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Updated: May 26, 2025
The drivers laid on with stout ash-plants, sparing no exertion to create the donkey's enthusiasm. Prices ruled low. "'Tis not afther sellin' thim I am," said a peasant who had got rid of his pigs, "'tis bestowin' thim I was, the craythurs. The counthry is ruinated intirely, an' so it is.
It's like goats they are, climbin' here and runnin' there; an' if I had them here, in my hand, maybe I wouldn't give them a hiding all round." "May the Lord forgive you, Nell! the childhers gone. They're took, and not a soul near us, and Father Tom three miles away! And what'll I do, or who's to help us this night? Oh, wirristhru, wirristhru! The craythurs is gone!"
Tell the truth, now, for I am not the man to turn informer agin misfortunate craythurs like yourselves." "My name is Tyers. I passed this way, you may remember, not very long ago." "What! Mr. Tyers, the commissioner? Sure I didn't know you from Adam. So ye never went to Gippsland at all?"
Norah had unbolted the door, and was standing with the musket in her hand. "Take away the gun, Norah, and put the big billy on the fire, and we'll give 'em something warm. The craythurs are starving. I suppose they are runaway prisoners, and small blame to 'em for that same, but we can't let 'em die of hunger."
He looked at the men, and soon guessed what was the matter with them; he had often seen their complaint in Ireland. "Poor craythurs," he said, "it's hungry ye are, and hunger's a killing disorder. Stop ating they pays to wonst, or they'll kill ye, and come into the house, and we'll give ye something better." The men muttered, but kept snatching off the peas.
"Will I bar the doore, mother?" asked Nell. "Ay, do didn't I lose enough, this night, without lavin' the doore open, for more o' yez to go; but first take an' sprinkle a dust o' the holy waters over ye, acuishla, and bring it here till I throw a taste iv it over myself and the craythurs; an' I wondher, Nell, you'd forget to do the like yourself, lettin' the craythurs out so near nightfall.
Likely he had heard the cocks crowing at your place before daylight, and was making for the sound, only that the light beat him, and he gave it best five minutes too soon." "Ah! we're poor, helpless craythurs, Tammas! But A s'pose A betther see Misther Spanker at wanst?" "No," I replied; "you stay and do what you can. I'll ride back, and see Mr. Spanker.
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