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"You ought to be a good workman by this time; you first lamed your thrade, an' thin you put in your apprenticeship ha, ha, ha!" "Faith, an' Rouser I can promise you a merry end, my beatity; you'll be the only man that'll dance at your own funeral; an' I'll tell you what, Rouser, it'll be like an egg-hornpipe, wid your eyes covered. That's what I call an active death, avouchal!"

Now this is friendly; this is what I calls as it should be, when a young pastor comes in and makes free, without waiting for an invitation," said Tozer kindly, bustling in; "that speech of yours, sir, was a rouser; that 'it 'em off, that did, and you can see as the connection ain't ungrateful. What's that you say, Phoebe? what? I'm a little hard of hearing. Mr. May!" "Mr.

The two latter were Rousin Redhead and his son, Corney. "So, boys," said the Rouser, "what do you think of our business to-night? Didn't I get well out of his clutches?" "Be me troth, Rouser, darlin'," replied the Dandy, "you niver wor completely in them till this minnit." "Dhar ma lham charth," said Corney, "I say he's a black-hearted villin."

We were all companions in misfortune, and when the news of my release reached their field, they clustered along the fence to give me a parting rouser, which they certainly let go for all they were worth. I regained the office within the stipulated ten minutes and then to my intense disgust learned that I had three hours to wait for a train.

Anyway, I'll be there by the end of the week. Good-bye, Joe. I must get some more money for the rouser from some of those chaps before they start." Comesomehow was a wretched cockatoo settlement, a bit off the track, about one hundred and fifty miles on our road home, where the settlers lived like savages and the children ran wild.

He got as pale as a sheet, to-night, when Corney there threatened him; not but he's desateful enough I grant, but he'd be a greater tyrant only that he's so hen-hearted." "But what job," said the rouser, "has he for us to-morrow night, do you think? It must be something past the common. Who the dioual can he have in his eye to run away wid?"

This speech was received with great applause, mixed with cries of: "That's the talk!" "He's a good fellow, anyway, if he is a teetotaler!" "Drink his health!" "Give him a rouser, and no heeltaps!"

This fine writing, however, was unfortunately counteracted, in consequence of the information already laid before the sheriff by no less a personage than Rouser Redhead, who, fearing alike the treachery and enmity of his leader, resolved thus to neutralize any disclosures he should happen to make.

"Stags!" replied Rouser Redhead, whose face had already become scarlet with indignation. "Stags, you say, Bartle Flanagan! Arrah, boys, I wondher where is poor Connor O'Donovan by this time?" "I suppose bushin' it afore now," said our friend of the preceding part of the night. "I bushed it myself for a year and a half, but be Japurs I got sick of it.

It is from thim that's in higher quarters you'll get your doom, an' not from me, or, as I said afore, from any one here. Mark that; but indeed you know it as well as I do, an' I believe, Rouser, a good deal bether." Flanagan's argument, to men who understood its dreadful import, was one before which almost every description of personal courage must quail.

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