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But soon came the money for the rest; and much as we feared the deep wathers, the hoonger still pressed on us, and the sickness was every day striking down the stoutest, and so we all left Ireland but Bessie." "Did you like the passage across from Ireland?" "No, indade." "Were you sea-sick?" "No, miss. But we came in the steerage; and a crowded, dirthy place it was.
I remained under the tarp, and as Creed was going my way I let him do the driving. While he put up the team I slipped out the back way, and here I am." "Th' dirthy, murdherin' hound!" exclaimed the old man, chuckling and weaving his body from side to side in evident enjoyment of the tale. "An' phwat'll ye do wid um now ye're here?"
O'mie would always grin at this saying and reply that, "by the nixt day noon follerin' that, the rascally gover'mint at Washin'ton would come along an' kick him out into the rid san', claimin' that that particular oasis was an Injun riservation, specially craayted by Providence fur the dirthy Osages, the bastes!" O'mie hated the Indians, but he was a friend to all the rest of mankind.
"Take Neale O'Neil to a dirthy circus-show and make him do thricks, like a thrained pig, or a goose, or a a a naygur man from the Sahara Desert? He leaped up and tore off his leather apron. "The ormadhoun! I'd like a brush wid him, mesilf. Con Murphy takes a hand in this game. We nade no lawyer-body not yit. Lave it to me, Miss Ruthie, acushla! Sure I'll invite mesilf to supper wid youse, too.
He backed away from the hole through which he had just shot the raider head-first, shook his own head, stamped, and seemed to listen intently to the hostile language. "Be th' powers! 'Tis a dirthy, mane thrick, so ut is! An' th' poor pig kem t'roo th' hole like it was shot out of a gun." "It's Mr. Murphy!" whispered Ruth, almost as much overcome with laughter as Agnes herself.
Several times I thought the two men were coming to blows but though Dan would have dearly loved a fight and could have handled a dozen men like the foreman, he always managed to control himself in time to avoid it. "I don't wanter be after losin' me job for the dirthy spalpeen," he growled to me. But he came near it in a way he wasn't looking for later in the week.
It tasted like a compound of pork grease and tobacco juice. "Well, Monaghan, if this be maple sugar, I never wish to taste any again." "Och, bad luck to it!" said the lad, flinging it away, plate and all. "It would have been first-rate but for the dirthy pot, and the blackguard cinders, and its burning to the bottom of the pot. That owld hag, Mrs. R , bewitched it with her evil eye."
Some says Injuns; some says the posse run 'em down; an' Black Bart an' his dirthy outfit, they swear it was Keith. Oi've got me own notion. Annyhow, there's 'bout three hundred dollars, some mules, an' a lot o' valyble papers missin'." "But if it wasn't father, where is he now?" "That's what Oi've been tryin' ter foind out.
"The advance guard of two hundred Americans comin' to help ye whip the Britisher. Jist as we landed, afther crossing the mouth of the creek, the dirthy spalpeens fired on us; but we drove thim back, and here come our boys at double quick." Terrence was correct, for Fernando and his riflemen having cut their way through the British, hurried into the fort.
The more I rubbed the blacker it got, until I had used up all the soap, and the perspiration was pouring off me like rain. 'You dirthy owld bit of a blackguard of a rag, says I, in an exthremity of rage, 'You're not fit for the back of a dacent lad an' a jintleman.
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