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"I know that," said Mogue; "still an' all, the nerra foot I'd brought him to his house, only we stumbled on it out o' the mist, by mere accident, an' by coorse it was the next to us. Goodness' sake, Jerry, carry these things home for me, will you? I'm not able to mark the ground do, avick, an' I'll offer up a pathran avy for you before I lay down my head this night, tired as I am."
"Connor, avick," said he, "Connor, sure you'll not blame me in this business? sure you won't blame your poor, heart broken father, let thim say what they will, sure you won't, avilish?" "Don't fret on my account, father," said the sonj "why should I blame you? God knows you're strivin' to do what you would wish for me."
"Why, jist, Tim," replied Phaddhy, with his usual shrewdness, "to tache his Reverence himself to practise truth a little; if he didn't know that I got the stockin' of guineas and the Linaskey farm by my brother Barney's death, do ye think that he'd notish me at all at all? not himself, avick; an' maybe he won't be afther comin' round to me for a sack of my best oats,* instead of the bushel I used to give him, and houldin' a couple of stations wid me every year."
It was out o' kindness we did it: don't be cast down aither; sure it isn't the ocean you're crossin'; but goin' from one county like to another. God 'll guard an' take care o' you, so he will. Your intintion's good, an' he'll prosper it." "He will, avick," said the farmer himself "he will. Cheer up, my good boy!
Sure, all 'ill be right now that we've got back the money. Eh? Ha, ha, ha, it's great luck, Connor, isn't it great? An' you'll have it, you an' Una, afther my death for I won't starve for e'er a one o' yees." "Father, father, I wish you would rest." "Well, I will, avick, I will bring me to bed you'll sleep in your own bed to-night.
"On her way home to her solitary hearth, Katty saw ahead of her the hapless Lanty, and hastened to overtake him. "'Lanty, avick," said she, sweetly, 'what were you saying there beyant, a while agone? "'What I'm not likely to say again. I'm not fond of such ansthers as ye gev me; an' if ye don't know when you're well off
"The poor girl hasn't a day's pace in regard of him; but, plase goodness, I'll soon put an end to it, for I'll marry her durin' the Hollydays." "Go, avick, an' let me finish my Pudheran Partha: I have to get through it before the Midnight Mass comes. Slip down, and find out what he was doin'; and when you come back, let me know."
The latter obeyed with alacrity, and stooping he picked up the fallen gun. He had an inkling of what was coming. "Ah-hh!" Slavin gloated gutterally, as he whirled his victim giddily around and brought the man up facing him with a violent jerk "Windy Moran, avick!" softly and cruelly "me wud-be cock av a wan-harse dump! me wud-be 'bad-man'! . . . Oh, yes!
"Sure his hopes out o' you, an' his love for you will keep him up; an' you dunna but God may give him a blessin' too, avick." "Mix another sup o'that for him," said the fanner: "he's low spirited, an' it's too strong to give him any more of it as it is. Childhre, where's the masther from us eh?
As he spoke, he clapped his thumb in his mouth, which he always did when he wanted to prophesy, or to know anything that happened in his absence; and the wife asked him what he did it for. "He's coming," said Fin; "I see him below Dungannon." "Thank goodness, dear! an' who is it, avick? Glory be to God!" "That baste, Cucullin," replied Fin; "and how to manage I don't know.
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