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O'Flaherty comes in widow wiping her eyes and kind of moaning. Unhandkerchiefs one eye, bats it around tearfully over the stock; says "And fhat might ye ask for that wan?" "Thirty-nine dollars, madam," says I. "It 's a foine big price, sure, but Pat shall be buried like a gintleman, as he was, if I have to work me fingers off for it. I'll have that wan, sor."

"The powder is behind the ball in that paper bag," explained Shorty. "You tear the paper with your teeth this way, and pour the powder into the muzzle." "Fhat," said Barney contemptuously, surveying the cartridge. "There isn't enough powdher there to throw a ball as far as Oi can a pebble. Fwhy, Oi used to put a whole handful o' powdher in the old blunderbuss.

I stood for two minutes, watching her, when I was recalled to my senses by the Irishman, who said: "Fhat are we to do wid the quinane and the gun caps?" We packed the smuggled goods in our saddle-bags and elsewhere, and rode back to headquarters. The colonel and the general were in the colonel's tent, and I took the "stuff" in and reported all the occurrences.

The bugle sounded down in the woods, and the sergeant turned to me and asked, "Fhat the divil is that I dunno?" I was satisfied it was "To horse," but when I saw our fellows come rushing back towards the horses it looked as though the order was to fall back, and I suggested as much to the sergeant. He thought it looked reasonable, too, and he ordered us to fall back slowly toward the regiment.

Fhat d'ye tink she did dhis mornin'? I was a-fixin' me pork, jist as ivery other bye in camp allers does it, an' jist then who should come along but hersilf.

The doctor replied, "I will." I said to Dr. Seversen, "I would like to go along with you to see whether you know how to do it." Eight doctors were also present. While the doctor was drilling a hole in the protruding bone, red blood spurted out of it, and I said, "Praise the Lord!" One of the doctors standing by said, "How do you know fhat that looks good?"

O'Flaherty comes in widow wiping her eyes and kind of moaning. Unhandkerchiefs one eye, bats it around tearfully over the stock; says "And fhat might ye ask for that wan?" "Thirty-nine dollars, madam," says I. "It 's a foine big price, sure, but Pat shall be buried like a gintleman, as he was, if I have to work me fingers off for it. I'll have that wan, sor."

But here, again, Donald's knowledge of English was at fault; he "wad no pe kennin' fhat his honour's sel' wad pe sayin'." "And what might your name be?" presently inquired this over-inquisitive guest. "Ach, it micht joost pe Tonal," said the Highlander. "Donald? Aye, and what more than Donald?" "Ooh, there wull pe no muckle mair. They will joost be calling me Tonal M'Tonal." "Donald M'Donald?