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What right has he, one of our own purswadjion as he is to hould out against us the way he does? Sure he's as rich as a Sassenach, an' may hell resave the farden he'll subscribe towards our gettin' arms or ammunition, or towards defindin' us when we're brought to thrial. So hell's delight wid the dirty Bodagh, says myself for wan."
Its aginst their oath, I'm tould, as Ribbonmen, to prosecute one another; an' from hints I resaved, I'm afraid they can't do it, as I said, barrin' at the risk o' their lives." "Father," said John, "as far as I have heard, he speaks nothing but truth." "I believe he does not," rejoined the Bodagh, "an', by my sowl, I'll be bound he's an honest man upon my credit, I think you are, M'Cormick."
"Come, come," said Connor, good humoredly, "he was out coortin', and doesn't wish to be known; and Phil, as you had the luck to meet me, I beg you, for Heaven's sake, not to breathe that you seen me near Bodagh Buie's to-night; I have various reasons for it." "It's no secret to me as it is," replied Curtis; "half the parish knows it; so make your mind asy on that head. Good night, Connor!
Ay, ar'n't you the cream of a dirty, black bodagh, for to go to attack the poor boy only for speaking to a dacent and a purty girl that hasn't a stain upon her name, or upon the name of one of her seed, breed, or generation, you miserly nager.
"I know, sir, it's a bad business," said Nogher, "but it can't be helped now; no man's safe that won't join it." "Faith, and I won't for one," replied the Bodagh, "not but that they sent many a threat to me. Anything against the laws o' the counthry is bad, and never ends but in harm to them that's consamed in it."
"He's gone on a message for me," replied Connor, with the utmost frankness. "But that's a bad way for him to mind his business," said the father. "I'll have the task that you set both of us finished," replied the son, "so that you'll lose nothin' by his absence, at all events." "It's wrong, Connor, it's wrong; where did you sind him to?" "To Bodagh Buie's wid a letter to Una."
Bodagh Buie an' his wife will never consent to allow her to marry me, I can tell you; an' if she marries me without their consent, you both know I have no way of supportin' her, except you, father, assist me." "That won't be needful, Connor; you may manage them; they won't see her want; she's an only daughter; they couldn't see her want."
"They have no bowels, Connor they have no bowels, thim O'Briens." "Then you didn't succeed." "The father's as great a bodagh as him he was called after they're a bad pack an' you mustn't think of any one belongin'to them." "But tell us, man dear," said the wife, "what passed let us know it all." "Why, they would do nothin' they wouldn't hear of it.
Bodagh, you have no nather in you no bowels for your colleen dahs. But I'll spake for her I'll argue wid you till this time to-morrow, or I'll make you show feelin' to her an' if you don't if you don't " "Wid the help o' God, the man's as mad as a March hare," observed Mrs. O'Brien, "and there's no use in losin' breath wid him." "If it's not insanity," said John, "I know not what it is."
Out we went, to the winds an' skies of heaven, bekase the rich bodagh made intherest aginst us. I tould him whin he chated me out o' my fifteen goolden guineas, that his masther, the landlord, should hear of it; but I could never get next or near to him, to make my complaint. Eh? A snug birth!
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