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Only an occasional vernacular ejaculation, such as 'Oh, wirra! wirra! or, 'Och hone, mavrone! betokened the smouldering remains of emotion in the frieze coats and gaudy shawls assembled for'ard: the wisest of the party were arranging their goods and chattels 'tween-decks, where they must encamp for a month or more; but the majority, with truly Celtic improvidence, will wait till they are turned down at nightfall, and have a general scramble in the dusk.
"But they'd be burnt alive!" he objected, wildly. "They ought to be," snarled the scaler; "it ain't their fault I'm here to help them. 'Tis their own deed that I'm now lyin' beyant there in th' forest, unable to help myself. Do you understand? I'm yet out there in th' woods!" "Ah, wirra, wirra!" wailed the cook, wringing his hands. "Th' poor lads!" He began to weep.
"Old Jimmy," their Colonel, had galloped down at them and once along their front; then the command, forming fours from the right front, moved off at a trot through the mud in long procession. "Didn't I know it?" said Kennedy; "it's escortin' the doughboys' prisoners, that's all we're good for this outrageous day. Oh, wirra, wirrasthru! Police duty! and this calls itself a cavalry rigiment.
"Oh, mother of mercy! So far from his home and his people, and so young to die in a strange land There it is again." Here he appeared listening to some sounds from without. "Oh, wirra, wirra, I know it well! the winding-sheet, the winding-sheet! There it is; my own eyes saw it!"
"Is it for this I left my cabin? To be broken in bits on the track like a piece of old crockery! Wirra, wirra, why did I ever let myself be persuaded at all? Ochanee, but it is Himself has the soothering tongue in his mouth to coax his old Mother away for to destroy her entirely!"
"Pete Hillary, I make for you This lonesome, sad complaint. Alive you wa'nt no use, 'tis true, And dead you prob'ly ain't. "Pete Hillary, Pete Hillary, I don't know where you are. Here's luck to you, Pete Hillary, Beyond the harbour bar." Just then Irish came running up the path, and climbed the ladder on deck, and he cried: "It's a warrant for ye, Kid I Run! Oh, wirra! What did ye do it for?"
"Oh, wirra, wirra!" said Andy. "Aren't you my wife? Why did you marry me?" "Did I want owld Jack Dwyer to murther me as soon as the people's backs was turned?" said Matty. "But though I'm afraid of him, I'm not afraid of you!" "Och!" cried poor Andy, "what'll be the end of it?" There was a tap at the door as he spoke, and Matty ran and opened it.
"I don't know if it's true or not, but the tale is that he was brought here a slave, and that it would take a hundred pounds to buy his freedom. One day, when he was minding the sheep on the hills, he found a lump of silver, and he met a Tinker and asked him the value of it. "`Wirra, says the Tinker, `'tis naught but a bit of solder.
"Is it dhraming I've been?" continued the awakened one. "Where am I at all, at all? O musha! sure, here I am. O wirra! wirra! I dreamt I'd gone aslape on the main-hatch and the ship was blown up with powther, and it's all come true." "What is it, honey?" "Where are we now?" "Sure, we're afloat on the say, acushla; where else would we be?" "Where's uncle?"
"Wirra, wirra!" he cried, and begged for mercy; but they raised a devastating shindy, and gave the stone a trundle. Down the turf it rolled and rolled, and then whoo! leaped over the edge of the fall into space and down down till it smote the waters far below, and knocked a mighty hole in them, and went under For three seconds only.
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