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Updated: June 22, 2025
"I can't say any more, but I'll tell the b'ys, an' they'll thank ye." When Keith returned to the Radhurst cabin he met Constance just outside the door. "Oh, I am so glad you have come back!" she said. "Pete is awake and calling for you." "How long did he sleep?" questioned Keith. "Only a short time after you left. I am afraid he is failing fast."
"Jist loike your father, you are, Pat. He wasn't niver afraid of tryin' nothin', an' siven b'ys takes cookin'. An' to hear you say you'll do it, whin I've larnt you, of course, aises me moind wonderful. There's some as wouldn't do it, Pat. I'm jist tellin' you this to let you know you're better than most." And she smiled upon him lovingly.
'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.
"Davy, dear, come here an' tell the b'ys am I a liar." "Davy's monstrous cute," said Bill Cowan; "I reckon he knows as well as me the Colonel hain't a-goin' to do no such tomfool thing as leave." "He is," I cried, for the benefit of some others, "he's fair sick of grumblers that haven't got the grit to stand by him in trouble." "By the Lord!" said Bill Cowan, "and I'll not blame him."
They tells me potaties has taken a start, too; and, as all the b'ys of all the young gentlemen in the fleet is out, like so many wild locusts of Hegypt, I expects nothing better than as our mess will fare as bad as sogers on a retreat." In the hall, Tom Wychecombe, and his namesake, the lieutenant, met the party. From the formal despondency of the first, every thing they apprehended was confirmed.
He came out, an' he says: 'B'ys, it's hot in there, but, if you don't mind a bit av a burn, we can get the poor fellows out. Will yez try? 'Yes! we shouted. So he explained how we could push cars widout touchin' them. 'Fall in, says he. 'Fix bayonets. First file to the right av the cars, second rank to the left.
It was a living wall, and through little chinks in its quivering face he could see specks of blue close up where raced Lauzanne. "Poor gurl!" he gasped, "they've got her in a pocket. Damn them b'ys. Why did she hug the rail she's fair t'rowed away the last chance."
Pat's face expressed surprise. Did his mother want him to drive cows in addition to his other work? "Now all these cows. Pat," continued his mother impressively, "belongs wan cow at a house. I don't know but wan house where they kapes more, and their own b'ys does the drivin', and that wouldn't do us no good.
Thompson. Could you come to me to-morrow, Mrs. O'Callaghan? It will be a day of sweeping and general cleaning," she concluded. The widow's countenance began to brighten. She saw her way out of the difficulty that had been puzzling her. "I can't come mesilf," she answered politely, "for what with my sivin b'ys I've my own work that can't be neglected. But my son, Pat, will do it for you.
Sure and b'ys has their feelin's loike the rest of the world. Spake to 'em by their lone silves when you've aught to say to 'em. There's niver a man of 'em all, not even Gineral Brady himsilf, would loike bein' bawled at in a crowd about somethin' that needed thinkin' over. And Gineral Brady's the foine man, too.
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