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But one could not help pitying them, when one thought how their more fortunate companions with their uncramped roots were exploring underground passages and enjoying all the freedom and moisture of the rich soil. "During the fall and winter we are very busy in a different way," said Thomas Devoy, as he displayed his treasures.
"Colonel Barclay had married at the time when he was a sergeant, and his wife, whose maiden name was Miss Nancy Devoy, was the daughter of a former color-sergeant in the same corps. They appear, however, to have quickly adapted themselves, and Mrs. Barclay has always, I understand, been as popular with the ladies of the regiment as her husband was with his brother officers.
When the boys turned their backs on Waddy the expedition carried with it vegetables enough to bribe all the goats in the province. The garden of Michael Devoy was a waste place, desolation brooded over the carrot beds of the Canns and the Sloans, and Mrs. Ben Steven's cabbage-patch lay in ruins.
Look peaceable, an' frindly, an' lovin', if it's in yez so to do. Moran, ye sulky haythen, wud ye be hangin' the lot av us? Shmile 'r I'll black the other oye of ye! Shmile, ye hi-potomus! At this instant the line of troopers rode in between the parties, with a clattering of scabbard and chain. The sergeant drew his foaming bay up sharp and confronted Devoy.
Devoy mounted a larger rock and commenced a scathing harangue; but a sod thrown by an invader took him in the mouth and toppled him over backwards, so that he arose gasping and spitting and clawing dirt out of his beard, and made a rush for his enemy, mad for battle; friends grappled with him and held him back, and he could only shriek defiance and rash challenges as the two parties moved along the quarries towards the log barricade.
Perceiving their opponents reluctant to charge, Peterson's command presently developed a fine flow of sarcasm. 'Won't ye stip over, ye mud-gropers? cried Devoy. 'It's a nice little riciption we've arranged for yez. 'Who stole the goats? retorted the enemy. 'Sure, is it the bits of goats, then?
The miners grinned, the troopers giggled, and the sergeant began to feel huffy. ''Tention! he cried. 'Who won this precious game? Devoy pinched hi chin tenderly and grimaced. It was hard to abandon the glory of a well-won battle, but there was no option. 'It was a dthraw, he said manfully. 'And what were you playing for? 'Playin' for?
Ye might come an' take them if ye won't be stayin' all day there dishcussin' polemics. Devoy was understood to be a man of learning and unequalled in argument. 'Kidnappers an' goat-stealers! yelled the foe. Devoy posed on a rock in an oratorical attitude. 'Ye came suspectin' t' have a foine aisy time the mornin', he said.
Sure, ye can lick him wid one hand, dear, pleaded Danny. 'Yer dir-rty goats have ate me gar-rden, sor. D'ye moind me now? It's ruined me gar-rden is on me, said Devoy aggressively. 'Hit him, daddy, screamed Danny. Devoy accepted the advice and struck the first blow.
It was in the "Jack"-house that I one morning found Thomas Devoy, the gardener, at work with his great oddly-shaped shears or scissors, and detained him long enough to make a little sketch of him among his flowers; and while I worked with pencils and paper he told me divers anecdotes of the twenty-eight years he had spent in Professor Morse's service.
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