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"Not for a thousand loives," groaned the Irishman. "Howly saints, fwhat is old Clootie after me for? Is it for atin' that little taste o' ham last Friday? Holy Mary, save me; there he is again!" "Where, you flannel-mouthed Mick?" asked Shorty savagely. "Where do you see the devil?" "There! There! That white thing.
'HOWLY vargin! what is that? exclaimed Mickey McSquizzle, with something like horrified amazement. 'By the Jumping Jehosiphat, naow if that don't, beat all natur'! 'It's the divil, broke loose, wid full steam on! There was good cause for these exclamations upon the part of the Yankee and Irishman, as they stood on the margin of Wolf Ravine, and gazed off over the prairie.
And, howly saints, man, ye look old! I wouldn't have known ye but fer the mouth and the eyes of ye. Ye have the same old grin." "The same to you." "I get little chance to practise it these days." "'Tis the same here." "But how came ye hurt?" "A felly with a grievance poured a load of buckshot into me side, and one of them lodged in me spine, so they say." She clicked her tongue in ready sympathy.
It had Flaherty down on th' flure an' was feedin' him with a book they call th' 'Christyan Martyrs, whin Mrs. O'Grady put a bottle in Flaherty's hands. 'What's this? says Flaherty. 'Howly wather, says Mrs. O'Grady. 'Sprinkle it on him, says Mrs. O'Grady. 'Woman, says th' tailor between th' chapter iv th' book, 'this is no time f'r miracles, he says.
My you o't to seen that Irishman squirm. 'Howly Mither! he yells, and dances round, 'what do ye think yer got? and he goes off lookin' at his fingers, and the Boss stands lookin' at 'em, and says, 'You'r a nice lot of fellers, you don't deserve it; but I'm goin' to treat you fair.
"Gorra'mighty!" he ejaculated, flourishing his staff about excitedly, "d'je mind them same w'at's tuk et inter the'r heads to invade our sancty sanctorum, up yander? Howly saints frum ther cullender! We shall be built up inter an entire city 'twixt this an' sunset, ef ther population n' sect becum enny more numersome.
Instantly Jimmy sprawled on top of him, and the next two men followed suit. The torch plowed into the snow and went out, and the yells of Jimmy alarmed the adjoining village. He was hurt the worst of all, and the busiest getting in marching order again. "Howly smoke!" he panted. "I was havin' the time of me life, and plum forgot that cow-kitcher. Thought it was a quarter of a mile away yet.
Ye know you can trust me. Oi'll say nivver a worrud about it to Frankie. How much did yer bet?" "Ten thousand dollars." Mulloy came near falling in his tracks. He caught Gallup by the arm and held on to support himself. "Tin thousand?" he gasped. "Tin thousand dollars? Ye don't mane it!" "That's jest what I bet. Dad bim me for a fool!" "Howly saints! It's crazy ye were, Ephie!"
The men in the launch were, like myself, considerably startled at the circumstance, and one of them an Irishman exclaimed, in the first paroxysm of his dismay: "Howly ropeyarns! what was that? Is it shipwrecked, stranded, and cast away we are on the back of a say-crocodile?
Here's the spot where ut fell, look now! The shape of uts little body and the wings of ut in the snow. But 'tis gone intirely!" He rubbed his eyes and crossed himself again. "'Tis flown away," he muttered. "'Tis gone back to Hiven to tell Mary Mither o' the wicked thing I done this night. Oh, 'tis a miracle that's happened! An' oh! The wicked man I am, drunk and disorderly on the Howly Eve!"
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