Plymouth banner. (Plymouth, Marshall County, Ind.) 1852-1855, 1853-08-04

ing upon the subject of horses. tended
still more TO impress me with the belief.
Now don't laugh, Urban, fox. though !
perceive by your quizzical look that you
are pretty well acquainted with your Irish
friend. even you cannot possibly have
any conce ption of the manner in which
the affair terminated
In some egregious blunder. Stanly, I'll
be bound. But pray proceed with your
narrative
Peter stood for some time crushing his
hat uneasily between his hands. and oc-
ca sionally shifting the weight of his
gaunt person from one foot to another,
until began at length to entertain faint
suspicion that perhaps he had not exact
ly understood me, after all; SO ! said TO
him
a warm bran mash for the black fill
ly. You will not forget it | hope, Null
rooney?
Och. It's an illigant mimory | have
said he; 'an' niver word dhrops from
yer honcr's lips but I'll be bound to hould
it as fast as the lObsther did Neal Nc
Gowk.'
How was that. Peter?' said l..
'Bedad, sir. but tits a square sthory.
said he, bursting out into one of his rich
laughs. You see sir, there wasn't hand
ier boy in the matther of horse flesh in
all County Galways than Neal McGowk.
Ayeh! but twas he that had the keen eye
for bit Of the raal blood. An so the
rich genthry all the thry round path
ronized him, an called him Misther Nc
Gowk. an trated to bit an sup; an
may be they sometimes crossed his hands
wild silver an goold beside. Deed sir,
twas mighty affectionate they wor wild
him. Twas always The top o. the morn
in TO ye. Mis,her Neal or This glad
am to see ye, Misther McGowkr for they
entertained a respect for his scieniifical
requirements in the matter of horse that
was beautiful to see. WhenIver they
wanted 10 buy splendid hunther, or
span of fine horses for my lady. or pony
about the size of a month ould calf for
the chlldher, who but Neal McGowk must
kets, an discourse upon the qualities of
the basis? BY MYSTERIOUS gilt. he could
tell their ages, too
That is not at all difficult said l, a
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 Irish
and Anne rican horses in that res pect,' said
|. laughing.
oh, but did l liver hear the likes o.
that!' exclaimed Peter. Sure it doesn't
become poor boy to impache yer hon.
or's larnin; but'-here he cast a queer.
sidelong glance at me from under his half
closed eyelids-'there isn't an oud maid,
wild all her silks. an her satins. an her
goold. an her bright. sparkln' jewels,
that does be more fractious about havin'
her age tould than an Irish horse
1T was almost impossible to resist this;
but / managed to restrain my disposition
to burst out into hearty roar, and mere
ly said
'Poh poll! Have done with your non
sense. Mulroone!. aud go on with your
story
Sure enough. twas by the teeth, sir,
that he told the age of horse; for why
would | be tellin' yer honor lie about
it? But twas only the coaxin' way he
had that he put the comether on the jeal-
Gus baste, and persuaded it to open its
mouth
'Ah. know; you Irish are famous for
blsrney.'
Deed sir, that's thrue, any way, said
Peter. Well Neal was but poor cray
ther. after all; for. by reason of the gen.
thry cologuing wild him, he began to turn
the could shoulder TO his old friends. an
to brag. an, to boast, as IL he bate the
world for wisdom. Arrah. where was the
use of dacent man demaneing himself
in that way? Well, one day he took it
into his head to thravel to Dublin for di-
varshin, an mighty purity divarshin he
made Of it. sure enough. Och, but it's
beauty of city, that same Dublin. wild
its four coorts. an it's strates O. fine
houses. an its college green. an its bridge
over the Lifey! But by an by. Neal
sthrolls to the market. Bedad, but twas
his evil JANUS TUX him there. l does be
thinkin'! Af:her admirin' the hapes of
ptatees. and the lashins of bafe, an NUT
ton an other vegita bles of similar
characlher, he comes TO fiisherman's
stall. where he sees liver so many black
things pokin' out their thin legs and
dhrawin' them back agin in lazy sort Of
a way.
What's thim? sez Neal to the fisher.
man.
'Lobsthers,' sez the man.
IT'S jokin' ye are sez Neal. LOB.
sthe:s are red craythers, red sojer's
coat sez he; for Misthfess Hoolsgan. the
house-keeper ct Squire Doolin's tould me
so.'
'Misthress Hoolagan is dacent woman