Next witness. Settin’ me traps like on the Namfin, that’s I thinks the rabbit Island to your foreign gentlemens, beggin’ your pardons your warships, anyways when I seen them up to some business, funny business I’d say but who’se I to know nothing. Thoughts I first, in-ter-rupt-ing a sacered rit-u-al of the faith you know I knows theres much ’bove me ’ead. Eye’s ’n ignerent in-di-viderel truely yours worships, glad to live in the forgiverness of Our Lord, bless preserve and keep ’is name. A poor sinner, wek in spirut. Yets on I holds the faith an’ repenths me sins most completely as near’s possibule day t’day ins the ’ope most dearly to be re-ceived into the kingdom ’f eternul bliss in heaven like you warships. I, there he clears his throat self-consciously, believe in th’ rex-ur-ex-yun of th’ bod-y, eyes raised cap in hands in suplication, amen. Will the witness please answer the question. Shame on me yours wor-shups, see, if I mays claim such as that un that day eyes was became the in-stru-ment of our almighty Gud long mays his oily name be praise-ed. Continue! ’Is ’and ’ad guideded me to a bless-ed bush which ’id meself frum their view like. Scared I was that day for me poor and sinful soul yets the ’and of the Lord urgeded me stay you no like. What did the witness see! Boxes. Strange boxes your woreships lik of whutch eyes never seen ’fore or since. Theys wer pointin’ ’em at two of their number neked and muddied merging froms the lake, see. Thens I sees that devil-business clearly an’ fled, ran your wor-ships most pre-cip-tat-ed-ly. I wuz afeared to tell til nows ’cause thoughs I knows wer my du-ty. Oh forgive me dear Mother Church my wurtherless be-tray-er-al. Yes, yes, did the witness understand the function of the boxes? No no no dearly no yur wur-shups. The witness may stand down.