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The
Galwegian
bent
his
gaze
over
the
ground
,
in
the
direction
in
which
he
expected
his
master
should
appear
;
and
stood
silently
watching
for
him
.
Ere
long
his
vigil
was
rewarded
.
A
horseman
was
seen
coming
out
from
among
the
trees
upon
the
other
side
,
and
heading
towards
the
Alamo
.
He
was
still
more
than
a
mile
distant
;
but
,
even
at
that
distance
,
the
faithful
servant
could
identify
his
master
.
The
striped
serapé
of
brilliant
hues
--
a
true
Navajo
blanket
,
which
Maurice
was
accustomed
to
take
with
him
when
travelling
--
was
not
to
be
mistaken
.
It
gleamed
gaudily
under
the
glare
of
the
setting
sun
--
its
bands
of
red
,
white
,
and
blue
,
contrasting
with
the
sombre
tints
of
the
sterile
plain
.
Phelim
only
wondered
,
that
his
master
should
have
it
spread
over
his
shoulders
on
such
a
sultry
evening
instead
of
folded
up
,
and
strapped
to
the
cantle
of
his
saddle
!
"
Trath
,
Tara
!
it
looks
quare
,
does
n't
it
?
It
's
hot
enough
to
roast
a
stake
upon
these
stones
;
an
yit
the
masther
do
n't
seem
to
think
so
.
I
hope
he
has
n't
caught
a
cowld
from
stayin
'
in
that
close
crib
at
owld
Duffer
's
tavern
.
It
was
n't
fit
for
a
pig
to
dwill
in
.
Our
own
shanty
's
a
splindid
parlour
to
it
.
"
The
speaker
was
for
a
time
silent
,
watching
the
movements
of
the
approaching
horseman
--
by
this
time
about
half
a
mile
distant
,
and
still
drawing
nearer
.
When
his
voice
was
put
forth
again
it
was
in
a
tone
altogether
changed
.
It
was
still
that
of
surprise
,
with
an
approach
towards
merriment
.
But
it
was
mirth
that
doubted
of
the
ludicrous
;
and
seemed
to
struggle
under
restraint
.
"
Mother
av
Moses
!
"
cried
he
.
"
What
can
the
masther
mane
?
Not
contint
with
havin
'
the
blankyet
upon
his
showldhers
,
be
japers
,
he
's
got
it
over
his
head
!
