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"Will you?" cried Paddy eagerly. "That would be perfectly splendid. You have the sharpest eyes of any one whom I know, and I would feel perfectly safe with you on watch. But I don't want to put you to all that trouble, Mr. Jay." "Of course I will," replied Sammy, "and it won't be any trouble at all. I'll just love to do it."
"I see you have quickly understood many customs of the time," said I. "But 'tis not all of it. There are many quite decent people alive now." "'Tis strange we have never heard tell of them," said Paddy musingly. "I have only heard of great fighters, blackguards, and beautiful ladies, but sure, as your honour says, there must be plenty of quiet decent people somewhere."
"Och well, I was just supposin'. But I'm tould" the many remarkable facts which Paddy had been tould lost nothing in repetition "that they'll sometimes have out a special train for a man in the army, if he wants to go anywhere partic'lar in a hurry; there's iligance for you.
But bark is my principal food." Old Mother Nature waited a few minutes, but as there were no more questions she added a few words. "Now I hope you understand why I am so proud of Paddy the Beaver, and why I told you that he is a lumberman, builder and engineer," said she. "For the next lesson we will take up the Rat family."
So day by day the dam grew, and the pond grew, and then one morning Grandfather Frog, down in what had once been the Smiling Pool, heard a sound that made his heart jump for joy. It was a murmur that kept growing and growing, until at last it was the merry laugh of the Laughing Brook. Then he knew that Paddy had kept his word and water would once more fill the Smiling Pool.
"Oh, yes, I'll go to-morrow: your mother'll take me for a second Paddy Rea, else," said Mat. "Who the deuce was Paddy Rea?" "Didn't you ever hear of Paddy Rea?
Many of the former exhibit that ingenuity which comes out when Paddy is on his cross-examination in a court of justice. Every people, it is true, have resorted to the habit of mutilating or changing in their oaths the letters which form the Creator's name; but we question if any have surpassed the Irish in the cleverness with which they accomplish it.
This little rhyme Paddy the Beaver made up as he toiled at building the dam which was to make the pond he so much desired deep in the Green Forest. Of course it wasn't quite true, that about working all night and all day. Nobody could do that, you know, and keep it up. Everybody has to rest and sleep. Yes, and everybody has to play a little to be at their best.
"I used to know him," said one burly fisherman, "but he hasn't been around for a year or so." "Guess he don't dast come," put in another. "Why?" asked Will curiously. "He got into trouble, I hear, and the authorities want him." "Nothing of the sort," the first man declared. "Paddy is as straight as a fish pole.
He sank back on his pillow exhausted, while Betty made haste to bring more coffee. "And to think that we found Paddy Malone!" exclaimed Mollie. "Yes, but he first found us only we didn't know it," answered Grace. They were gliding along on their snowshoes from the lonely cabin where they discovered the injured lumberman.
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