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M'Carthy read as follows: "Francis M'Carthy, as you regard the life of the man that saved yours last night, you won't breathe a syllable about seein' a young man's corpse last night in the shebeen-house, nor about anything that happened to you in it, till you hear further from me. If you're grateful, and a gintleman, you won't; but if you're a traitor, you will. Your friend, as you act in this."
Begone, or by the livin' Farmer, I'll scatter the contents of this blunderbush among you. He that wishes to have M'Carthy done for was wid us himself, and tould us in Irish to fire at the windy, which we did, and on the instant slop came a shower of bullets among us.
"News in the mountains!" exclaimed Vread, "well, indeed, that's good." "Any deaths or marriages among the grouse, eh?" Vread, as we have said, had got a glass of spirits, a circumstance which, to a low heart but a kind one like hers, may probably have accounted for a portion of her energy, as well as of her sympathy with the apprehended danger to M'Carthy.
He took up a speaking-tube and said to his Lieutenant, M'Carthy one of too many renegade Irishmen who in the terrible times that were to come joined their country's enemies as Lynch and his traitors had done in the Boer War: "I don't quite make it out, M'Carthy.
"Will you answer me one question candidly," said M'Carthy "if it's a fair one? Did I see you to-night before?" "Ask me no question," replied the man; "for I won't answer any I don't like, and that happens to be one o' them. Whether you saw me this night before, or whether you didn't, there is no occasion for me to say so, and I won't say it."
"No," replied M'Carthy, "do as I have desired you some other time you may hear it, but not now."
Several of the neighbouring gentlemen took an active part in the day's proceedings, as well as Mr. Galwey, more especially Mr. M'Carthy Downing, the present worthy member for the county. A body of men, numbering about five hundred, marched through Mallow, on their way to the Workhouse, where they began to scale the walls, at the same time exclaiming that they were starving and wanted food.
If any one I mean a Whiteboy," here M'Carthy started, struck by the peculiarity of the pronunciation a circumstance which by no means strengthened his sense, of security "if any of them should come across you and ask you for the pass, here it is. What's the hour? Answer Very near the right one. Isn't it come yet? Answer The hour is come, but not the man. When will he come?
Breakfast in the proctor's, on the morning of Christmas Eve, was eaten as if it had been a funeral meal. The proctor himself could not raise his spirits, which were generally high and cheerful. John and Alick were much more serious than usual; and were it not for the presence of M'Carthy, the meal in question would have been a very gloomy one indeed.
When Basutos of the mountains have killed a very brave foe, they immediately cut out his heart and eat it, because this is supposed to give them his courage and strength in battle. When Sir Charles M'Carthy was killed by the Ashantees in 1824, it is said that his heart was devoured by the chiefs of the Ashantee army, who hoped by this means to imbibe his courage.
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