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Updated: May 17, 2025
The celebrated McCann case is the most notable illustration. Even in the Protestant city of Belfast we have seen a faithful wife deserted and her children spirited away from her, in obedience to this cruel decree. And we have seen an executive afraid to do its duty, because Rome had spoken and justified the outrage.
Suddenly Poulsson dropped his handle, causing the boat to swing round in the stream, while the men damned him. Paying them no attention, he stood pointing into the blinding disk of the sun. Across the edge of it a piece was bitten out in blackness. "Mein Gott!" he cried, "the world is being ended just now." "The holy saints remember us this day!" said McCann, missing a stroke to cross himself.
But the tears dimmed her eyes. "Go straight home with Honoré, Billy, as straight as ever you can," said Father Honoré to eight-year-old Billy McCann who for the past year had constituted himself protector of five-year-old Honoré Googe; "I'll watch you around the power-house." Little Honoré reached up with both arms for the usual parting from the man he adored.
"It's not me that likes to interfere with a gent's pleasure party, but business is business," said he, as he climbed aboard. My client's hospitality was oriental. "Make yourself at home, old man," he said, a box of his largest and blackest cigars in his hand. And these he advanced towards McCann before the knot was tied in the painter. Then a wave of self-reproach swept over me.
While his back was turned the Boy brought a tin plate, still in good condition, set it down at Mac's place, planted a nail on end in the middle, and with three blows from a hammer fastened the plate firmly to the board. "Maybe you can't hand it up for more as often as you like, but you'll always find it there," he said when McCann came back.
Get back into your position." McCann placed his hands on his hips and glared at Carker. "Who are ye tellin' to git back?" he rasped. "Do ye know who ye're talkin' to, young feller?" "I'm talking to you," said Greg, in the same calm manner. "If you don't get back in your position and play the game, I'll put you on the bench." "What?" shouted the Irishman.
I hurried back to give Farrar a hand with the ropes, and it was O'Meara who caught the one I flung ashore and wound it around a pile. The people pressed around, peering at our party on the Maria, and I heard McCann exhorting them to make way. And just then, as he was about to cross the plank, they parted for some one from behind. A breathless messenger halted at the edge of the wharf.
"I heard it meself I tell ye I heard it meself!" "That's all right, McCann!" rasped the big man. "Perhaps you've never seen a good ventriloquist do a turn, but I have. That horse can't talk any more than a cow or a dog or any other dumb creature can." "Vale," observed Hans Dunnerwurst, who stood Bear, with his hands thrust deep into his trousers pocket, "it took it a long time to found you oudt.
After a second round of drinks, we strolled out into the front street to look up Flood and McCann, and incidentally get a shave. We soon located McCann, who had a hunk of dried buffalo meat, and was chipping it off and feeding it to some Indian children whose acquaintance he seemed to be cultivating.
This selfishness was not looked upon very favorably, and some harsh comments were made, but Stallings and Quarternight were immovable. We had an early supper, and pressing in McCann to assist The Rebel in grazing the herd until our return, the cavalcade set out, Flood and the horse buyer with us.
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