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"By Jasus, you really tark fine, Massa Easy; dat Mr Vigor nebber care for him, wouldn't you lik him and sure you would," continued the black, feeling the muscle of Jack's arm. "By the soul of my fader, I'd bet my week's allowance on you anyhow. Nebber be 'fraid, Massa Easy." "I am not afraid," replied Jack; "I've thrashed bigger fellows than he;" and Jack's assertion was true.
This was clearly obvious when the verdict of "guilty" was uttered in the dead silence which prevailed through the court. No sooner were the words pronounced than he looked about him wildly, and exclaimed "What's that? what's that? Oh, God ; sweet Jasus! sweet Jasus!"
At that time he was one of Lieutenant de Montenach's servants, and accompanied his master on a hunting-trip to the Horton Plains. He was never by himself for five minutes in the jungle without having seen something wonderful before his return; this he was sure to relate in a rich brogue with great facetiousness. "Oh, by Jasus! help, sir, help! I've a reptile or some divil up my breeches!
"By Jasus," said a good-humoured, quaint looking Irishman, who had been fixing his eyes on the litter during this pithy and characteristic colloquy; "it sames to me, my boys, that ye have caught the wrong cow by the horns, and that all your pains has been for nothing at all, at all.
"Then, by Jasus, you'll have your wish! you asked me to-night if I had a mind to quarrel with you, and now I'll tell you, if I find you at Ballycloran schaming agin, you'll find me ready and willing enough."
He walked up to the hole, and looking reproachfully down, said: "Is this the way you leave your excavations, Rourke, when a train is coming? Don't you know better than to do a thing like that?" "Jimmie!" shouted Rourke, leaping to the surface of the earth with a bound, "Jimmie! Now, be Jasus, where is that bla'guard Eyetalian?
I knew O'mie for many years, and I never saw him show a quiver of fear, not even in those long weary days when, white and hollow-cheeked, he waited for his last enemy, Death, whom he vanquished, looking up into my face with eyes of inexpressible peace, and murmuring softly, "Safe in the arms of Jasus." Old men are prone to ramble in their stories, and I am not old.
"An' it's a quare way to be showin' our love, I'm thinkin'." "An' it's Miss Hetty's own way thin, by Jasus!" answered Dan; "an' I'd jist loike to see the man 'ud say, she didn't fairly worship the very futsteps of 'im." When Deacon Little heard Hetty Gunn's voice at his door that night, the old man sprang to his feet as he had not sprung for twenty years.
Pete came up shakin' like the feeder on a thrashin' machine, and whin he could spake at all, 'Bless Jasus, says he, 'I'm jist as wa-wa-warm as I wa-wa-want to be. So are you, Dannie, but there's a difference in how warm folks want to be. For meself, now, I could aisily bear a little more hate."
"By Jasus, you really tark fine, Massa Easy; dat Mr Vigor nebber care for him, wouldn't you help him and sure you would," continued the black, feeling the muscle of Jack's arm. "By the soul of my fader, I'd bet my week's allowance on you anyhow. Nebber be 'fraid, Massa Easy." "I am not afraid," replied Jack; "I've thrashed bigger fellows than he"; and Jack's assertion was true.
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