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"This cannebalism an' polygamy an' the like greatly distresses me, however," he confessed to Heller. "Be moments I'm timpted to unfold the naked truth, an' bring these paple square up to the canons of the Church at wanst. But it ud be risky. We read av times, ye know, Heller, that God winked at.
Short, meagre, badly built, excessively ugly, they were nearly naked, and their slight clothing was rags of skins. Thurstane tried to buy food of them, but either they had none to spare or his buttons seemed to them of no value. Nor could he induce any one to accompany him as a guide. "Do ye think Godamighty made thim paple?" inquired Sweeny. "Reckon so," replied Glover.
In a few days, or a few seconds, whatever the period of time might have been, Father Higgins enjoyed being Divinity Higgins. "I think it best for the eventual spiritual interests av me paple that they should continue to worship me for a while longer," he said to Heller. "Human nature in a savage state, ye see, wont go at wan jump from a log av wood to the thrue Deity.
'Git in, ladies, sez he, 'an' pay yer fares. Wid all the houses there's in the city, an' all the sthrates there's in it, faith, it was no good at all to thry to foind our way alone; but thim wur false paple they niver took us to the Washington Market at all; an' it was all the day we wint up to the top o' the city and down to the bottom o' the city, and spinding our money at it.
CHO. I'll go to the land Of the green maple tree; Whose emblem's the baver, Whose paple are free. No thoughts of ambition Inspires now my breast. My solduring's o'er In peace I'll now rest. Cho. And now I heed not The trumpet or drum. My battles are ended No more will now come. Cho.
Magovern will git out, sur, sez I, 'for this isn't the Washington Market at all. 'It is not, ma'am, sez he, 'but that's where I'll take yez, sez he. 'Sit down, ladies, sez he, 'and pay me the money, sez he. 'I had a great many paple to lave, sez he. An' indade he had, ma'am. An' we paid the money agin, an' we wint down to the bottom o' the city. 'This is not the Washington Market, Mrs.
"Patience, Sweeny," smiled Thurstane. "We must be nearly through the cañon." "An' where will we come out, Liftinant? Is it in Ameriky? Bedad, we ought to be close to the Chaynees by this time. Liftinant, what sort o' paple lives up atop of us, annyway?" "I don't suppose anybody lives up there," replied the officer, raising his eyes to the dizzy precipices above.
"Ye're a purty sailor, buttoned up in a long-tail coat, wid a white hankerchy round yer neck. Have ye been foolin' paple wid makin' 'em think ye're a Protestant praste?" "I've been blowin' glass, Sweeny," replied the sniffling voice of Phineas Glover. "Blowin' glass! Och, yees was always powerful at blowin'. But I niver heerd ye blow glass. It was big lies mostly whin I was a listing."
"We always wash the pavement on Sathurday." "But it doesn't do to wash the pavement," I returned, now trying to put a little reason into her head, "when it is so cold that water will freeze as soon as it touches the ground. The bricks become as slippery as glass, and people can't walk on them without falling." "Och! And what hev we till do wid the paple. Lot 'em look 'till their steps."
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