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Pat Fegan proved an apt disciple, and already had Uncle Nathan given him the first lesson in the form of a temperance lecture, which probably had its effect, as he left the boiler deck without the dram for which he was supposed to have come up. "Now, Partrick," said Uncle Nathan, on the evening after Emily's rescue, "rum never did any one any good."
On the main deck forward the sleepy firemen were languidly supplying the furnaces; the engineers, less actively employed, had fallen asleep by the cylinders. On the after quarter, laying flat upon the deck, were two men earnestly engaged in conversation, in which the whispered brogue of Pat Fegan might have been detected.
I thank you, and, if it is not too late, she also will thank you. My strength is nearly gone." Dalhousie, followed by Uncle Nathan and Pat Fegan, proceeded towards the jail, the former relating, as they went, the terrible incidents of their captivity, and the means by which he had effected their happy deliverance.
"On the 20th of April, before Colonel Stewart and Colonel Bowlby, resident magistrates, Thomas Quin, aged 19 years, was convicted of using intimidation towards William Nutley, in consequence of his having done an act which he had a legal right to do viz., to evict a labourer, Michael Fegan, of Clearis, who refused to work for him. Thomas Quin was sentenced to one month's imprisonment.
Vernon, or, as he has changed his character, we may venture to change his name, Jerome Vaudelier, went to California in the first of the excitement; where, amid the temptations of that new and dissolute land, he yet maintains the integrity he vowed to cherish on the night of the attack upon Cottage Island. Uncle Nathan and Pat Fegan spent a few days at Bellevue, and then started for the North.
Vernon, thus protected from intrusion, entered the room, and by the aid of a pick-lock soon succeeded in obtaining possession of all poor Henry's earthly wealth. Beckoning Maxwell to follow, he descended to the main deck, where, procuring a lantern, they proceeded aft. We must return to Uncle Nathan and Pat Fegan, whom we left on their way to the fugitive in the hold of the steamer.
"Very far from it, Doctor," said Power; "I'll draw up a little account of the affair for 'Saunders. They shall hear of it in every corner and nook of the kingdom." "The bursar of Trinity shall be a proverb for a good fellow that loveth his lush," hiccoughed out Fegan. "And if you believe that such conduct is academical," said the doctor, with a withering sneer.
Liberty away from her has no charms for me." "Goodness!" ejaculated Uncle Nathan; "I never should have thought it!" Hatchie's devotion to his mistress, so eloquently expressed, jostled rather rudely the Northerner's prejudices concerning the treatment of slaves. The conversation was here interrupted by three taps on the deck above them, produced by the brogan of Pat Fegan.
His enormous strength and skill soon cleared the room of the rioters. Hatchie drew the defeated Irishman into his hiding-place, and locked the door. This man was Pat Fegan, who has been introduced to the reader. Pat was filled with gratitude to his protector, and swore he would stick by him till his dying day, if he was a "naiger."
Clisson gazed at him with pained amazement. "It is only the leasehold we sell, sir, not the actual land." "I do not sell land," repeated Christopher sharply. "Of course, it shall be as you wish, sir." "Of course. Do you know if Mr. Fegan is still at Stormly Foundry?" "I can ascertain." "Do so. If he is, tell him to come and see me here to-morrow. And who is the best builder you employ?" "Builder?
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