The _Americains_ grow derisive and find pastime in gibes and raillery They mock the various Latins with their national inflections, and answer their scowls with laughter.

Some of the more aggressive shout pretty French greetings to the women of Gascony, and one bargeman, amid peals of applause, stands on a seat and hurls a kiss to the quadroons.
The mariners of England, Germany, and Holland, as spectators, like the fun, while the Spaniards look black and cast defiant imprecations upon their persecutors.

Some Gascons, with timely caution, pick their women out and depart, running a terrible fire of gallantries.
In hope of truce, a new call is raised for the bull: "The bull, the bull!--hush!" In a tier near the ground a man is standing and calling--standing head and shoulders above the rest--callimg in the _Americaine_ tongue.
Another man, big and red, named Joe, and a handsome little Creole in elegant dress and full of laughter, wish to stop him, but the flat-boatmen, ha-ha-ing and cheering, will not suffer it.

Ah, through some shameful knavery of the men, into whose hands he has fallen, he is drunk! Even the women can see that; and now he throws his arms wildly and raises his voice until the whole great circle hears it.

He is preaching! Ah! kind Lord, for a special providence now! The men of his own nation--men from the land of the open English Bible and temperance cup and song are cheering him on to mad disgrace.