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"
And
his
sixpence
...
?
"
I
said
.
"
That
's
forfeit
,
"
said
Mahony
.
"
And
so
much
the
better
for
us
--
a
bob
and
a
tanner
instead
of
a
bob
.
"
We
walked
along
the
North
Strand
Road
till
we
came
to
the
Vitriol
Works
and
then
turned
to
the
right
along
the
Wharf
Road
.
Mahony
began
to
play
the
Indian
as
soon
as
we
were
out
of
public
sight
.
He
chased
a
crowd
of
ragged
girls
,
brandishing
his
unloaded
catapult
and
,
when
two
ragged
boys
began
,
out
of
chivalry
,
to
fling
stones
at
us
,
he
proposed
that
we
should
charge
them
.
I
objected
that
the
boys
were
too
small
and
so
we
walked
on
,
the
ragged
troop
screaming
after
us
:
"
Swaddlers
!
Swaddlers
!
"
thinking
that
we
were
Protestants
because
Mahony
,
who
was
dark-complexioned
,
wore
the
silver
badge
of
a
cricket
club
in
his
cap
.
When
we
came
to
the
Smoothing
Iron
we
arranged
a
siege
;
but
it
was
a
failure
because
you
must
have
at
least
three
.
We
revenged
ourselves
on
Leo
Dillon
by
saying
what
a
funk
he
was
and
guessing
how
many
he
would
get
at
three
o'clock
from
Mr.
Ryan
.
We
came
then
near
the
river
.
We
spent
a
long
time
walking
about
the
noisy
streets
flanked
by
high
stone
walls
,
watching
the
working
of
cranes
and
engines
and
often
being
shouted
at
for
our
immobility
by
the
drivers
of
groaning
carts
.
It
was
noon
when
we
reached
the
quays
and
as
all
the
labourers
seemed
to
be
eating
their
lunches
,
we
bought
two
big
currant
buns
and
sat
down
to
eat
them
on
some
metal
piping
beside
the
river
.
We
pleased
ourselves
with
the
spectacle
of
Dublin
's
commerce
--
the
barges
signalled
from
far
away
by
their
curls
of
woolly
smoke
,
the
brown
fishing
fleet
beyond
Ringsend
,
the
big
white
sailingvessel
which
was
being
discharged
on
the
opposite
quay
.
Mahony
said
it
would
be
right
skit
to
run
away
to
sea
on
one
of
those
big
ships
and
even
I
,
looking
at
the
high
masts
,
saw
,
or
imagined
,
the
geography
which
had
been
scantily
dosed
to
me
at
school
gradually
taking
substance
under
my
eyes
.
School
and
home
seemed
to
recede
from
us
and
their
influences
upon
us
seemed
to
wane
.
We
crossed
the
Liffey
in
the
ferryboat
,
paying
our
toll
to
be
transported
in
the
company
of
two
labourers
and
a
little
Jew
with
a
bag
.
We
were
serious
to
the
point
of
solemnity
,
but
once
during
the
short
voyage
our
eyes
met
and
we
laughed
.
When
we
landed
we
watched
the
discharging
of
the
graceful
threemaster
which
we
had
observed
from
the
other
quay
.
Some
bystander
said
that
she
was
a
Norwegian
vessel
.
I
went
to
the
stern
and
tried
to
decipher
the
legend
upon
it
but
,
failing
to
do
so
,
I
came
back
and
examined
the
foreign
sailors
to
see
had
any
of
them
green
eyes
for
I
had
some
confused
notion
...
.
The
sailors
'
eyes
were
blue
and
grey
and
even
black
.
The
only
sailor
whose
eyes
could
have
been
called
green
was
a
tall
man
who
amused
the
crowd
on
the
quay
by
calling
out
cheerfully
every
time
the
planks
fell
:
"
All
right
!
All
right
!
"
When
we
were
tired
of
this
sight
we
wandered
slowly
into
Ringsend
.
The
day
had
grown
sultry
,
and
in
the
windows
of
the
grocers
'
shops
musty
biscuits
lay
bleaching
.
We
bought
some
biscuits
and
chocolate
which
we
ate
sedulously
as
we
wandered
through
the
squalid
streets
where
the
families
of
the
fishermen
live
.
We
could
find
no
dairy
and
so
we
went
into
a
huckster
's
shop
and
bought
a
bottle
of
raspberry
lemonade
each
.
Refreshed
by
this
,
Mahony
chased
a
cat
down
a
lane
,
but
the
cat
escaped
into
a
wide
field
.
We
both
felt
rather
tired
and
when
we
reached
the
field
we
made
at
once
for
a
sloping
bank
over
the
ridge
of
which
we
could
see
the
Dodder
.
