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Begobs, b'ys, it's proud av him we should be this day. Didn't he swear strong an' fine like? Howly hivens! it's a delight to hear damn said like that." For some reason that "swear-word" pleased New York and the country generally, showing that even an oath has its purpose in this world, so long as it is properly used. Dean Swift said a lie "was too good to be lavished about." So it is of profanity.
But how about the men?" he suddenly asked, wishing to change the subject, which was becoming most painful. "What, the b'ys down yon?" "Yes." "In a bad way. Nothin' left." "And they've no food?" "Not a scrap." "Well, look here, Mr. Burke. There's the school room which the men can use until they get new cabins built.
"Well, you know, b'ys, there's things as fathers and mothers can understand an' talk about, as no b'y's fit to see to the end on, an' so they better go to sleep, an' wait till their turn comes to be fathers an' mothers theirselves. Go to sleep direc'ly, or I'll break every bone in your bodies!"
"If ye care to sail agin' that wind, an' gnaw on that bone, I'd not be sayin' you no." "Will to-night do at sunset?" said Wiley. "Bedad, then, me b'ys, sunset'll do an' not more than two at a time," he added softly, all the roar gone from his throat. Then he went out, followed by Pierre. Hatchett and Wiley looked at each other and laughed a little confusedly. "What's that he said?" muttered Wiley.
'Faith, an' by the Liffey I wish I was this moment' Liffey's in ould Ireland, Frenchies! 'But, Kilquhanity, says he, 'faith, an' it's the Liffey we'll never see again, an' put that in yer pipe an' smoke it! And thrue for him. "But that night, aw that night! Ivery bone in me body was achin', and shure me heart was achin' too, for the poor b'ys that were fightin' hard an' gettin' little for it.
'You be a plaguey pair, you b'ys! was the unfailing greeting of Binks, when he encountered Geoff and Alick Carnegy. 'Come, you shut up, Binks! You surely would not have us a couple of mincing girls peacocking round in this fashion, would you now? And the captain's boys affectedly pirouetted up and down on the shingle below the low wall of the Vicarage garden, laughing boisterously the while.
"Let it be one of the b'ys!" cried Sullivan, a Tarbert man, glancing at the same time significantly at O'Brien. "It is my opinion," the captain went on, "that it will be a good deed for one of us to die for the rest." "A good deed! A good deed!" the men interjected. "And it is my opinion that 'tis best for one of the boys to die.
He thought Paul's brain had been injured by concussion with the rocks and a pitying expression came over his face as he said: "Well, me poor fellow, 'ts no matther where ye're frum. It's me duty to help ye and yure mates an' if ye'll only tell me phere they air Oi'll collect the b'ys an' have thim out. Now tell me as calmly as ye can, how many is drohwned besides yureself?"
His mother sighed. "I should hope you wouldn't, Jim," she said. "'Tisn't gintlemanly to be lickin' any wan with your fist." "And what would I be lickin' 'em with?" inquired Jim wonderingly. "You're not to be lickin' 'em at all. Hear to me now, Jim, and don't be the only wan of your father's b'ys I'll have to punish. Wait till you get to your West P'int, and larn when and where to foight.
An' there ain't no luck! I'stead o' gitting more we git less, an' that wi' harder work, as is a wearin' out me an' the b'ys; an' " Here he was interrupted by a cry from the bed. It was the voice of little Moxy, the Sarpint o' the Prairies. "I ain't wore out, father! I'm good for another go." "I ain't neither, gov'nor. I got a lot more work in me!" "No, nor me," cried the third. "I likes London.
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