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Recruities sometime cry, an' sometime they don't know fwhat they do, an' sometime they are all for cuttin' throats an' such like dirtiness; but some men get heavy-dead-dhrunk on the fightin'. This man was. He was staggerin', an' his eyes were half shut, an' we cud hear him dhraw breath twinty yards away. He sees the little orf'cer bhoy, an' comes up, talkin' thick an' drowsy to himsilf.
Begorra, I'm thinkin' the ould gintleman'd be scandalized could he know where his darlin' bhoy is this minute here, wait a minute Daniel, ye gossoon. Maybe, 'tis for this I've been sint to watch the lad an' not for to protect him. If it is, faith 'tis a job I'm not wishful for, shpyin' on me own boss." He pondered the matter. Then: "Well, sorra wan o' me knows.
"'Twas this way, sorr, but it's a long yarn, and ye don't nade more than the p'ints av it. When I was priest's bhoy in Tipperary, me and Mike Sullivan had atween us what you gents call a vendeny, and coming out av church 'twas Sunday mornin' five year ago I met Mike, an' he puts coals av fire on me head.
"Thare's too many did dogs an' cats an' other poor bastesesses in it for that, me bhoy; but, faix, ye jist wait till we gits into blue wather an' out av soundin's, it'll be a real trayte for ye to taste it thin."
Upon O'Flynn's first draught he turned to his next neighbour: "Potts, me bhoy, 'tain't s' bad." "I'll bet five dollars it won't make yer any happier." "Begob, I'm happy enough! Gentlemen, wud ye like I should sing ye a song?" "Yes." "Yes," and the Colonel thumped the table for order, infinitely relieved that the dinner was done, and the punch not likely to turn into a casus belli.
And what'sh the result? My bhoy, the result is sentiment, a yellow thing with blue spots, like a fungus or a Stilton cheese. Go to the theatre, and see one of these things they call plays. Tell me, are they food for men and women? Why, they're pap for babes and shop-boys! I was a blanky actor moyself!"
Murphy was sixty himself the age that appreciates, and secretly envies, the virility of youth. Carson was complimenting Trevison on his descent of the wall of the cut. "You're a daisy rider, me bhoy!" "Nigger's a clever horse," smiled Trevison. Murphy was pleased that he was giving the animal the credit. "Nigger's well trained. He's wiser than some men. Tricky, too."
At night I jist say, 'Thank ye, Father! In th' mornin' I say 'Morra, Father, how's all up aroun' th' throne this mornin'?" "An' does He spake t' ye back?" "Ov coorse, d'ye think He's got worse manners nor me? He says, 'Hello, Willie, says He. 'How's it wi' ye this fine mornin'? 'Purty fine, Father, purty fine, says I. But tell me, bhoy, was there a girl aroun' whin that feelin' struck ye?"
In fwhat fashion he puts th' wind up 'him, I do not know; they will not talk, out av pure kindness av heart an' rispict for meself, I guess. But a few days here, an' bingo! they apply for thransfer. Now ye know ivrythin', bhoy fwhat I am up against, an' fwhy I will not 'can' Yorkey. Ye've a face that begets thrust do not bethray ut, but thry an' hilp me.
He cut Peg Barney as near as might be on the oi that I'd squshed whin we first met. Peg wint spinnin' acrost the tent. "'Peg him out, sorr, sez I, in a whishper. "'Peg him out! sez me orf'cer bhoy, up loud, just as if 'twas battalion-p'rade an' he pickin' his wurrds from the Sargint.
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