Come in; what news do you bring?
Take off your cap and rest your hair, Oncle Jazon." The scalpless old fighter chuckled raucously and bowed to the best of his ability.

He not only took off his queer cap, but looked into it with a startled gaze, as if he expected something infinitely dangerous to jump out and seize his nose.
"A thousand thanks, Ma'm'selle," he presently said, "will ye please tell Mo'sieu' Roussillon that I would wish to see 'im ?" "Yes, Oncle Jazon; but first be seated, and let me offer you just a drop of eau de vie; some that Papa Roussillon brought back with him from Quebec.

He says it's old and fine." She poured him a full glass, then setting the bottle on a little stand, went to find M.Roussillon.While she was absent Oncle Jazon improved his opportunity to the fullest extent.

At least three additional glasses of the brandy went the way of the first.

He grinned atrociously and smacked his corrugated lips; but when Gaspard Roussillon came in, the old man was sitting at some distance from the bottle and glass gazing indifferently out across the veranda.