Staunton spectator, and general advertiser. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 183?-1849, 1840-11-12
JIM SULIVAN'S ADVENTURES IN
THE GREAT SNOW.

JIM SULIvAN'S ADVENTURES IN
THE GREAT SNOW.
Being a ninth extract from the legacy Of the
late Francis Purcell, p. p. of Drumcoolagh.
Jim Sullivan was dacent, honest boy as
you'd find in the seven parishes, an he was
beautiful singer, an an Elegant dancer in
iirely, an Il mighty pleasant boy i'll himself;
but he had the divii's bad luck, for he mar
rid for love, an av course he never had an
asy minute after. Nell German was the girl
he fancied, an a beautiful slip of 4 girl she
was, jist twInty TO the minute when he mar
ried her. She was as round an as complate
in all her shapes as firkin' you'd think. an
her two checks was as fat an as red, it id
open your heart TO look at them, But beauty
is not the thing all through, an as beautiful
as she was, she had the divil's tongue, an
the divil's timper, an the divil's behaviour
all out; an it was impossible for him to be
in the house with her while you'd count
ten, without havin' an argument, an as sure
as she riz an argument with him she'd hit
him wipe iv skillet or whatever lay next
to her hand. Well, this wasn't at all plasin'
to jim Sullivan you may be sure, an there
was scarce a week that his head wasn't plas-
thcrcd up, or his back bint double, or his nose
swelled as big as a pittaty, with the Whence
of her timper, an his heart was scalded ev.
erlastinly with her tongue; so he had no pace
or quietness III body or sowl at all at all, with
the way she was goin' on. Well, Your non
or, one cowld snowin' evenin' he kim in
afther his days work regulatin' the men in
the farm, an he sat down very quiet by the
fire, for he had scrimnidge with her in the
inornin,' an all he wanted was an air iv the
fire in pace; so divil word he said but
dhrew stool an sat down close to the fire.
Well, as soon as the woman saw him, Move
af,' says she, San don't be inthrudin' an the
fire. says she. Well, he kept never mindin'
an didn't let an to hear word she was say
in; SO she kim over, an she had spoon in
her hand, an she took ist the smallest taste
in lifeiv the boilin' wather out iv the pot,
an she dropped it down an his shins, an
with that he let roar you'd think the roof
i'd fly aft iv the house. How'd your tongue.
your barbarian says she, you'll wake the
child says she. AN ifI done right says
he, for the spoonful of boiiiu' wather riZ him
intirely, I'D take YOURSELF says he, san' I'D
stuff you into the pot an the fire, an boil
you,' says he, into castor OIL says he
That's purity behaviour says she; its fine
usage you're givin' me, isn't it ? says she,
gettln' wickeder every minute; 'but before
I'm boiled says she, 'try how you like Mat,'
says she; an sure enough, before he had
time TO put up his guard, she hot him rale
terrible click Nv the iron spoon across the
jaw. 'Hould me, some wye, or I'll muir
dher her. says he. will you1' says She,
an with that she hot him another tin times
as good as the first. BY jabers,' says he,
slappin' himself behind, that's the last sa-
lutte you'll ever give me- says he, so take
my last bessin,' says he, you ungovernable
baste,' says he-an' with that he pulled an
his hat an walked out iv the door, Well,
she never minded word he said, for he used
to say the same thing all as one every time
she dhrew blood; an she had no expectation
at all but he'd come back by the time supper
Id be ready; but fax the story didn't 90 quite
so simple this time, for while he was walk
ln,' lonesome enough, down the borheen,
with his heart almost broke with the pain,
for his shins an his Jaw was mighty troub-
lesome, av course, with the treatment he got,
who did he see but Mick HanlOn, his uncIe's
saTvaDt By, ridin' down, quiet an asy, an the
ould black horse, with d halter as long as
himself. is that Mr.. Sooliyan 2 says the
6y, says he, as soon as he saw him good bit
aft. 80 be sure it is, ye spalpeen you,' says
jim, roarln ont; what do you want wild me
this time a-day 2 says he. 'i>on't you know
me SeJS the SoSSOOH, III MICK RAMON
that's in it, says he. .Oh, blur an ayers,
thin, it's welcome you are, Micky ashore,
says Jim; how is all wild the man an the
woman beyant 2 says he. 'Oh!' says Mic
ky, 'bad enough says he; 'the ould mans
jst aft, an if you don't hurry like shot, says
he, hell be in glory before you get there,
says. he. Its jokin' ye are,' says jim. sor-
rrowful enough, for he was mighty partial to
his uncle intirely. 'Oh, not in the smallest
taste says Micky, 'the breath was jist out iv
him. says he, when left the farm an says
he--take the ould black horse says he, 'for
he's shure-tooted for the road says he, san'
bring jim Soolivan here says he, for think
ia die asy afI could see him onst,' says he.'
Well says jim, will have time,' says he.
'to go back to the house? for it would be a
consolation says he, sto tell the bad news to
the woman says he. Its too late you are
already says Micky, $50 come up behind
me, for Gods sake says he, 'an' don't waste
time;' an with that he brought the horse up
beside the ditch, an jim SooIivan mounted
up behind Micky, an they rode af, an tin
good miles 1t was iv road, an at tho other
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