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"
Faix
!
I
do
n't
want
any
answer
to
that
,
owld
boy
.
It
's
meself
that
knows
it
,
widout
tillin
'
.
A
hape
av
good
a
glass
of
that
same
potyeen
would
do
me
;
and
I
dar
'n'
t
touch
a
dhrap
,
afther
fwhat
the
masther
sid
to
me
about
it
.
Afther
all
that
packin
'
,
too
,
till
me
throat
is
stickin
'
to
me
tongue
,
as
if
I
had
been
thryin
'
to
swallow
a
pitch
plaster
.
Sowl
!
it
's
a
shame
av
Masther
Maurice
to
make
me
promise
agaynst
touchin
'
the
dhrink
--
espacially
when
it
's
not
goin
'
to
be
wanted
.
Did
n't
he
say
he
wud
n't
stay
more
than
wan
night
,
whin
he
come
back
heeur
;
an
shure
he
wo
n't
conshume
two
quarts
in
wan
night
--
unless
that
owld
sinner
Stump
comes
along
wid
him
.
Bad
luck
to
his
greedy
gut
!
he
gets
more
av
the
Manongahayla
than
the
masther
himsilf
.
"
There
's
wan
consolashun
,
an
thank
the
Lord
for
it
,
we
're
goin
'
back
to
the
owld
sad
,
an
the
owld
place
at
Ballyballagh
.
Wo
n't
I
have
a
skinful
when
I
get
thare
--
av
the
raal
stuff
too
,
instid
of
this
Amerikyan
rotgut
!
Hooch
--
hoop
--
horoo
!
The
thought
av
it
's
enough
to
sit
a
man
mad
wid
deloight
.
Hooch
--
hoop
--
horoo
!
"
Tossing
his
wide-awake
up
among
the
rafters
,
and
catching
it
as
it
came
down
again
,
the
excited
Galwegian
several
times
repeated
his
ludicrous
shibboleth
.
Then
becoming
tranquil
he
sate
for
awhile
in
silence
--
his
thoughts
dwelling
with
pleasant
anticipation
on
the
joys
that
awaited
him
at
Ballyballagh
.
They
soon
reverted
to
the
objects
around
him
--
more
especially
to
the
demijohn
in
the
corner
.
On
this
once
more
his
eyes
became
fixed
in
a
gaze
,
in
which
increasing
covetousness
was
manifestly
visible
.
"
Arrah
,
me
jewel
!
"
said
he
,
again
apostrophising
the
vessel
,
"
ye
're
extramely
bewtifull
to
look
at
--
that
same
ye
arr
.
Shure
now
,
yez
wud
n't
till
upon
me
,
if
I
gave
yez
a
thrifle
av
a
kiss
?
Ye
wud
n't
be
the
thraiter
to
bethray
me
?
Wan
smack
only
.
Thare
can
be
no
harum
in
that
.
Trath
,
I
do
n't
think
the
masther
'
ud
mind
it
--
when
he
thinks
av
the
throuble
I
've
had
wid
this
packin
'
,
an
the
dhry
dust
gettin
'
down
me
throat
.
Shure
he
did
n't
mane
me
to
kape
that
promise
for
this
time
--
which
differs
intirely
from
all
the
rest
,
by
razon
av
our
goin
'
away
.
A
dhry
flittin
'
,
they
say
,
makes
a
short
sittin
'
.
I
'll
tell
the
masther
that
,
whin
he
comes
back
;
an
shure
it
'll
pacify
him
.
Besoides
,
there
's
another
ixcuse
.
He
's
all
av
tin
hours
beyant
his
time
;
an
I
'll
say
I
took
a
thriflin
'
dhrap
to
kape
me
from
thinkin
'
long
for
him
.
Shure
he
wo
n't
say
a
word
about
it
.
Be
Sant
Pathrick
!
I
'll
take
a
smell
at
the
dimmyjan
,
an
trust
to
good
luck
for
the
rist
.
Loy
down
,
Tara
,
I
'm
not
agoin
'
out
.
"
The
staghound
had
risen
,
seeing
the
speaker
step
towards
the
door
.
But
the
dumb
creature
had
misinterpreted
the
purpose
--
which
was
simply
to
take
a
survey
of
the
path
by
which
the
jacalé
was
approached
,
and
make
sure
,
that
,
his
master
was
not
likely
to
interrupt
him
in
his
intended
dealings
with
the
demijohn
.
Becoming
satisfied
that
the
coast
was
clear
,
he
glided
back
across
the
floor
;
uncorked
the
jar
;
and
,
raising
it
to
his
lips
,
swallowed
something
more
than
a
"
thriflin
'
dhrap
av
its
contints
.
"
