Southport telegraph. [volume] (Southport, W.T. [i.e. Kenosha, Wis.]) 1840-1850, 1848-12-08

not receiving direct answer to his olt-re.
Peated questions; but Shandy's tone anC
manner were still the same.
Bad scran to the world lie am telln ye
captain. 1t was fshin he was, and the
throut tuck the bait unknownst to him some
way, and pulled him in; may | be Io.d
chancellor, if ii isn't true as am telling H.
The throut pulled him in while ye'd wink
TIE throus hereabouts have the quarest
ways with them-they are the divillishes
! throuts that iver--'
Silence, you villain shouted O'Brien
driving the impeturable Sandy out of the
circle with violence that threatened to
drive him into the river. Its hanged vou'i
be yet for your damnable tricks--you're
never out Of mischief
Hanged repeated Shandy, returning
again and mixing with the excited group.
| Hang cd oh. feen bit a fear av it, captain.
dear; the M'Guires were never given to
such high airs; it disnt shute them these
hard times. But listen to me-whusper a
mint, Mr.. O'Brien.' And he look the Of
! ilcer aside, and communicated, in as few
words as possible, the cause of the unlucky
adventure. When The officer found how
matters stood, he burst into an uncontrDlla-
bic fit of laughter, after which he COM
manded the sergeant to release the prison
ers and move homeward, promising to fol.
low IN a moment.
When Cantwell recovered his senses, he
raised himself TO a sitting posture, rubbed
ms eyes like one just starting from a sound
sleep and looked about him in extreme be-
widerment. But there was no one to be
seen-all was still as death-not a sound
came TO break the lonely silence: even the
sIulcc had ceased to send forth its noisy tide.
He started 10 his feet, raised his hand to feel
for his hat; and ii was gone. As he stood
erect for a moment within the circle form
ed by the torches dying em5ers, the sickIy
Iurld lights seem to concentrate their feeble
rays upon the face of the libertine, as if to
give his hidden spectators view of his de
monlac cOuntenance, now working under
the influence of rage and revengelul pass
ions.
Damnationr he muttcred at length,
grinding his teeth as he hurried from the
place.
Saxon dog!' said deep-toncd voice, al
most IN his very ear as he passed on. BE
gone and remember the lesson the Irish
peasant girl has taught YOU
Cantwell for an instant listened as if he
wished to discover the speaker, then dash
ed forward, and was soon out of sight.
Bat mis!ortunes never come singlv they
say. His horse, disposed to await the re-
turn of his master with patience and resjg-
nation, had bent his head like sensible.
t6hg-Bf5hsasF" .a!ujtii the roots o''"'5 NV
which he was fastened. All of sudden,
however, his quiet thoughts were disturbed,
ana his patience put to Il far seyerer trial
than ever il was exposed TO before. Indeed
the shouts, the cheers, the rush of water,
and the rapid movement of the blazing torch
es, would have started animals Of far high
er prclcns0ns to calmncss of temper than
his had ever been. SO he broke the rc'ns
Of the bride and galloped homewards.-
His master, therefore, was obliged to follow
him in the best manner he could, rcconcil-
cd to his loss, no doubt, by the saIutary re-
Election, that wet garments were both inu
rious to health and very disagreeable on
horseback.