Southport telegraph. [volume] (Southport, W.T. [i.e. Kenosha, Wis.]) 1840-1850, 1840-12-22

| Gil, here'S CROWN said the stran-
| ger producing well-fIled purse, .and
when see the birds you shall have the
| mate to it,
rats eyes winked as he saw the well
filled purse, and his fingers fdgetted about
the cluo. lie took the money and in ST.
lence strobe forth into the morass.
After pursuing a laybrinth-like path
through bog for some time, Pat leading
the way in sulen silence, they came to
some higher ground and were instantly
among the birds. For some time the sports
man pursued his vocation, bird after bird,
taiiing, and Pat proving most excellent re-
'rleVer; at last a couple of snipe rose at the
same moment. Bang bang! went the bar
rels, and the birds were futtering in the
agonles OF death. Instead of picking up
the BIRDS as usual, Pat now made spring
at the sportsman, and before he was aware
OF his determination, Pat snatched the gun
from his hands, and fourishing his club
over his head, CRED out
"Now, we spalpeen of an Anglaser,
what wad yer say if was to break your
tory skull, yer orange william? Just be
atther handing ma that purse with tina
swate shining gould, or by the club of ST.
Patrick ye'llniver sa Dublin again" 1.-THE
sportsman hands over the purse.) "And
now yev been SO very kind as 10 lind ma
yer money, yell just be arther showing US
The time o'day ma lad; give us hould of
the beautiful Playthin." (The watch fol-
lowed the purse" 8. Yer a good natured
cratur, enough, and as harmless as the
birds yer KILN; and now | tnk of it, We
say Pm hungry, so you'll no be after q re-
tuslng ma the bag of snipe, and it's heavy
1t Is. The young man gave him up the
game-bag with mournful countenance.)
Bad luck to We for a taft o the world don't
We sa we've a good coat on your dirty back
and yer bethers, that's me, Patrick O'Bal-
lyshan hasn't as much as a rag to his ille-
legant shoulders"
But Pat, my good fellow, you don't in
tend TO strip me and leave me to perish
this cold day in the bog?"
"And be japers, that's life that's too
good for the likes of We, SO off wild yer
clots afore split you bloody tory scull;-
and its little help ye'll get from meself to
get out OF the bog; and by the powers if
We find yer way out yerself, why you'll
be the first as ever did, and should we hap
pen TO die in the bog, why then it isn't me
that have the numbering of we on my con-
sciencc any how"
Well" said the poor sportsman, "I
suppose | must give you ALL" and putting
his hands to his breast, as if to pull off his
coat, he produced brace of double bar
relied pistols!-and presenting them to
the head Of the astonished robber, he ex-
claimed, "Now you numbering william lead
the way out of the bog. You shall have
the pleasure of carrying my traps to town
and if you but turn your head, III put a
brace of bullets through youra'carcass.-
Now then, march!'
80 sure and it's meself as'll be delight
ed TO do that same, and with all the pleas
ure in life; wasn't only joking about the
coat and the tings and didn't | intend to be
after carrying yer honor's gun, saying yer
honor was mighty fatigued and tired, faint,
but yer hadn't be after Citing in such
passion with a poor innocent boy, as is
willing to work all the days of his life for
such a swate lord as yerself"
And Pat tramped forward with the load
caught in his own trap, for when he ar
rived in town the police at once recognized
him as daring rascal, who had long eva
ded justice, and as two persons had lately
mysteriously disappeared near this bog, We
ry little doubt remained of their fate. The
young sportsman had most probably to
thank his precaution and GOODNESS without
which he would have shared their comfort
able resting place the snipe bog.