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"
With
the
knife
I
was
able
to
keep
them
off
,
stabbing
as
many
as
I
could
get
a
fair
stroke
at
.
Half-a-dozen
,
I
should
think
,
were
killed
in
this
way
.
"
For
all
that
it
would
have
ended
ill
for
me
.
I
was
becoming
enfeebled
by
the
blood
fast
pouring
from
my
veins
,
and
must
soon
have
succumbed
,
but
for
an
unexpected
chance
that
turned
up
in
my
favour
.
"
I
can
scarce
call
it
chance
.
I
am
more
satisfied
,
to
think
it
was
the
hand
of
God
.
"
On
pronouncing
this
speech
the
young
Irishman
turns
his
eyes
towards
Heaven
,
and
stands
for
a
time
as
if
reflecting
reverentially
.
Solemn
silence
around
tells
that
the
attitude
is
respected
.
The
hearts
of
all
,
even
the
rudest
of
his
listeners
,
seem
touched
with
the
confidence
so
expressed
.
"
It
showed
itself
,
"
he
continues
,
"
in
the
shape
of
an
old
comrade
--
one
ofttimes
more
faithful
than
man
himself
--
my
staghound
,
Tara
.
"
The
dog
had
been
straying
--
perhaps
in
search
of
me
--
though
I
've
since
heard
a
different
explanation
of
it
,
with
which
I
need
not
trouble
you
.
At
all
events
,
he
found
me
;
and
just
in
time
to
be
my
rescuer
.
"
The
coyotés
scattered
at
his
approach
;
and
I
was
saved
from
a
fearful
fate
--
I
may
say
,
out
of
the
jaws
of
death
.
"
I
had
another
spell
of
sleep
,
or
unconsciousness
--
whichever
it
may
have
been
.
"
On
awaking
I
was
able
to
reflect
.
I
knew
that
the
dog
must
have
come
from
my
jacalé
;
which
I
also
knew
to
be
several
miles
distant
.
He
had
been
taken
thither
,
the
day
before
,
by
my
servant
,
Phelim
.
