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Updated: May 21, 2025
In athletic exercises that required strength and skill he never had a rival, but one with whom the reader will soon be made acquainted. He was wrapped loosely in a gray frieze big-coat, or cothamore, as it is called in Irish wore a hat of two colors, and so pliant in texture that he could at any time turn it inside out.
He threw his Cothamore several times over his shoulders, as he had been in the habit of doing when about to proceed after breakfast to his usual avocations, and as often laid it aside, without being at all conscious of what he did. His limbs appeared to get feeble, and his hands trembled as if he labored under palsy.
In his present position, however, all he could do was to stand on his guard; and with this impression strong upon him he resolved to put no confidence in the words of the Rapparee. Folliard's saddle for such was his name with the skirt of his cothamore, and removed the hoar frost or rime which had gathered on it, he brought the animal over to him, and said, with a kind of rude courtesy,
"Connor, avich machree," added the father, "you're lost! My hand to you, if he's worth three hapuns; sthrip an' throw my Cothamore about you, an' draw in to the fire; you're fairly lost." "I'm worth two lost people yet," said Connor, smiling; "mother, did you ever see a pleasanter night?" "Pleasant, Connor, darlin'! Oh thin it's you may say so, I'm sure!"
At length a singular transition from this state of mind became apparent; a gleam of wild exultation shot from his eye; his sallow and blasted features brightened; the Cothamore was buttoned under his chin with a rapid energy of manner evidently arising from the removal of some secret apprehension.
To this the countryman prepared to reply, first, by two or three additional shrugs; secondly, by raising his right elbow, and pulling up all that remained of the collar of his tattered cothamore, or great coat, after which he gave a hem. "Have you no tongue, my good fellow?" A shrug "hem why, sir, but that was a great sarmon you praiched on last Sunda', plaise you honor.
You wor born to waste and extravagance, Honor, an' there's no curin' you. What is it you want? an' let me go about my business." "Throw that ould threadbare Cothamore off o' you," replied Honor, "and beg of God to give you grace to sit down, an' have common feeling and common sense." "If it's money to get cloes either for yourself or Connor, there's no use in it.
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