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Everyone
laughed
.
Mr.
M'Coy
,
who
wanted
to
enter
the
conversation
by
any
door
,
pretended
that
he
had
never
heard
the
story
.
Mr.
Cunningham
said
:
"
It
is
supposed
--
they
say
,
you
know
--
to
take
place
in
the
depot
where
they
get
these
thundering
big
country
fellows
,
omadhauns
,
you
know
,
to
drill
.
The
sergeant
makes
them
stand
in
a
row
against
the
wall
and
hold
up
their
plates
.
"
He
illustrated
the
story
by
grotesque
gestures
.
"
At
dinner
,
you
know
.
Then
he
has
a
bloody
big
bowl
of
cabbage
before
him
on
the
table
and
a
bloody
big
spoon
like
a
shovel
.
He
takes
up
a
wad
of
cabbage
on
the
spoon
and
pegs
it
across
the
room
and
the
poor
devils
have
to
try
and
catch
it
on
their
plates
:
65
,
catch
your
cabbage
.
"
Everyone
laughed
again
:
but
Mr.
Kernan
was
somewhat
indignant
still
.
He
talked
of
writing
a
letter
to
the
papers
.
"
These
yahoos
coming
up
here
,
"
he
said
,
"
think
they
can
boss
the
people
.
I
need
n't
tell
you
,
Martin
,
what
kind
of
men
they
are
.
"
Mr.
Cunningham
gave
a
qualified
assent
.
"
It
's
like
everything
else
in
this
world
,
"
he
said
.
"
You
get
some
bad
ones
and
you
get
some
good
ones
.
"
"
O
yes
,
you
get
some
good
ones
,
I
admit
,
"
said
Mr.
Kernan
,
satisfied
.
