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There was but little life left in him, and it was not easy for him to explain his sorry plight when the words came only with hard-fought breathing, hoarse and low. "She will pe a pedlar," he said, "an' she will haf peen robbed and murdered.... Och, so little she will pe hafing, and now all gone.... Ochone, ochone!" Gently the laird put his questions to the dying man.
But I soon heard O'Brien's voice, and I hastened towards him. I was close to him without his perceiving me, and found him sitting down with his face covered up in his two hands. At last he cried, "O Pater! my poor Pater! are you taken at last? Could I not leave you for one hour in safety? Ochone! why did I leave you?
You've no cooking to do this morning, but I doubt not that your teeth are as sharp and your twist as strong as ever." "Stronger than iver, sur, av ye plaze." "I'm sorry to hear it, for you'll have to go on short allowance, I fear." "Ochone!" groaned the cook.
"Where th' ships sail out to th' risin' sun, ochone, and Home calls over th' sea, the little green isle wid its pigs an' its shanties, its fairs an' its frolics, an' the merry face av th' Father to laugh at its weddin's an' cry over its graves. Home that might make a lass forget such a haythen land as this, though God knew if it would ever get out av th' bad dreams at night!
"Ochone!" exclaimed O'Connor, as well as a mouthful of pork and potatoes would allow him; "was it you that groaned like a dyin' pig?" The question was put to Forsyth, who was holding his head between his hands, and swaying his body to and fro in agony. "Hae ye the colic, freen'?" enquired John Watt, in a tone of sympathy. "No-n-o," groaned Forsyth, "it's a a too-tooth!" "Och! is that all?"
"What is wrong with the captain?" "He is lying could and stiff in the dark, bloody wood. Och, the murthering villains! och, what will I do at all! och, captain, avick, warm was your heart to the poor Irish boys, but it is could now. Ochone! ochone!" "Woman," cried Jem, in great agitation, "leave off blubbering and tell me what is the matter."
"Come close to me, honey," she said, "for it's thrue as walls has ears, and when them as means mischief is abroad you're never safe, come what may. But we'll spite them, see if we don't we'll be even with them you and me, and the sailor boy. Oh, ochone, ochone! but it's, a black world entirely!" "What have you heard, Mrs. O'Flaherty?" asked Bet.
"Ochone!" groaned Barney, sitting down on the table, and looking at his host with a face of horror. "Yes, these are the worst animals in Brazil for sucking the blood of men and cattle. I find it quite impossible to keep my mules alive, they are so bad." Barney groaned.
Ay, they grew up with me, and would be swimming with me in the sea, and every path in the hills we would be riding over, and we were happy together. These were the happiest hours of all, ochone; the sun shone more brightly and the days were longer. And in his mother's eyes there was none like Bryde.
They might grieve for the loss of their friend, but to him the best had come. By Margaret's side stood Tommy Tate, till the last. "Ochone!" he sobbed, "when I think of mesilf me heart is bruck entirely, but when I luk at him I feel no pain at all." It was the feeling in the hearts of all. For themselves they must weep, but not for him. At length, all had gone.
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