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'The Lord bless ye, my leddy, the holy angels keep ye, the blessed Vargin and all the saints 'Oh, hush! hush! exclaims the good woman, highly shocked. 'Help the poor girl, and come with me. The woman went towards the girl, and trying to assist her to rise, said, 'Now, Gladys, asthore! An' shure, my leddy, she's a thrue Welsh name. I'll help ye, my darlin', there!
'Can't see that you kin; you two fellers have done me a good turn in gittin' me ashore, so jist leave me yere, and it don't make no difference about me one way or t'other, Ef I hear 'em comin' I'll jist roll into the water and go under in that style. 'May the Howly Vargin niver smile upon us if we dissart you in this extremity, was the reply of the fervent-hearted Irishman.
"I'm not engaged to any young man, I solemnly do swear, For I mane to be a vargin and still the laurels wear." Unconsciously their hands touched and their fingers intertwined. "It will break his heart," he muttered. She only grasped his hand the closer, and crouched beside him.
"There was no time for axin', mother 't was done in a hurry, and I can't help it, so give us your blessing at once." "Tell me who is she, before I give you my blessin'?" "Shan More's sister, ma'am." "Yis, ma'am." "Oh, wirrasthru! plillelew! millia murther!" shouted the mother, tearing her cap off her head, "Oh blessed Vargin, holy St. Dominick, Pether an' Paul the 'possel, what'll I do?
The moguls were high and short and jerky, and they tossed a man around like a rat in a corn-popper. One day, as I was chasing time over our worst division, holding on to the arm-rest and watching to see if the main frame touched the driving-boxes as she rolled, Dennis Rafferty punched me in the small of the back, and said: "Jahn, for the love ave the Vargin, lave up on her a minit.
'HOWLY vargin! what is that? exclaimed Mickey McSquizzle, with something like horrified amazement. 'By the Jumping Jehosiphat, naow if that don't, beat all natur'! 'It's the divil, broke loose, wid full steam on! There was good cause for these exclamations upon the part of the Yankee and Irishman, as they stood on the margin of Wolf Ravine, and gazed off over the prairie.
"Askin' yer pardon, sir, I did," began the man, unsteadily, and evidently struggling with the fumes of the liquor he had been drinking; but before he could speak again, Mrs. Clancy's shrieks rang out on the still air: "Oh, for the love of God, howld him, some o' ye's! He'll kill him! He's mad, I say! Shure 'tis I that know him best. Oh, blessed Vargin, save us!
Oonah and his mother stood gazing at his antics in trembling amazement, till at last the old woman exclaimed, "Holy Vargin! he's gone mad!" whereupon she and her niece set up a violent screaming, which called Andy back to his propriety, and, as well as his excitement would permit, he told them the cause of his extravagant joy.
Ah! my dear, the very first snuff he got ov it, he cried out, the dear man, "Blessed Vargin, but it has the divine smell!" and crossed himself and the bottle half a dozen times running.
After a while we heard the waggon moving along directly in front of us. The road had angled as well as the bear's trail, and the two were again converging. Just at that moment a loud shouting came from the direction of the waggon. It was Lanty's voice, and Jake's too. "Och! be the Vargin mother! luck there! Awch, mother o' Moses, Jake, such a haste!" "Golly, Massa Lanty, it am a bar!"
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