Lewisburg chronicle. [volume] (Lewisburg, Pa.) 1850-1859, 1853-04-22

BY sYLvAsus URBAN, TIE YOUNGER.

Il "STHRANdE things does be happenir
sometimes in the ould country, Misthe
Urbin," said Peter, gravely; shut til
sthrangest adventher of all 1 remimbe
r, wor that as befell Shamus O'Shaushness
:, whin the sojers wor hot fut afther him il
among the mountains. Ye see, sir, Sha
! mus-he's undher the sod now, an ma,
the heavens be his bed was somehow O.
tother MKT up wid the rebellion of nine
: ty-eight. Sorra bit o me knows how, bu
sure it must ha' been hangin' matthor
p. L does be thinkin', for he was forced int,
: hidin' acrass the hills till the storm should
blow over.
"Well, as bad luck I'D have it, wan af
thernoon, as he wor sittin' afore the dnre
OF bit cabin he had constructed of turf
an stones, thinkin' of his wife an chill.
dher, an takin', now an thin, a dhrop of
potheen from great jug at his side, by
way OF comfortn' his loneliness, he seen
comm through the little gap forenent
him, ragged gcrsoon, an in the liviPs
own haste, for his fathers wor sthramin'
in the wind.
"' Well, Dinnis, ma bouchal, what is
1t I! SEE Shamus, for sure he know'd there
wor throuble to the fore, when the boy
come penethratin' to his saicret place wild
out sayin' 'by yer lave
"' Run. run :. seq Dinnis, blowin' like
young grampus; run, Shamus, the So
jers is comm y
"shamus looked through the gap, an
begorra they wor comm, sure enough. So
wldout waitin' to put on his hat an his
brogues, by rason that he hadn't apy, he
tux another great drink of the p6theen,
from natheral affeckshun he had for that
same, an to forthify his stomach agir' the
bitther cowld wind o the hills. Faix, tits
little | know how much he TUX of the
crayther that time; but sure 'twor mighty
big mouthful, any way.
Boundin' across the hills like a deer
wild the red-coats afther him in full crv:
now doublin' this away, an now turnin'
that, Shamus put out the strength that
was in him, wild the hope of LAWN bis pur-
shuers behint him. But och they stuck
to him like poverty to a poor man, an,
maxim circle round him, begun to dhraw
In upon him on all sides. Musha thin.
but twas bad way Shamus wor in; but
he put bould face on the matther. an
breas,in' the mountain, rowled down 10th.
er side, catchin' at the furze an bushes as
he wlnt along, TO break the weight of his
fall. springin' to his feet agin at the bot
tom, he run, wild all the speed be could
musther, till the sun wor wellnigh down,
an all the breath wor LAWN his BODY en-
tLirely. THROWN hisself at the fut of a
hill, by way of resthoratin' his wind, he
could hear the cries of the sojers calm
to their comrades over the mountain at the
back of him.
"'Augh! the curse o Cromwell to yees"
sez Shamus; sure tits bothered We are
this time, any way. But oh, tattheration y
sez he, lookin' round suddintly, { how will
| git out of this qualc place ? sure It's
thrap I'm in, wild the stape hills on wan
side, an great black bog on t'other.-
Och, nurther " sez be, but what 'ull | do
now?'
"All at wanst, as he wor pondherin'
over his misforthinct situation, he hears,
hard by, the pattherin' of little feet, for
all the wureld like the first rain dhrops of
a shower: an, lookin down, what should
he see forenent him, but quare little man
not higher nor my knee, dhressed all in
black, wild quare little cooked hat on his
head, an raal goold buckles in his square.
toed shoes.
Och och = seq Shamus to hisself.
It's smudherin' wild the birthstone am
But maybe the weeny trayther won't
barum poor boy that's in throuble, afther
all. IT'S betther Ispake till him civily;
sure that costs nothin', any howl
"How are ye, Shamus p scz the little
ould gintlemau, wild a crack in his voice
like pinny thrumpet.
" Purity well, thank ye,' sez Shamus.
How is it wild yerself, an all yer little
fosther brothers, an sisters, an aunts, an
uncles, an gran fathers, an gran mothers?'
"' Hearty? SCI he, 'Im PLACED to say
"'Sure it does me good to hear it, sez
Shamus; an the purity wife, wild her in
therestin' family, the childher that she
does be putin to bed in egg-shelis; may
be so bould as to ak if they've got we'll
over the maisles, an the scarlet rash, wild
out sindin' for the docther?'
Make yer mind aisy on that score,
Shamus, sez the little man.
"Loug life an good luck to ye, thin,
dhrunk or sober, for tits happy husband