Phenix gazette. [volume] (Alexandria [D.C.]) 1825-1833, 1825-08-30

Accordingly, on the morrow, Mick
departs with his cow.
Twas a fine day, and the u shone
brightly on the old abbey as he passed
under them he then crossed an extern
sive mountain tract, and after six long
miles he came to the top of that hill
Bottle hill tits called now, but that was
not the name of it then, and just there
a man overlook him. " Good NOR
row." says he. "Good Morrow, kind
ly," says Mick, looking at the stranger,
who was a little map-you'd almost
call him a dwarf, only he wasn't quite
so little neither; he had a bit of an old
wrinkled, yellow face, for all the world
like a dried cauliAower, only he had a
sharp little nose, and red eyes, and
white hair, and his lips were not red,
but all his face was n colour, and his
eyes never were quiet, but looking at
every thing, and, although they were
red, they made Mick feel quite cold
when he looked at them. In truth he
did not much like the little gentleman's
company; and he couldn't see n bit
Of his legs o his body, for, though
the day was warm, he was all wrapped
up in a big great coat. Mick drove
his cow something faster, but the little
man kept up with him. Mick didn't
know how he walk'd for he was almost
afraid to look at him, and to cross
himself, for fear the old man would be
angry. Yet he thought his fellow-tra-
weller did not seem to walk like other
men, nor to put one foot before the o.
thcr, but to glide over the rough road,
and rough enough it was, like a sha-
dow, without noise and without effort.
Mick's heart trembled within him, and
he said a prayer to himself, wishing he
hadn't come out that day, or that he
was on Fair-hill, or that he hadn't the
cow to mind, that he might run away
from the bad thing-when in the midst
of his fears, he was again addressed by
his companion"
THE stranger, finding that he is go
inc to sell his cow, offers to become
| tie purchaser, and to give an empty
bottle, which he produces, in exchange;
this proposition is of course received
a, first with scorn, but, after some adj
mirable dialogue, Mick finally consents
and the little man leaves him with the
following directions: -,
"When you go home, never mind II
your wife is angry, but be quiet your
self, and make her sweep the room
clean, set the table u right, and spread
a clean cloth over it; then put the bot
tie Oh the ground, saying these words;
sBottle, do your duty and you will see
the end of it,"
Mick accordingly goes home, NUT,
tering prayers, and holding fas. the bot
tie. :,
"And what would do if it broke
thought he. ooh! but I'll take care
of that" So he put it into his bosom
and went on, anxious to prove his bot
tie, and doubling of the reception he
should meet from his wife. Balancing
his anxieties with his expectation, his
fears with his hopes, he reached home
in the evening and surprised his vile,
sitting over the turf fire in the big
chimney. -.
ooh Mick, are you come back:
Sure you weren't at Cork all the way!
What has happened to you? Where
is the Cow? Did YOU sell her? How
much money did you get for her!
What news have you? Tell US every
thing about it,"
"Why, then, Molly, if you'll give
me time, I'll tell you all about 1t. II
YOU want to know where the COW IS,
;tisn't Mick can tell you, for the never
a know does he know where h Is
now" = :.
ooh! then, you sold her; and where's
the money!"
"Arrah! stop awhile, Molly, and I'll
tell you all about it"
"But what bottle is that under your
waistcoat?" said Molly, spying Its neck
sticking out. :,
"Why, then, be easy now, cantyou,,
says Mick, "till ! tell it to YOU, and
putting the bottle ON the table. That's
all l got for the cow"
His poor wife was thunderstruck'
"All YOU got! and what good is that.
Mick? Oh! never thought you were
such fool; and what'n we do for the
rent, and what ;,
"Now, Molly" says Mick, can,
YOU hearken to reason? Didn't l tel
YOU how the old man, or whatsoever
he was, met memo, he did not mee'
me neither, but he was there with me
on the big hill, and how he made me
sell him the cow. and told me the Dol,
lie was the only thing for me-"
eyes, indeed the only thing Tor you.
YOU fool" said Molly, Selling the Dot,
lie to hurlit at her poor husbands head
but Mick caught it, and quickly liol
he minded the old mans ADVICE zoos
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