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He was full of excuses work fresh studies the Governor his aunt. Pete said "Coorse," and "Sartenly," and "Wouldn't trust," until Philip began to be ashamed, and one evening he came, looking stronger than usual, with a more sustaining cheerfulness, and plumped into the house with the words, "I've come at last!" "To stay the night?" said Pete. "Well, yes," said Philip.
"I humbly, thank your Reverence for axin'! Troth there's no rason for complainin' in regard o' the health; sarra one o' them but's bravely, consitherin' all things: I believe I'm the worst o' them, myself, yer Reverence.. I'm gettin' ould, you see, an' stiff', an' wake; but that's only in the coorse o' nathur; a man can't last always.
Of coorse I had him on the lariat; but up to this time I had kept the eend o' the rope in my hand, because I had that same day lost my picket pin; an' thinkin' as I wan't agoin' to sleep, I mout as well hold on to it. "By 'm by, however, I begun to feel drowsy. The fire 'atween my legs promised to keep me from freezin', an' I thort I mout as well take a nap.
"Don't be too sure," replied Kate, "that it is knocked up; don't now, mind my words; an' take care that, instead of knockin' it up, you haven't knocked yourselves down. Chew your cud upon that now." "What does she mane?" asked Ned, looking on her with a baleful glance, in which might be read equal ferocity and alarm. "Why, traichery, of coorse," replied Philip, in his deep, glowing voice.
Why, them savages 'll think I've cleared off made tracks thankful to git away with my own skin whole, and carin' no more for my comrades than if they wos so many stumps. Thinkin' that, of coorse they'll think it's o' no use to try to cross the river and give chase, 'cause I've got a long start o' 'em, an' so, d'ye see, they'll give me up an' think no more about me. Good! very good!
"What brings you here?" was the question. "Throth, thin, and I think I might betther ax what brings you here, right in the way o' my nor-aist coorse." "Where do you come from?" "From Kinsale; and you didn't come from a betther place, I go bail." "Where are you bound to?" "To Fingal." "Fingal, where's Fingal?" "Why then, ain't you ashamed o' yourself an' not to know where Fingal is?"
Of coorse, Lord, gien ye tellt me, that wad mak a' the differ, for ye're Robert's maister as weel's mine, an' your wull wad saitisfee him jist as weel's me. I wad fain lat him gang, puir chiel! but I daurna. Lord, convert him to the trowth. Lord, lat him ken what hate is. But eh, Lord! I wuss ye wad tell me what to du. Thy wull's the beginnin' an' mids an' en' o' a' thing to me.
"An artist," said Yan, wondering what this had to do with his dismissal. "Does an artist hev to be bang-up eddicated?" "They're all the better for it." "Av coorse, av coorse, that's what I tell Sam. It's eddication that counts. Does artists make much money?" "Yes, some of them. The successful ones sometimes make millions." "Millions? I guess not. Ain't you stretchin' it just a leetle?" "No, sir.
Other people's pulls at the long-bow always seem much more apparent than one's own! "Ov coorse that chap was takin' a rise out of the ould lady," he said parenthetically; "but what I tould you ov the mule was thrue enough." "What! do you mean to say that you were sailing away from the carcase for three weeks and came across it again?" I inquired, with a smile.
"From the island?" Kate gasped. "Middling down in the mouth, too, and plagued out of his life between the ruck of you," continued Pete; "but God forgive you all, you can't help it." "Did you say you were going out of the island, Pete?" "Coorse I did; but what's the odds? Africa, Kimberley, the Lord knows where " "Kimberley! Not Kimberley, Pete!"
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