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"The sheriff said," Bill continued hastily, as if to preclude any interruption from the young man, "the sheriff said he had been brought into Murphy's Camp three years before, dripping with water, and sufferin' from perkussion of the brain, and had been cared for generally by the boys 'round.
One evening he came to call. Now Murphy's dinner was always placed at six o'clock in one corner of the hall, and had just been brought when this visitor appeared.
Siddons in the character of Murphy's Euphrasia were the noblest specimens of the human race I ever saw. Synonymy, i.43. He sprang from a race of rebels. 'He united in his person, says Forbes, 'the four earldoms of Errol, Kilmarnock, Linlithgow, and Callander. The last two were attainted in 1715, and Kilmarnock in 1745.
It was all too beautiful to express in words, and much too beautiful to belong to a place called Murphy's Island, so the campers decided before the first night was over. "It reminds me of Scotland," remarked Mr. Evans, "the scenery is so wild and rugged." "Then let's rename it Ellen's Isle, after the one in 'The Lady of the Lake," said Gladys promptly.
There was no word of reply, but Murphy's fist shot out, landing dully on the man's jaw, and without an outcry he sank inert on the sand. The agent darted forward, keeping out of the heavy sand by bounding along the irregularly laid ties, and in a moment he was climbing into the cab of the switch engine.
From this tell-tale evidence his suspicious glance lifted to the skipper's face, and he read in Michael J. Murphy's black eyes the wild rage which no Irishman could have concealed which the majority of his race would not even have taken the trouble to endeavor to conceal.
They'll be round us like bees about a honeypot." It was impossible not to catch the contagion of my father's triumphant spirits, and in my different way I found myself tingling with delight as I recognised the scenes associated with my childhood the village, the bridge, the lane to Sunny Lodge and Murphy's Mouth, and the trees that bordered our drive.
The next day we passed Murphy's, San Jose, and Santa Clara Mission, camping some four miles beyond, where a kind of hole had been dug in the ground for water. The whole of this distance, now so beautifully improved and settled, was then scarcely occupied, except by poor ranches producing horses and cattle.
Father Murphy stood a little distance on his right, a thick-set man, and as the sentences fell from Ned's lips he could see that Father Murphy was preparing his answer, and he guessed what Father Murphy's answer would be like. He knew Father Murphy to be an adroit speaker, and the priest began in a low key as Ned had expected him to do. He began by deploring the evils of emigration, and Mr.
Another French writer reckoned it the highest eulogy bestowable, and it seems as if he was not far wrong, whether we have before us dogs or men. One of Murphy's last acts by his grandfather reflected his own character, no less than the affectionate relations existing between himself and Dan.
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