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--
Hurroo
!
Hurroo
!
They
made
a
cradle
of
their
locked
hands
and
hoisted
him
up
among
them
and
carried
him
along
till
he
struggled
to
get
free
.
And
when
he
had
escaped
from
them
they
broke
away
in
all
directions
,
flinging
their
caps
again
into
the
air
and
whistling
as
they
went
spinning
up
and
crying
:
--
Hurroo
!
And
they
gave
three
groans
for
Baldyhead
Dolan
and
three
cheers
for
Conmee
and
they
said
he
was
the
decentest
rector
that
was
ever
in
Clongowes
.
The
cheers
died
away
in
the
soft
grey
air
.
He
was
alone
He
was
happy
and
free
;
but
he
would
not
be
anyway
proud
with
Father
Dolan
.
He
would
be
very
quiet
and
obedient
:
and
he
wished
that
he
could
do
something
kind
for
him
to
show
him
that
he
was
not
proud
.
The
air
was
soft
and
grey
and
mild
and
evening
was
coming
.
There
was
the
smell
of
evening
in
the
air
,
the
smell
of
the
fields
in
the
country
where
they
digged
up
turnips
to
peel
them
and
eat
them
when
they
went
out
for
a
walk
to
Major
Barton
's
,
the
smell
there
was
in
the
little
wood
beyond
the
pavilion
where
the
gallnuts
were
.
The
fellows
were
practising
long
shies
and
bowling
lobs
and
slow
twisters
.
In
the
soft
grey
silence
he
could
hear
the
bump
of
the
balls
:
and
from
here
and
from
there
through
the
quiet
air
the
sound
of
the
cricket
bats
:
pick
,
pack
,
pock
,
puck
:
like
drops
of
water
in
a
fountain
falling
softly
in
the
brimming
bowl
.
Uncle
Charles
smoked
such
black
twist
that
at
last
his
nephew
suggested
to
him
to
enjoy
his
morning
smoke
in
a
little
outhouse
at
the
end
of
the
garden
.
--
Very
good
,
Simon
.
All
serene
,
Simon
,
said
the
old
man
tranquilly
.
Anywhere
you
like
.
The
outhouse
will
do
me
nicely
:
it
will
be
more
salubrious
.
