Dialect in British Fiction: 1800-1836Funded by The Arts and Humanities Research CouncilSupported by The University of Sheffield
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Hill, Benson Earle Recollections of an Artillery Officer: Including Scenes and Adventures in Ireland, America, Flanders, and France.
Author Details
Surname:Hill
First Names:Benson Earle
Gender:Male
Anonymous:No
Publication Details
Publisher:Richard Bentley, New Burlington Street
Place:London
Date:1836
Novel Details
Genre:Adventure; autobiography/memoirs; military
Setting:London; Ireland; Madiera; America; Flanders; France; Jamaica; Bristol
Period:Contemporary
Plot
Various factors suggest that this might not be a novel but is instead a memoir based on fact: the Dictionary of National Biography glosses it as such, and in vol. 2, p.79 one of the characters addresses the narrator (who has been unnamed up to that point) as Hill (which is the name of the author), and the appearance of various historical personages who were living at the time (including the Duke of Nelson's adopted daughter).
Recollections follows the travels of an army officer, from his cadet training in London, across the Atlantic and Europe through to the present day. It is comprised in the main of a series of events, anecdotes and dialogues, which are, in the main, linked by no overarching narrative thread. It begins in London, before moving to Ireland, where the narrator lives for several years, and then onto Bristol, Madeira, Jamaica, America (where he fights in the Battle of New Orleans), France and Flanders (where he is one of the forces who prevent the return of Napoleon to power) and ultimately to London. In the course of his travels, the narrator attends various theatrical performances, balls and dinners, the chief point of interest of which are the eccentric characters who also attend. Other notable episodes include his rescue of an escaped slave in America, whom he employs as a servant but then sacks, and his sympathetic treatment of an Irishman who has deserted from the British army.
Overview of the Dialect
The narrative contains a wide range of different dialects, including: Scots, Irish English, Cockney, Bristol, Creole and American English. The author relies on well-known stereotypes for Scots, Irish English, Cockney and Creole (e.g. the Bristol speaker's utterances comprise stereotypical West-Country forms). What marks the text out as unusual is its extensive treatment of American English, which is marked by the use of nouns and adjectives relating to religion in adverbial positions ('tarnation bad', 'everlasting stiff'), 'i' for 'oi' (e.g. 'jint' for joint'), and the frequent use of 'calculate' where 'suppose' or 'think' would be expected in contemporary Standard English constructions. In addition to direct speech representation, the text contains some very interesting metalanguistic elements, most notably when the narrator mimics a Barbadian accent, and his claim to have inadvertently acquired an Irish accent while living in Ireland.

Unexpectedly nondialectal characters: In vol. 1, p.153, the narrator claims to have acquired a 'brogue' while living in Ireland, but his direct speech is represented in Standard English. In vol. 1 p.63, Major Murray and Dr. Tully are described as having broad Scots and Irish accents, respectively, but this is not reflected in the orthography.
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Speaker #1:Hill - Artillery officer
Individual or Group:Individual
Primary Identity:Narrator (first person)
Gender:Male
Age:Adult - young
Narrative Voice:1st person
Role:Central

Social Role
Social Role Description:Artillery officer
Social Role Category:Military
Speaker's Origin
Place of Origin Description:Bath, England
Place of Origin Category:Bath, Somersetshire, South East England, England
Extract #1 dialect features: Metalanguage
Speakers: All , Hill
As soon as the first greetings were over, I was very seriously requested to speak in my own manner, and, on asking what was meant, I was assured, by my family, that they had seldom heard a stronger brogue than the one in which I now addressed them. In vain I assured them that I was unconscious of the change; I was told it was an assumption, which I could drop at any time I pleased. This was not the case, as many months elapsed before I spoke with an English accent.
(Vol. 1,p. 153)
Extract #2 dialect features: Codeswitch, Metalanguage, Orthographical Respelling
Speakers: All , Hill, interlocutor
"[...] why do you wish to go there, may I ask?"
"That I may have the pleasure of visiting some of my family. I was born in Barbadoes, and taken to England whilst an infant."
"True Barbadian born!" shouted another the youngsters, in capital mimicry of Negro intonation.
" Needer Crab nor Creole, sar ," I answered, attempting the same tone.
(Vol. 1,p. 232-233)
Extract #3 dialect features: Metalanguage, Orthographical Respelling
Speakers: All , Hill, interlocutor
On one of my visits to Major Murray I was introduced to Dr. Tully, a Septigenarian, who had not lost the fire and vivacity of youth; he was replete with anecdote, told in the richest brogue , well versed in the ancient and modern lore of ould Ireland, and somewhat proud of boasting his intimacy with "his dear Oliver."
"Doctor," said the major, one day after dinner, in his broadest Scotch , "my young friend here full of nothing but this stupid notion about Lesoy being the veritable Auburn; there can be no foundation for such an absurd supposition."
"Excepting the foundation of truth, major," replied the doctor. "I am glad to find any English lad thinking it worth his while to visit the scene of my dear Oliver's magnificent poem: happy I should have been, old as I am, to have aided his research."
(Vol. 1,p. 63)
Speakers: All , Ebenezer Bruce, Hill
This singular biped came up to me, with a strange shambling gait; and, after clearing his mouth of a quid, followed by two or three copious expectorations, he, with a strong nasal twang, thus addressed me :
"I say, Britisher , I calculate you're a doctor?"
"No, I am not; but, if you want a surgeon," I replied, "I will show you the way to the hospital."
"Want a surgeon! I guess I do most tarnation bad. I require to have my arm cut off, for it's beginning to stink, I calculate , and that's what I do not mean to submit to on no account."
"My good fellow, I hope there will be no occasion for such a violent measure as amputation; where were you hit?"
" Why in the wood just here away , at the back of this God damned plantation."
"I mean, where is your wound?"
"Slick right through my elbow jint , I guess; and ever since I got the knock , which was the night your folks first showed, my arm has been so everlasting stiff, I calculate I shall never more use axe or rifle with it."
"Come, come, don't be afraid of --"
" Afeard ! who the hell ever knew me to be afeard of man or beast? No, no, young stran-ger , tayn't our way in the woods. I was reared in old Kentuck , and afore I was ten years grown , I've stood to have a tin mug knocked to immortal smash off my head by a rifle ball, just to show there was no want of pluck in Ebenezer Bruce, and I do make so bold as to say they found that out 'tother night, when your 'tarnal creatures mowed us down pretty considerable thick. I couldn't help thinking, when I found myself wounded and taken prisoner, what hell fire luck my brother Bob had in stopping at home, although he was appinted ensire to our company of Rifles only the last time we mustered, I guess ."
Speakers: All , Ebenezer Bruce, Hill
"Well, Mr. Bruce, as I understand that is your name --"
"Bruce is my name, I guess , and father's before me, which you may think stran-ge , but I don't "
" 'Tis a very ancient and noble name; doubtless you can trace your descent from the great Robert Bruce, King of Scotland."
"There you make a most damnation misapprehension; if I thought father had a drop of king's blood in his veins, I'd cut his heart out; no, no, he comes of honest folk, granfather and granfather's father were weavers in Glascow, North Britain, I guess : why , bless your eyes! father only left the old country five years before I was pigged , as mother calls it , 'cause she had two on us in the same litter."
(Vol. 1,p. 325-326)
"Glad to see you Barbadoes , sar ," her ladyship drawled forth, with that indolence of speech so usually found in Creoles . " Ebery body knows Lady Rodney -- always brings de best of ebery ting to de officers. So tell what you like hab , one of my slaves shall fetch it for you."
"I require nothing at present, my lady; if I should, I will take care to let you know."
" Me hab de finest Guava jelly, hotest ginger, biggest alligator pears, and grandest melons in all Barbadoes. As for 'tother people, come alongside 'tend to sell tings , dem all parcel dem rogues, thieving woolly-headed niggers dat steal tings , and sell em for dirt; but I keep plantation and store for self , sar . Me know what's good for yam -- me know what's good for drinkey too; hab some old rum tome , make you cry Bah! not nassy hot tuff burn poor Buccra's liber , and make him made drunk ; me savez better nor dat , sure you , sar ."
"I say, old lady," said Fletcher, " don't forget to bring some subaltern's butter, and lots of eggs and milk, in good time for breakfast -- d'ye hear?"
" You no casion bawl so loud, Misser Fletcher; you really make me nerbous , wid your noise. -- Member , sar , der difference tween delicate lady, and one your sailor men."
(Vol. 1,p. 288-289)
Speaker #2:Guide - Guide
Individual or Group:Individual
Primary Identity:Guide
Gender:Male
Age:Adult - elderly
Narrative Voice:1st person
Role:Peripheral
Dialect Features:Orthographical Respelling

Social Role
Social Role Description:Guide
Social Role Category:Trade or craft
Speaker's Origin
Place of Origin Description:London
Place of Origin Category:London, South East England, England
Extract #1 dialect features: Orthographical Respelling
Speakers: All , Guide
After going through the usual routine, the guide, little guessing whom he addressed, said, "Perhaps, madam, the young folks would like to see the vaxen himage of the late Hadmiral Nelson; it has only been put up these two days."
(Vol. 1,p. 13)
Speaker #3:O'Grady - Unspecified
Individual or Group:Individual
Primary Identity:Mrs O'Grady
Gender:Female
Age:Adult - elderly
Narrative Voice:1st person
Role:Peripheral

Social Role
Social Role Description:Unspecified
Social Role Category:Respectable poor
Speaker's Origin
Place of Origin Description:Gort, Galway, Ireland
Place of Origin Category:Gort, Galway, West Ireland, Ireland
Speakers: All , O'Grady, Cavanagh
I remember two old crones, who called a halt close to the guns, I suppose for my express edification.
"Is that you, Mrs. Cavanagh, come all the way from Gort, to see the poor sowl die upon the gallows?"
"Is it me, ma'am; troth it is, shure enough ; and why shouldn't I come? Don't I know the boy, since he come into this wicked world , and his father and mother? Didn't his aunt, Nancy Garvey, marry that blackguard of a gauger, that brought ruin and distruction entirely upon me and mine, by raison of seizin' every stick and stone we had to the fore; and he, the curse of widdy and the orphin on his hard heart! to swear we were chating the revenue -- bad look to all parliament whisky, says I, bating Johnny Connell's!"
" Why , then, Mrs. Cavanagh, I heard say, that some of the Garry Owen boys do not intind the poor child to be stragulated by that thief of the world, Mister Canty. I seen him turn a crature off the ladder at Ennis t'other day; and now, then, my dear, I'm telling you a word of a lie, he did it for all the world in the most consequential and highty-tighty manner you ever see ."
" Och , it's a big shame, Mrs. O'Grady, to hand the poor boy any way; what did he do? only helped Peter McMahon to get him a wife: and she to turn up her nose at the the likes of Peter, where would she find a better made man in the whole barony?"
"And the face of brass she must have, my dear, to appear in court, and describe the particulars! Well , I hope and trist , the army won't interfere: now, do you think that young gentleman, upon the black horse, would have the heart to fire them murdering guns upon the cratures that come to have a last look at a young boy, that's to be hung up in cowld blood?"
"I do not , ma'am, nor any of his gentleman soldiers that's wid him." This was said, of course, on purpose to be overheard.
(Vol. 1,p. 113)
Speakers: All , O'Grady, Priest, Cavanagh
The deep voice of the priest, on whose arm the wretched boy was leaning, now became audible.
"Be of good heart, my son; short is your road to happiness now, soon will you find yourself in Paradise. Your soul is clean from crime, as a new born babe; och, that I could exchange with you at this moment! Repate after me."
And he commenced a Latin prayer, the words of which died indistinctly as the mournful procession passed on.
" Och , then , for the love o' God," said Mrs. O'Grady, "take me away out of this. -- Och , of all the sights I ever see -- and he such a child, too!"
"Come on, woman," said her gossip, "or we'll lose the sight; beside, my dear, I want to get a small taste of the rope from Mr. Canty when 'tis all over -- you know 'tis a fine thing to have by one ."
" Nabocklish !" answered Mrs. O'Grady; " you have no call to it , what would you want wid it?"
"How stupid you are, woman! Don' t you know, that in God's world there is not such a charm against the rhumatiz , as the rope that has hung a poor sowl , more by token if you can get it near the choking knot. I thought every fool knew that, so come along wid you out of this ."
" Arrah , then , is it me you'd be coaxin to go a step farther, you hard-hearted varmint . Hell to your sowl , if I stir a step wid the likes of you."
" Why , then , to blazes wid you ! Go back to your own beautiful family; and don't forget, ma'am, that your father himself was hung for a Croppy , and that turns your stomach at the sight of a gallows."
(Vol. 1,p. 115-116)
Speaker #4:Cavanagh - Unspecified
Individual or Group:Individual
Primary Identity:Mrs Cavanagh
Gender:Female
Age:Adult - elderly
Narrative Voice:1st person
Role:Peripheral

Social Role
Social Role Description:Unspecified
Social Role Category:Unspecified
Speaker's Origin
Place of Origin Description:Connaught, Ireland
Place of Origin Category:Unspecified, Connaught, West Ireland, Ireland
Speakers: All , O'Grady, Cavanagh
I remember two old crones, who called a halt close to the guns, I suppose for my express edification.
"Is that you, Mrs. Cavanagh, come all the way from Gort, to see the poor sowl die upon the gallows?"
"Is it me, ma'am; troth it is, shure enough ; and why shouldn't I come? Don't I know the boy, since he come into this wicked world , and his father and mother? Didn't his aunt, Nancy Garvey, marry that blackguard of a gauger, that brought ruin and distruction entirely upon me and mine, by raison of seizin' every stick and stone we had to the fore; and he, the curse of widdy and the orphin on his hard heart! to swear we were chating the revenue -- bad look to all parliament whisky, says I, bating Johnny Connell's!"
" Why , then, Mrs. Cavanagh, I heard say, that some of the Garry Owen boys do not intind the poor child to be stragulated by that thief of the world, Mister Canty. I seen him turn a crature off the ladder at Ennis t'other day; and now, then, my dear, I'm telling you a word of a lie, he did it for all the world in the most consequential and highty-tighty manner you ever see ."
" Och , it's a big shame, Mrs. O'Grady, to hand the poor boy any way; what did he do? only helped Peter McMahon to get him a wife: and she to turn up her nose at the the likes of Peter, where would she find a better made man in the whole barony?"
"And the face of brass she must have, my dear, to appear in court, and describe the particulars! Well , I hope and trist , the army won't interfere: now, do you think that young gentleman, upon the black horse, would have the heart to fire them murdering guns upon the cratures that come to have a last look at a young boy, that's to be hung up in cowld blood?"
"I do not , ma'am, nor any of his gentleman soldiers that's wid him." This was said, of course, on purpose to be overheard.
(Vol. 1,p. 113)
Speakers: All , O'Grady, Priest, Cavanagh
The deep voice of the priest, on whose arm the wretched boy was leaning, now became audible.
"Be of good heart, my son; short is your road to happiness now, soon will you find yourself in Paradise. Your soul is clean from crime, as a new born babe; och, that I could exchange with you at this moment! Repate after me."
And he commenced a Latin prayer, the words of which died indistinctly as the mournful procession passed on.
" Och , then , for the love o' God," said Mrs. O'Grady, "take me away out of this. -- Och , of all the sights I ever see -- and he such a child, too!"
"Come on, woman," said her gossip, "or we'll lose the sight; beside, my dear, I want to get a small taste of the rope from Mr. Canty when 'tis all over -- you know 'tis a fine thing to have by one ."
" Nabocklish !" answered Mrs. O'Grady; " you have no call to it , what would you want wid it?"
"How stupid you are, woman! Don' t you know, that in God's world there is not such a charm against the rhumatiz , as the rope that has hung a poor sowl , more by token if you can get it near the choking knot. I thought every fool knew that, so come along wid you out of this ."
" Arrah , then , is it me you'd be coaxin to go a step farther, you hard-hearted varmint . Hell to your sowl , if I stir a step wid the likes of you."
" Why , then , to blazes wid you ! Go back to your own beautiful family; and don't forget, ma'am, that your father himself was hung for a Croppy , and that turns your stomach at the sight of a gallows."
(Vol. 1,p. 115-116)
Speaker #5:Priest - Priest
Individual or Group:Individual
Primary Identity:Priest
Gender:Male
Age:Adult - unspecified age
Narrative Voice:1st person
Role:Peripheral

Social Role
Social Role Description:Priest
Social Role Category:Clergy
Speaker's Origin
Place of Origin Description:Connaught, Ireland
Place of Origin Category:Unspecified, Connaught, West Ireland, Ireland
Speakers: All , O'Grady, Priest, Cavanagh
The deep voice of the priest, on whose arm the wretched boy was leaning, now became audible.
"Be of good heart, my son; short is your road to happiness now, soon will you find yourself in Paradise. Your soul is clean from crime, as a new born babe; och, that I could exchange with you at this moment! Repate after me."
And he commenced a Latin prayer, the words of which died indistinctly as the mournful procession passed on.
" Och , then , for the love o' God," said Mrs. O'Grady, "take me away out of this. -- Och , of all the sights I ever see -- and he such a child, too!"
"Come on, woman," said her gossip, "or we'll lose the sight; beside, my dear, I want to get a small taste of the rope from Mr. Canty when 'tis all over -- you know 'tis a fine thing to have by one ."
" Nabocklish !" answered Mrs. O'Grady; " you have no call to it , what would you want wid it?"
"How stupid you are, woman! Don' t you know, that in God's world there is not such a charm against the rhumatiz , as the rope that has hung a poor sowl , more by token if you can get it near the choking knot. I thought every fool knew that, so come along wid you out of this ."
" Arrah , then , is it me you'd be coaxin to go a step farther, you hard-hearted varmint . Hell to your sowl , if I stir a step wid the likes of you."
" Why , then , to blazes wid you ! Go back to your own beautiful family; and don't forget, ma'am, that your father himself was hung for a Croppy , and that turns your stomach at the sight of a gallows."
(Vol. 1,p. 115-116)
Speaker #6:Sarah - Messenger
Individual or Group:Individual
Primary Identity:Sarah
Gender:Female
Age:Adult - unspecified age
Narrative Voice:1st person
Role:Central

Social Role
Social Role Description:Messenger
Social Role Category:Servant
Speaker's Origin
Place of Origin Description:Bristol, England
Place of Origin Category:Bristol, South West England, England
Speakers: All , Sarah
She was absent some hours; and, on her return, I eagerly demanded the cause of the bell-ringing?
" Why , zir ," replied the sapient Sarah, "they do tell I that the butter be rose in the market, and the mob be going to fire upon it. Howsomdever , here be the newspaper, and you'll know all about it."
And the provokingly stupid devil handed me a "Felix Farley" of the preceding Saturday. This same wench had engaged herself as a professed cook, and soon convinced her mistress of her capabilities, by asking one day, about half an hour before the usual dinner-time,
" Missus , the carrots be done, shall I put in the beef?"
(Vol. 1,p. 173)
Speaker #7:Ebenezer Bruce - Soldier
Individual or Group:Individual
Primary Identity:Ebenezer
Gender:Male
Age:Adult - unspecified age
Narrative Voice:1st person
Role:Peripheral

Social Role
Social Role Description:Soldier
Social Role Category:Military
Speaker's Origin
Place of Origin Description:Louisiana, America
Place of Origin Category:Louisiana, America
Speakers: All , Ebenezer Bruce, Hill
This singular biped came up to me, with a strange shambling gait; and, after clearing his mouth of a quid, followed by two or three copious expectorations, he, with a strong nasal twang, thus addressed me :
"I say, Britisher , I calculate you're a doctor?"
"No, I am not; but, if you want a surgeon," I replied, "I will show you the way to the hospital."
"Want a surgeon! I guess I do most tarnation bad. I require to have my arm cut off, for it's beginning to stink, I calculate , and that's what I do not mean to submit to on no account."
"My good fellow, I hope there will be no occasion for such a violent measure as amputation; where were you hit?"
" Why in the wood just here away , at the back of this God damned plantation."
"I mean, where is your wound?"
"Slick right through my elbow jint , I guess; and ever since I got the knock , which was the night your folks first showed, my arm has been so everlasting stiff, I calculate I shall never more use axe or rifle with it."
"Come, come, don't be afraid of --"
" Afeard ! who the hell ever knew me to be afeard of man or beast? No, no, young stran-ger , tayn't our way in the woods. I was reared in old Kentuck , and afore I was ten years grown , I've stood to have a tin mug knocked to immortal smash off my head by a rifle ball, just to show there was no want of pluck in Ebenezer Bruce, and I do make so bold as to say they found that out 'tother night, when your 'tarnal creatures mowed us down pretty considerable thick. I couldn't help thinking, when I found myself wounded and taken prisoner, what hell fire luck my brother Bob had in stopping at home, although he was appinted ensire to our company of Rifles only the last time we mustered, I guess ."
Speakers: All , Ebenezer Bruce, Hill
"Well, Mr. Bruce, as I understand that is your name --"
"Bruce is my name, I guess , and father's before me, which you may think stran-ge , but I don't "
" 'Tis a very ancient and noble name; doubtless you can trace your descent from the great Robert Bruce, King of Scotland."
"There you make a most damnation misapprehension; if I thought father had a drop of king's blood in his veins, I'd cut his heart out; no, no, he comes of honest folk, granfather and granfather's father were weavers in Glascow, North Britain, I guess : why , bless your eyes! father only left the old country five years before I was pigged , as mother calls it , 'cause she had two on us in the same litter."
(Vol. 1,p. 325-326)
Speaker #8:Wellwood - Barrack master
Individual or Group:Individual
Primary Identity:Wellwood
Gender:Unknown
Age:Adult - unspecified age
Narrative Voice:1st person
Role:Central

Social Role
Social Role Description:Barrack master
Social Role Category:Military
Speaker's Origin
Place of Origin Description:Scotland
Place of Origin Category:Scotland
Speakers: All , Wellwood
" How's a wi ye the day , Fullerton? Ah , my Artilleryman, how goes it ? Gi us a grip o' yer haund . Ye are good lads, to leave a comfortable and axcellent mess, to dine wi a puir body like me; however, there's a hearty welcome, to make amends for bad fare."
(Vol. 1,p. 175)
We were all aware of our host's propensity, and, therefore, urged him to explain the mystery of the haunch.
" Well , then , lads, I'll tell you the simple facs of the case. I was out on the shingle, with my double-barrel, thinking I may get a shot at some barnacles, or, maybe, a flight o' ducks, when, of a sudden , I saw something in the water, that, at first, I took for a swimming man -- twa black things, like arms, rising up and down with the waves; as it came closer, these dark objects showed themselves like antlers; and, satisfied that it was no human creature, to whom I might be of service, I lay mysel down flat, to watch what sort of a beastie these horns belonged to. Weel , I watched and waited, and better waited; 'till , at last, out steps from the sea, upon the dry land, a fine, large, milk-white stag! I was parfectly thunderstruck, but I was na' going to lose my chance wi' him, so I let fly baith barrels, bang, bang! and doon fa's the animal. Ech , sirs, he was a noble creature. On examination, I found he had a massive siller collar round his neck, ornamented with fleur-de-lis . O , my man, says I , you have escaped from some o' the royal deer parts in France, and a long swim ye 'ave had o' it; but there he lay deed as Robert Bruce, so I just fetched him hame , and you've eat a part of him the day ."
"It was a long swim," observed Captain Fullerton: "but, I say, Wellwood, the fleur-de-lis have been out of fashion these twenty years, how do you account for that?"
"There is a species o' deer in France that lives to be near a hundred; now, we'll suppose that the collar was put round his neak , say in ninety, before the troubles began, that would na make him mair than three-and-twenty years old, a mere fawn by comparison."
(Vol. 1,p. 176-177)
Speakers: All , Wellwood
During the evening, one of the party was complaining that several of his windows had been damaged by the musquetry at a late field-day.
" Egod , sir," said Wellwood, determined on trumping his friend's card, " what's this to my misfortune in this vary house? When His Royal Highness the Duke of York was attacking Valenciennes, there was such a dreadful heavy cannonading kept up on both sides, that I had not one single pane o' glass left unbroken in my house, and was obliged to memorialize the Board on the subject."
(Vol. 1,p. 178)
Speaker #9:Lady Rodney - Plantation owner (note that she is not a titled Lady despite her name)
Individual or Group:Individual
Primary Identity:Lady Rodney
Gender:Female
Age:Adult - middle aged
Narrative Voice:1st person
Role:Peripheral

Social Role
Social Role Description:Plantation owner (note that she is not a titled Lady despite her name)
Social Role Category:Trade or craft
Speaker's Origin
Place of Origin Description:Jamaica
Place of Origin Category:Jamaica, Caribbean
"Glad to see you Barbadoes , sar ," her ladyship drawled forth, with that indolence of speech so usually found in Creoles . " Ebery body knows Lady Rodney -- always brings de best of ebery ting to de officers. So tell what you like hab , one of my slaves shall fetch it for you."
"I require nothing at present, my lady; if I should, I will take care to let you know."
" Me hab de finest Guava jelly, hotest ginger, biggest alligator pears, and grandest melons in all Barbadoes. As for 'tother people, come alongside 'tend to sell tings , dem all parcel dem rogues, thieving woolly-headed niggers dat steal tings , and sell em for dirt; but I keep plantation and store for self , sar . Me know what's good for yam -- me know what's good for drinkey too; hab some old rum tome , make you cry Bah! not nassy hot tuff burn poor Buccra's liber , and make him made drunk ; me savez better nor dat , sure you , sar ."
"I say, old lady," said Fletcher, " don't forget to bring some subaltern's butter, and lots of eggs and milk, in good time for breakfast -- d'ye hear?"
" You no casion bawl so loud, Misser Fletcher; you really make me nerbous , wid your noise. -- Member , sar , der difference tween delicate lady, and one your sailor men."
(Vol. 1,p. 288-289)
"Ay, ay, my lady, I beg pardon; but, I say, let that artillery officer look at the miniature; I see he wants to overhaul it."
" Me take him off, sar , rectly , and show him wid pleasure," and she unclasped her golden cable -- " dere , sar , dat 's picture of dear Lord Rodney; he gib him to me wid his own hands in de year 82, just after he tump de French. Me berry piccaniny little ting den , but Lord Rodney lub me dearly, and make me his lady. -- Dere you see him look you full in de face -- you not able see his back. I know ebery bit of him sweet figure; and by Gor , I tink I neber saw a man wid such a large pig-tail in all my life -- he always wear pig-tail me tye him wid ribands bery often . Oh , he really clever body ! But no use cry now, he is gone to glory, up in heben -- me go to him 'fore long -- see him again, me sure . Hope to Goramighty he no cut off him pig-tail, cause me know him mong a hundred, 'twas such a big un . Well , I go shire . See you again to-morrow. Good by, gennelmen ."
(Vol. 1,p. 289-290)
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