge, that no man dar ben hardy to entre. This bawme growethe in no place, but only there.
Let us to them at once!" "Oui, oui! bien, Monsieur Capitaine," said Gode, hurrying in with a multitude of viands. The "Canadien" was always in his element when there was plenty to cook and eat. The coffee and tortillas were the labours of the pueblo, in the preparation of which viands he was Gode's master.
The great Cane let kepe this cytee fulle wel, for it is his. And alle be it, that the Pygmeyes ben litylle, zit thei ben fulle resonable, aftre here age and connen bothen wytt and gode and malice now." This passage, as will be noted, incorporates the Homeric tale of the battles between the Pigmies and the Cranes, and is adorned with a representation of such an encounter.
By grey dawn I was in my saddle; and, followed by Gode and a couple of heavily packed mules, I rode out of the ill-favoured town, and took the road for the Rio Abajo. For days we journey down the Del Norte. We pass through numerous villages, many of them types of Santa Fe. We cross the zequias and irrigating canals, and pass along fields of bright green maize plants.
It were a gode contree to sowen inne thristelle and breres and broom and thornes; and for no other thing is it not good. Natheless there is gode londe in sum place; but it is pure litille, as men seyn.
Beyond them half a dozen savages on horseback were beating the thicket, but had not yet seen the men. These I recognised easily. They were Gode and the doctor. The latter was nearer me; and as he scrambled on over the shingle something started out of the rocks within reach of his hand. I noticed that it was a small animal of the armadillo kind.
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