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Updated: June 22, 2025
"Saints alive! but can't ye set down!" she exclaimed. "I wants to talk wid ye, b'ys. Tell me this where bes t'e rest o' the poor folk from the wrack?" "She bes the only livin' soul we found, Granny," replied the skipper. "She was lashed in the foremast an' t'other spars was all over the side. We found a poor dead body in one o' the cabins drownded to death an' not so much as another corpse.
"And it's proud I am to be havin' all sorts of b'ys in my family, barrin' bad wans," she continued.
Lack of steam pressure alone saved them. Murphy, staring ahead into the beam of the headlight, suddenly grabbed a lever in either hand, yelling a warning: "Hang on, b'ys!" The wheels scraped the rails. Mahon unsupported, fell against the fireplace but rolled clear without injury. There was a sickening thump, and the engine sagged forward and stopped abruptly.
An' neither would ye be able to sell 'em even if ye could freight 'em! Stand true to Black Dennis Nolan, b'ys, an' ye'll all be fat an' rich as marchants, wid never the need to wet a line at the fishin'." Dick Lynch had gone away drunk; but not so drunk as to have forgotten to take food and a blanket with him, and to stow away on his person his share of the gold from the Durham Castle.
She's a woman, through and through, if ever thar was one." "She is," ejaculated Keith, looking meditatively at the stove. "But come, laddie," said Pete, suddenly rising to his feet, "it's time ye was in bed. Ye'll need a good rest afore the b'ys come to church." "What! a service?" asked Keith eagerly. "Will the men come? And do you think they will care for it?"
But it's 'like masther, like mon. The b'ys all know that Misther Winton don't care a damn; and they'll not be hurtin' thimselves wid the wurrk." And the Rajah?
He begged Peter to come down the opening night, and help to "celebrate the event." "Thank you," said Peter, "but I don't think I will." "Shure," said Dennis, "yez needn't be afraid it won't be orderly. It's myself can do the hittin', an' the b'ys know it."
'P'raps you was a-goin' to say as it was what he was made for, purpose-like! observed Binks ironically. 'Well, maybe so! And, maybe also, who can tell, it's what the Lord has made you for likewise, Muster Alick. Time may come as you'll be tramping every day, wet or dry, to teach ongrateful, onruly b'ys according to their station.
But Sergeant- Major Kilpatrick a bit of a liar was the Sergeant-Major says he: 'It was tin ye killed, Kilquhanity. He says that to me the noight that I left the rigimint for ever, and all the b'ys shtandin' round and liftin' lasses an' saying, 'Kilquhanity! Kilquhanity! Kilquhanity! as if it was sugar and honey in their mouths. Aw, the sound of it!
Disliking to interfere with their only amusement, I let them know that I did not dislike to see them playing cards. At this they were very pleased, saying, "Sure, it's no harrum; it's not gambling we are; divil a cint have we to win or lose." One day I stopped to look on a moment at a game of euchre. Said he, "Sure, ma'am, it's bating the b'ys intirely, I am."
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