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Afterwards it was necessary to try the bay's paces without delay, and they all watched Jim take him round the home paddock. Garryowen moved beautifully; and when Jim finally put him at the highest part of the old log fence, and brought him back again, he flew it with a foot to spare. The boy's face was aglow as he rode up. "Well, he's perfect!" he said. "I never was on such a horse."
Cecil had waited a moment until his head came up from under the saddle flap, and repeated his remark. "Afraid not," said Jim, driven to bay, and speaking shortly to cover his annoyance. "Norah's going to ride him herself." He led Garryowen off to tie him under the shade of the pepper trees, and did not return to saddle Bobs until Cecil had retreated to the house, looking very black.
He might be mad. Dogdays. Uncertain in his movements. Good fellow! Fido! Good fellow! Garryowen! Give and have done with it. Provided nobody. But then I have it in my left hand. Calls for more effort. Why? Smaller from want of use. O, let it slide. Two and six. The mastiff mauls the bundle clumsily and gluts himself with growling greed, crunching the bones.
I was quite sorry and, as I dressed, determined to get her to let me change into any den rather than accept this sacrifice. I went downstairs, and found breakfast ready, but neither Lady Garryowen nor Miss Patty.
We showed him the town, and some of the modest pleasures thereof; we introduced him to the Haunt, and astonished him by the company which he met there. Between Brent's "Deserter" and Mark Wilder's "Garryowen," Florac sang Tiens voici ma pipe, voila mon bri quet; Et quand la Tulipe fait le noir tra jet Que tu sois la seule dans le regi ment Avec la brule-gueule de ton cher z'a mant;
"Come along, old sport!" he said genially to Lauffer; and he walked away with his handcuffed prisoner, whistling "Garryowen." "Wait!" motioned Vaux to Miss Erith. "I found that in the kitchenette," he remarked, laying it before her on the table. "Maybe that's the key?" "A cook-book!" She smiled, opened it. "Why why, it's a DICTIONARY!" she exclaimed excitedly. "A dictionary!" "Yes! Look!
They breathed more freely when Cecil came back, albeit the way in which he sawed at the bay's mouth was calculated to strike woe to the heart of any owner. Then Wally tried Garryowen, and finally Norah, having flown to the house for a riding skirt, had a ride also, and sailed over the log fence in a manner fully equal to Jim's. She came back charged with high compliment.
Let Mounseer look ever so big, my boys, Who cares for fighting a fig, my boys? When we play 'Garryowen, He'd rather go home; For somehow, he's no taste for a jig, my boys." This admirable lyric seemed to have perfect success, if one were only to judge from the thundering of voices, hands, and drinking vessels which followed; while a venerable, gray-haired sergeant rose to propose Mr.
The young man drew the little bedcurtain down over his dead mother, and in a few days after, with a heavy heart, he took his china cup, and set off to the fair of Garryowen. The place was merry enough. The field that is called Gallows Green now was covered with tents.
Jim came in in his shirt sleeves. "Comfy, little chap?" "Yes, thanks, old man. Jim shall I ride Sirdar tomorrow?" "You needn't have asked," the boy said "he's yours. And, Norah I know Dad wouldn't mind. I'd like you to have Garryowen. He's a bit big, but he'll suit you quite well. I know he won't make up, but you'd get fond of him in time, dear."
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