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He
was
--
had
been
,
almost
from
the
moment
of
re-establishing
himself
within
the
circle
of
his
cabriesto
.
The
revanche
obtained
over
his
late
disturber
had
acted
as
a
settler
to
his
nerves
;
and
once
more
was
he
enjoying
the
relaxation
of
perfect
repose
.
For
nearly
an
hour
did
this
contrasting
duet
continue
,
varied
only
by
an
occasional
recitative
in
the
hoot
of
the
great
horned
owl
,
or
a
cantata
penserosa
in
the
lugubrious
wail
of
the
prairie
wolf
.
At
the
end
of
this
interval
,
however
,
the
chorus
recommenced
,
breaking
out
abruptly
as
before
,
and
as
before
led
by
the
vociferous
voice
of
the
Connemara
man
.
"
Meliah
murdher
!
"
cried
he
,
his
first
exclamation
not
only
startling
the
host
of
the
hut
,
but
the
guest
so
soundly
sleeping
outside
.
"
Howly
Mother
!
Vargin
av
unpurticted
innocence
!
Save
me
--
save
me
!
"
"
Save
you
from
what
?
"
demanded
his
master
,
once
more
springing
from
his
couch
and
hastening
to
strike
a
light
.
"
What
is
it
,
you
confounded
fellow
?
"
"
Another
snake
,
yer
hanner
!
Och
!
be
me
sowl
!
a
far
wickeder
sarpent
than
the
wan
Misther
Stump
killed
.
It
's
bit
me
all
over
the
breast
.
I
feel
the
place
burnin
'
where
it
crawled
across
me
,
just
as
if
the
horse-shoer
at
Ballyballagh
had
scorched
me
wid
a
rid-hot
iron
!
"
"
Durn
ye
for
a
stinkin
'
skunk
!
"
shouted
Zeb
Stump
,
with
his
blanket
about
his
shoulder
,
quite
filling
the
doorway
.
"
Ye
've
twicest
spiled
my
night
's
sleep
,
ye
Irish
fool
!
'S
cuse
me
,
Mister
Gerald
!
Thur
air
fools
in
all
countries
,
I
reck
'n
,
'M
erican
as
well
as
Irish
--
but
this
hyur
follerer
o
'
yourn
air
the
durndest
o
'
the
kind
iver
I
kim
acrost
.
Dog-goned
if
I
see
how
we
air
to
get
any
sleep
the
night
,
'
less
we
drownd
him
in
the
crik
fust
!
"
"
Och
!
Misther
Stump
dear
,
do
n't
talk
that
way
.
I
sware
to
yez
both
there
's
another
snake
.
I
'm
shure
it
's
in
the
kyabin
yit
.
It
's
only
a
minute
since
I
feeled
it
creepin
'
over
me
.
"
"
You
must
ha
'
been
dreemin
?
"
rejoined
the
hunter
,
in
a
more
complacent
tone
,
and
speaking
half
interrogatively
.
"
I
tell
ye
no
snake
in
Texas
will
cross
a
hosshair
rope
.
The
tother
'
un
must
ha
'
been
inside
the
house
afore
ye
laid
the
laryitt
roun
'
it
.
'
Taint
likely
there
keel
ha
'
been
two
on
'em
.
We
kin
soon
settle
that
by
sarchin
'
.
"
