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You dig perpendicular and pray horizontal. Now you should dig horizontal and pray perpendicular." "Och! captain, thim's hard words for poor Molly McDogherty to quarry through." "What is that in your hand?" "Sure it is an illigant lump of lead I found," replied poor Mary; the base metal rising in estimation since her gold turned out dross.
"Ochone! ochone! ochone!" cried Mary McDogherty, and, on being asked what was the matter, she sat down and rocked herself and moaned and cried, "Ochone och, captain, avick, what will I do for you? an' who will I find to save you? an' oh, it is the warm heart and the kind heart ye had to poor Molly McDogherty that ud give her life to save yours this day." "The captain," cried Jem, in great alarm.
"That is what I am going to tell you. That Mary McDogherty came crying to my tent all through the snow.
Gangs would find the stuff on four sides of him, and he none; his last party had dissolved, owing they said to his ill-luck, and he was forlorn. These four Robinson convened, with the help of Mary McDogherty, who went for Stevens; and made them a little speech, telling them he had seen all their four ill-lucks, and was going to end that with one blow.
"What! is Erin-go-bragh up with the sun for once?" cried Robinson to Mary McDogherty, who passed him spade on shoulder. "Sure if she warn't she'd never keep up with Newgut," was the instant rejoinder. "Hem! how is your husband, Mary?" "Och, captain, it is a true friend ye are for inquiring. Then it's tied in a knot he is. "Mercy on us, tied in a knot?"
Robinson also made friends with the women, in particular with one Mary McDogherty, wife of a very unsuccessful digger. Many a pound of potatoes Pat and she had from the captain, and this getting wind secured the good will of the Irish boys. GEORGE was very homesick. "Haven't we got a thousand pounds apiece yet?" "Hush! no! not quite; but too much to bawl about."
"Ochone!" cried the Irishwoman, "they all have the luck barrin' poor Molly McDogherty." The mica was handled, and George said to her compassionately, "You see, my poor girl, the first thing you should do is to heft it in your hand. Now see, your lump is not heavy like " "Pyrites!" said Isaac, dryly, handing George back his lump. "No! pyrites is heavier than mica and gold than pyrites." "Mr.
It is wonderful, I am told, what they contrive to pick up first and last. What hats! Why, one of 'm would roof a tent." "Hurroo!" "What is up now?" "Hurroo!" And up came Mary McDogherty dancing and jumping as only Irish ever jumped. She had a lump of dim metal in one hand and a glittering mass in the other.
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