The Port Gibson reveille. (Port Gibson, Miss.) 185?-1857, 1853-04-27
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hould me long twas too bot for that, does
be thinkin'."
/" Humphl You found the widow too fond
Of having her oxn way, suppose
Thruc for you, sir; an mighty crooked
way il was, that same, an that's 20 lie"
" She managed to keep you straight, I dare
say.
I" Straight. Och, by the powers. NTisther
Stanley ye may say that If I'd swallowed
a soger's ramrod tisn't siraighter I'd la
been"
!" And the result was that, not approving
Of the widows discipline you ran away and
left her
Sure, sir, twas aisier done than that
Her FIRST husband, bctthcr luck to him, say,
saved me the throuble o. that. /"
I" Her first husband What has she an-
other husband living?
Oh, yis; one Michael Conolly, sayfar-
in man, that was reported dead but he came
back ono day, an | resthorod him his wife
and childer. Oh, but twas a proud man
was to be free again"
With these explanations, our converse
ton for the time terminated but some days
afterwards, a colt. ofno great value. looking
rather sluggish aud heavy, thought would
test Mr. Peters usefulness about the stables,
SO sent for him to como to the house.
"Peter said / do you think could trust
YOU to give the black fiIly warm mash. this
evening?
AS he stared at me for minute or two
without replying. repeated the question.
as mash, sir p said he sure, I'd
like to be plasin' yer honor anyway, an that's
no lie."
As he spoke, however, ! thought saw
strange sort Of puzzled expression fiat across
bis face but, taking it for granie he knew
what | meant, paid at the time no further
attention to It. The conversation which fol-
lowed Immediately after, by one Of those sin
eular condolences which 50 frequently hap
pen in life, turning upon the subject Of hor-
ses, tended still more TO impress me With that
belief Now don't laugh, Urban for, tho
perceive by your quizzical look that you
arc pretty well acquainted with your Irish
friend, even you cannot possibly have any
conception Of the manner in which the affair
terminated"
In some egregious blunder, Stanley, I'll
be bound. But pray proceed with your mar
ratiye."
Peter stood for some time crushing his
hat uneasily between his hands, and occasions
ally shifting the weight Of his gaunt person
/ from one foot to another, until | began at
length 10 entertain faint suspicion that per-
haps he had not exactly understood me, after
all; so / said to him-
A warm mash for the black flly.-lou
will not forget it. hope, Murooneyf
- Och. lis an Elegant. mimory have,
said ne an niyar a word dhrops from your
honor's lips but I'll be bound to hould It as
the lobsther did Neal McGowk.
How was that, Peter? said /.
"Bedad, sir, but it's quare sthory, SAID
he. bursting out into one Of his rich laughs
You sea, sir there wasn't handler boy IN
the matther Of horse-nesh in tho County OF
Galway than Neal McGowk. Ayeh but
twas lie that bad the keen eye for bit o the
raal blood An so the rich gentry all the
counthry round, pathronizcd him, an called
I him Misther McGowk, an trated him to a
BIT an a sup; an may be they sometimes
crossed his hands wild silver and goold besides
Deed sir. twas mighty afcctionate they
wor wild him. Twas always The top o the
nornin' to ye, Misther Neal, or lis glad 1
am to see ye, Misther McGowk for they
entertained respect for bis scientiheal acquire
meuts in the matther Of horses that was beau
tiful 10 SEQ. Whoniyer they wanted to buy
a splendid hunther, or span OF hne horses
for my lady, or q pony about the size oi a
month ould calf for the chilher, who but
Neal McGowk must ride wild them to the
fairs an the markets, and discoorse upon the
qualities of the bastes ?-By mysterious
giff, he could tell their ages, too
!" That is not at all difficult, said |, little
contemptuously. Any fool can tell that by
looking at their teeth.
"'Tis Of Irish horses am spakin', yer
honor, /" responded Peter, with an air OF the
utmost simplicity.
Il know Of no difference between the
Irish and American horses, in that respect,
said I, laughing.
"Oh, but did | iver hear the likes o that =
exclaimed Peter. Sure it doesn't become
poor boy to impach yer honor's larnin !
bup'-here he cast a queer. sidelong glance
at me from under bis half closed eyelids-
there isn't an old maid, wild all her silks,
an her satins, an her goold, an her bright,
sparklin' Jewels, that does be more fractious
about hayin her age tould than an lrish
horse"
ct was almost impossible to resist this !;
but managed to restrain my disposition TO
burst out into hearty roar, and merely said
apoh poh Have done with your nom
sense, Mulrooney. and 70 or With your story.
Sure enough. twas by The teeth, sir, that
he tould the age Of horse for why would
be tellin' yer honor lie aboutit But twas
only the coaxin' way be had, that put the
comether on the jealous baste, and persuaded
it to open its mouth.
All, / know; you Irish are famous for
blarney.
e'Deed sir. that's tbrue any way said
Peter. "Well Neal was but poor cray
ther, afshcr all; for, by rason OF the senth,Ty
collouging wild him, he began to turn the
could shouldher to bis ould frinds, an @
brag, an to boast, as if be bate the world Tor
wisdom. Arrah, where was The use OF a da-