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"Wal, if the gineral an' company was sthopped somewhere beyond thot pass?" queried Casey, shrewdly, as he took a deep pull at his pipe. "Then at least they could fight. They have stood off attacks before. They might hold out for the train following, or even run back." "Thin, Collins, we've only got to sthop the gineral's train before it reaches thot dom' trap." "But we can't!" cried Collins.
An' near all th' steerage followed; f'r th' storm had done its worst, an' gone on to throuble those that come afther, an' may th' divvle go with it. 'Twill be rest f'r that little Tipp'rary man; f'r th' waves was r-runnin' low an' peaceful, an' th' babby have sthopped cryin'. "He had been settin' on a stool, but he come over to me. 'Th' storm, says I, 'is over.
A bullet knocked Casey's pipe out of his mouth, as he wus runnin', an' b'gorra, Casey sthopped fer it an' wus all shot up." "Is he dead?" inquired Neale. "Not yit. No bullets can't kill Casey." "Was his pipe a short, black one?" "It wus thot." "And did Casey have it everlastingly in his mouth?" "He shlept in it."
"The crowd seen somethin' amiss, an' went quiet, starin' an' nudgin'.... Gineral, dom' me if the gurl's face didn't blaze. I niver seen the loike. An' she sthepped an' come straight fer Lee. An' whin she sthopped she wuz close enough to touch him. Her eyes wor great burnin' holes an' her face shone somethin' wonderful. "Lee put up a shakin' hand.
"An' Lee went closer to where the gurl was waitin'. His party follered an' I follered too.... Jest whin the moosic sthopped an' the gurl looked up thin she seen Lee. Roight out he sthepped away from the crowd. He wuz whiter 'n a ghost. An' the gurl she seemed paralyzed. Sthrange it wor to see how she an' him looked alike thin.
And the bairns that romped by Tullagh Burn Whin they saw me sthopped their play Through a mist av tears I tried to turn And ghost-like creep away! And I'll niver go home again! Home to the ould lost years, Home where the soft warm rain Drifts loike the drip av tears! * Vol. XXIII October 1910 No. 4 By
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