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"Do you offer me this for gold? This is not even a metal. It is mica yellow mica. "Mikee?" cried Mary, ruefully, with an inquiring look. At this juncture in ran George, hot as fire. "There!" cried he, triumphantly to Robinson, "was I right or wrong? What becomes of your gold-dust?" And he laid a nugget as big as his fist on the table.
You have chosen a bad spot." "Captain, avick, they do be turning it up like carrots on both sides of huz. And I dig right down as if I'd go through the 'orld back to dear old Ireland again. He! he! he! oh! oh! An' I do be praying to the Virgin at every stroke of the spade, I do, and she sends us no gould at all at all, barrin' mikee, bad cess to 't. Oh!" "That is it. You are on two wrong tacks.
"Well, and what was he the betther o' having more prate than a Scotchman?" asked the other. "Why," answered Kelly's friend, "I think it stands to rayson that the man that done out the Scotch steward ought to know somethin' more about farmin' than Mikee Coghlan." "Augh! don't talk to me about knowing," said the other, rather contemptuously.
"I'll tell you what to do, Mary," began Robinson, cheerfully. "Hallo! she is crying. Here is a faint heart." "Och! captain dear, Pat an' me we are kilt right out for want of luck. Oh! oh! We niver found but one gould and that was mikee. We can't fall upon luck of any sort good, bad or indifferent that is where I'm broke and spiled and kilt hintirely. Oh! oh! oh!" "Don't cry.
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