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"The Tyrone was recruited any fashion in the ould days. A draf from Connemara a draf from Portsmouth a draf from Kerry, an' that was a blazin' bad draf here, there and iverywhere but the large av thim was Oirish Black Oirish. Now there are Oirish an' Oirish. The good are good as the best, but the bad are wurrst than the wurrst. 'Tis this way.

Again he extended his hand and Bill seized it in a strong grip. Somehow, he did not resent being called green, and ignorant he was learning the North. "Fallon's me name," the other continued, "an' be an accident av birth, Oi'm called Oirish, f'r short." "Mine is Bill, which is shorter," replied Carmody, smiling.

He's a great mon, is Pawnee, only it do be afther givin' me the shivers to hear him spake the Pawnee language loike he was a rale Injun. Such a foine scout as he is has no roight to spake such a dirthy tongue. How illegant it would be now if he could spake rale Oirish." "His knowledge of the Indian tongue has helped both him and our government a good deal, Mrs. Delaney.

I could take ye fourteen Oirish miles from Galway, along a road that was spotted wid great jintlemen's houses, an' ivery one of thim's in ruins. The owners that used to live in them, and be a blessin' to the counthry, is all ruined by the land agitation. All are gone, an' their foin, splindid houses tumblin' down, an' the people worse off than iver.

"Faith, an' ye've said ut!" answered one of the kings. "Three cows between tin Oirish kings! 'Tis insultin'! Arrah, now, make it foive, St. Piran darlint!" "Now may they make your stummucks ache for that word, ye marautherin' thieves av the world!" And St. Piran slammed the door in their faces. But these kings were Ulstermen, and took things seriously.

"I riverince the man, for there's few can beat him sober. Knocked Patsy into hospital an' him foightin' dhrunk! Faith, he must be another Oirish gintleman himself, indade." "He's a Scotchman and was middle-weight champion of India last year," rejoined Dam, and moistened his block of pipe-clay again in the most obvious, if least genteel, way.

She did not perceive the stranger at first; but how she started when the Mulligan loomed upon her. "Heavenlee enchanthress!" says Mulligan, "don't floy at the approach of the humblest of your sleeves! Reshewm your pleece at that insthrument, which weeps harmonious, or smoils melojious, as you charrum it! Are you acqueented with the Oirish Melodies?

McGrath did not share Mulvany's views that "There are Oirish and Oirish." Even Phoenix Park had failed to shake her view that anarchy and assassination belonged only to "foreigners." No Irishman, said she, was in the bloody bomb business of '86; and as for Dr. Savin' your presence, major, what would the gentleman be doin' wid him that was here last week?"

"We've seen our dead," he sez, squeezin' into me; "our dead that was men two days gone! An' me that was his cousin by blood could not bring Tim Coulan off! Let me get on," he sez, "let me get to thim or I'll run ye through the back!" "My troth," thinks I, "if the Tyrone have seen their dead, God help the Paythans this day!" An' thin I knew why the Oirish was ragin' behind us as they was.

Now I must tell you that Minerva Downs is a difficult place to reach, and that you will have to ride all the way from Townsville 250 miles but that will be nothing to an Australian-born girl 'wid Oirish blood in her. When you get to Townsville call on Mr. Grainger, who lives at a mining town called Chinkie's Flat, ninety miles from here, and Mr. "Very sincerely yours, my dear Sheila,

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