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Updated: June 22, 2025
I'm bitten in siventane different places intoirely! Wurra! wurra! Musha! musha! Th' bed is full av crawling crathers!" "Cendibedes!" howled Hans. "Cintipades!" shrieked Barney. Out of the beds they scrambled in hot haste, and to each one six or eight of the crawfish were clinging. "Wao-w!" roared Hans. "Whoop!" bellowed Barney. "I peen kilt alretty yet!" shrieked the Dutch boy.
As he told how Silence had sneered and mocked, the young Irishman began to grow warm. "It's roight Frankie is about betting," said Mulloy; "but divvil a bit different could Oi have done mesilf, Ephraim. It's wake and feeble crathers we are. Gallup, me bhoy, Oi'm your side parthner. We're going to do our bist to win thot game to-morrow.
We must find out 'what the crathers want, be they plants, stock, or that most difficult subject of all, the human crather. He succeeds best who does this in season, and not out of season." "You are right, doctor," said Leonard, laughing. "I agree with what you say about the varied diet of poultry in general, and also in particular, and I conform my practice to your views.
'But 'tis too late to do annything with me. An' I don't care. It may hurt me in th' eyes iv me fellow counthrymen, but look at th' fun I get out iv it. I wudden't thrade th' injanyous wicked people an' th' saints that I see f'r all th' poor, dull, half-an'-half crathers that ye find in th' wurruld, says he. "An' there ye ar-re.
"Shure you are the only one of the crathers he ever made who can love poor John Monaghan. Brothers and sisters I have none I stand alone in the wurld, and your bonny wee face is the sweetest thing it contains for me. Och, jewil! I could lay down my life for you, and be proud to do that same." Though careless and reckless about everything that concerned himself, John was honest and true.
"Now by the powers!" quoth John, kindling into wrath, "that is adding a big lie to a dirthy petty larceny. I take your flax, you ould villain! Shure I know that flax is grown to make linen wid, not to feed oxen. God Almighty has given the crathers a good warm coat of their own; they neither require shifts nor shirts." "I saw you take it, you ragged Irish vagabond, with my own eyes."
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