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one of our forecasle sixpounders was called danton

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one of our forecasle sixpounders was called danton and tother marat.i used to play the fiddle between em, sitting on the capstan.day in and day out bompard and monsieur genêt talked o what france had done, and how the united states was going to join her to finish off the english in this war.monsieur genêt said hed justabout make the united states fight for france.he was a rude common man.but i liked listening.i always helped drink any healths that was proposedspecially citizen dantons whod cut off king louis head.an allenglishman might have been shockedthats where my french blood saved me.it didnt save me from getting a dose of ships fever though, the week before we put monsieur genêt ashore at charleston; and what was left of me after bleeding and pills took the dumb horrors from living tween decks.the surgeon, karaguen his name was, kept me down there to help him with his plastersi was too weak to wait on bompard.i dont remember much of any account for the next few weeks, till i smelled lilacs, and i looked out of the port, and we was moored to a wharfedge and there was a town o fine gardens and redbrick houses and all the green leaves in gods world waiting for me outside.whats this? i said to the sickbay manold pierre tiphaigne he was.philadelphia, says pierre.youve missed it all.were sailing next week.i just turned round and cried for longing to be amongst the laylocks.if thats your trouble, says old pierre, you go straight ashore.nonell hinder you.theyre all gone mad on these coastsfrench and american together.tisnt _my_ notion o war.pierre was an old king louis man.my legs was pretty tottly, but i made shift to go on deck, which it was like a fair.the frigate was crowded with fine gentlemen and ladies pouring in and out.they sung and they waved french flags, while captain bompard and his officersyes, and some of the menspeechified to all and sundry about war with england.they shouted, down with england!down with washington!hurrah for france and the republic! _i_ couldnt make sense of it.i wanted to get out from that crunch of swords and petticoats and sit in a field.one of the gentlemen said to me, is that a genuine cap o liberty youre wearing? twas aunt ceciles red one, and pretty near wore out.oh yes! i says, straight from france.ill give you a shilling for it, he says, and with that money in my hand and my fiddle under my arm i squeezed past the entryport and went ashore.it was like a dreammeadows, trees, flowers, birds, houses, and people _all_ different! i sat me down in a meadow and fiddled a bit, and then i went in and out the streets, looking and smelling and touching, like a little dog at a fair.fine folk was setting on the white stone doorsteps of their houses, and a girl threw me a handful of laylock sprays, and when i said merci without thinking, she said she loved the french.they was all the fashion in the city.i saw more tricolour flags in philadelphia than ever id seen in boulogne, and every one was shouting for war with england.a crowd o folk was cheering after our french ambassadorthat same monsieur genêt which wed left at charleston.he was ahorseback behaving as if the place belonged to himand commanding all and sundry to fight the british.but id heard that before.i got into a long straight street as wide as the broyle, where gentlemen was racing horses.im fond o horses.nobody hindered em, and a man told me it was called race street o purpose for that.then i followed some black niggers, which id never seen close before; but i left them to run after a great, proud, copperfaced man with feathers in his hair and a red blanket trailing behind him.a man told me he was a real red indian called red jacket, and i followed him into an alleyway off race street by second street, where there was a fiddle playing.im fond o fiddling.the indian stopped at a bakers shopconrad gerhards it wasand bought some sugary cakes.hearing what the price was i was going to have some too, but the indian asked me in english if i was hungry.oh yes! i says.i must have looked a sore scrattel.he opens a door on to a staircase and leads the way up.we walked into a dirty little room full of flutes and fiddles and a fat man fiddling by the window, in a smell of cheese and medicines fit to knock you down.i _was_ knocked down too, for the fat man jumped up and hit me a smack in the face.i fell against an old spinet covered with pillboxes and the pills rolled about the floor

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