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"
Och
,
Tara
,
me
jewel
!
"
exclaimed
he
in
the
corduroys
,
fraternally
interrogating
the
hound
;
"
had
n't
yez
weesh
now
to
be
back
in
Ballyballagh
?
Wad
n't
yez
loike
to
be
wance
more
in
the
coortyard
av
the
owld
castle
,
friskin
'
over
the
clane
stones
,
an
bein
'
tripe-fed
till
there
was
n't
a
rib
to
be
seen
in
your
sides
--
so
different
from
what
they
are
now
--
when
I
kyan
count
ivery
wan
av
them
?
Sowl
!
it
's
meself
that
ud
loike
to
be
there
,
anyhow
!
But
there
's
no
knowin
'
when
the
young
masther
'll
go
back
,
an
take
us
along
wid
him
.
Niver
mind
,
Tara
!
He
's
goin
'
to
the
Sittlements
soon
,
ye
owld
dog
;
an
he
's
promised
to
take
us
thare
;
that
's
some
consolashun
.
Be
japers
!
it
's
over
three
months
since
I
've
been
to
the
Fort
,
meself
.
Maybe
I
'll
find
some
owld
acquaintance
among
them
Irish
sodgers
that
's
come
lately
;
an
be
me
sowl
,
av
I
do
,
wo
n't
there
be
a
dhrap
betwane
us
--
wo
n't
there
,
Tara
?
"
The
staghound
,
raising
his
head
at
hearing
the
mention
of
his
name
,
gave
a
slight
sniff
,
as
if
saying
"
Yes
"
in
answer
to
the
droll
interrogatory
.
"
I
'd
like
a
dhrap
now
,
"
continued
the
speaker
,
casting
a
covetous
glance
towards
the
wickered
jar
;
"
mightily
I
wud
that
same
;
but
the
dimmyjan
is
too
near
bein
'
empty
,
an
the
young
masther
might
miss
it
.
Besides
,
it
wud
n't
be
raal
honest
av
me
to
take
it
widout
lave
--
wud
it
,
Tara
?
"
The
dog
again
raised
his
head
above
the
ashes
,
and
sneezed
as
before
.
"
Why
,
that
was
yis
,
the
last
time
ye
spoke
!
Div
yez
mane
is
for
the
same
now
?
Till
me
,
Tara
!
"
Once
more
the
hound
gave
utterance
to
the
sound
--
that
appeared
to
be
caused
either
by
a
slight
touch
of
influenza
,
or
the
ashes
having
entered
his
nostrils
.
"
'
Yis
'
again
?
In
trath
that
's
just
fwhat
the
dumb
crayther
manes
!
Do
n't
timpt
me
,
ye
owld
thief
!
No
--
no
;
I
wo
n't
touch
the
whisky
.
I
'll
only
draw
the
cork
out
av
the
dimmyjan
,
an
take
a
smell
at
it
.
Shure
the
masther
wo
n't
know
anything
about
that
;
an
if
he
did
,
he
wud
n't
mind
it
!
Smellin
'
kyant
do
the
pothyeen
any
harm
.
"
During
the
concluding
portion
of
this
utterance
,
the
speaker
had
forsaken
his
seat
,
and
approached
the
corner
where
stood
the
jar
.
Notwithstanding
the
professed
innocence
of
his
intent
,
there
was
a
stealthiness
about
his
movements
,
that
seemed
to
argue
either
a
want
of
confidence
in
his
own
integrity
,
or
in
his
power
to
resist
temptation
.
He
stood
for
a
short
while
listening
--
his
eyes
turned
towards
the
open
doorway
;
and
then
,
taking
up
the
demijohn
,
he
drew
out
the
stopper
,
and
held
the
neck
to
his
nose
.
