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"One day, one beautiful day, when the flowers were like love to the eye, and the larks singin' overhead, and my thoughts goin' with them as they swam until they were lost in the sky, and every one of them a prayer for the lad livin' yet, as I hoped, somewhere in God's universe there rode a gentleman down Farcalladen Rise.
Here the priest interposed: "What is the name of the man in Pipi Valley to whom you are going?" And the girl replied: "Ah, father, have I not told you? It is Shon McGann of Farcalladen Rise." At this, Father Corraine seemed suddenly troubled, and he looked strangely and sadly at her.
"One day, one beautiful day, when the flowers were like love to the eye, and the larks singin' overhead, and my thoughts goin' with them as they swam until they were lost in the sky, and every one of them a prayer for the lad livin' yet, as I hoped, somewhere in God's universe there rode a gentleman down Farcalladen Rise.
The Honourable was making his way down, his brain haunted by the words, "He'll never go back to Farcalladen more." But Jo was right. For Shon McGann was alive.
And we parted one day, I carryin' the song that he wrote for me of Farcalladen Rise, and the memory of him; and him givin' me the word,'I'll not forget you, Shon, me boy, whatever comes; remember that. And a short pull of the Three-Star together for the partin' salute, says he.
One night at Farcalladen Rise there was a crack of arms and a clatter of fleeing hoofs, and he that I loved came to me and said a quick word of partin', and with a kiss it's burnin' on my lips yet askin' pardon, father, for speech of this to you and he was gone, an outlaw, to Australia. For a time word came from him.
"'Gone home to Heaven together, said I, 'one day and one hour, and a prayer on their lips for the lad; and I closin' their eyes at the last. And before they went they made me sit by them and sing a song that's common here with us; for manny and manny of the strength and pride of Farcalladen Rise have sailed the wide seas north and south, and otherwhere, and comin' back maybe and maybe not.
"Sing us 'Avec les Braves Sauvages, Pierre," said Jo Gordineer. But Pierre waved his fingers towards Shon: "Shon, his song he did not finish on the glacier. It is good we hear all. 'Hein?" And so Shon sang: "Oh it's down the long side of Farcalladen Rise." The sleeper on the pine branches stirred nervously, as if the song were coming through a dream to him.
Here the priest interposed: "What is the name of the man in Pipi Valley to whom you are going?" And the girl replied: "Ah, father, have I not told you? It is Shon McGann of Farcalladen Rise." At this, Father Corraine seemed suddenly troubled, and he looked strangely and sadly at her.
"'A year ago! said I, sadly. "'I'm ashamed that I've been so long in comin' here, replied he; 'but, of course, he didn't know that you were alive, and I had been parted from a lady for years a lover's quarrel and I had to choose between courtin' her again and marryin' her, or comin' to Farcalladen Rise at once. Well, I went to the altar first.
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