The Union and eastern journal. [volume] (Biddeford [Me.]) 1854-1858, 1854-07-14

fairin' man. that was reported dead /: but
he came back one day, an / resthored him
his wife and children. All, but twas q
proud man was to be free again." I'd. ,u.
With these explanations our converse.
tions for the time terminated but some
days afterwards, colt Of no grrat value,
looking rather slug 'ish and heavy. ! thought
I would tes, Master Peters usefu lness about
,he stables, 80 sent for him to come to lbe
house. I" Peter" said ], "do you think I
could trust YOU to give The black flly a
warm mash this EVENING"" As he stared
at me for n mement or two without replying,
repeated the question.
"Is it marsh, sir !" said he. 4" Sure
I'd like to be plaisin' your honor, any way,
an that's no lie."
As he spoke. however, I fancied | saw a
strange sort Of puzzled expression fit across
his face; but. taking it for granted he knew
what meanl, paid ut the time no atten:.
ton to it. The conversation which followed
Immediately afier, by one Of thos. singular
coincidences which 50 frequently happen IN
life, turning upon The subject OF horses,
tended still more to impress me with that
belief. Now don't laugh, Uroan; for,
though perceive by your quizzical look
that you are pretty well acquainted with
your Irish friend. even you cannot have any
conception Of the manner in which the af-
fair terminated.
"In some egregious blunder, Stanley, I'll
be bound. But, pray. proceed with your
narrative"
"Petrr stood for some time crushing his
hat uneaslly between his hands, and occa-
sionally shifting the weigh, of his gaunt
person from one foOt to anoth r, until ut
length began 10 entertain faint suspic-
ion tha, perhaps he had not exactly under.
stood me aiier all 80 said to him, "a
warm bran mash for the black flly; you
will not forget il, ! hope, Mulrooney :.
"Och, t is an illigant minory have,'
said he, :" an never word dhrops from yer
honor's lips, but I'll be bound TO hold it us
fast a. the lobster did M'Gowk.'
How was that, Peterl" said l.
"Bed,d. sir, but tis quare sthory,"
said he, bursting into one OF his rich laughs.
- You see, sir, there wasn't u handler boy
in The matter of horse.Aesh in all the Coun.
ty Galway than Neal M'Gowk. Ayeh !!
but twas he that had the keen eye for bit
of the raal blood! An 50 the rich genthry
all The country round paihronized him, an
called him Misther M'Ghowk, an trated
him to bit an' u sup; an maybe they
sometimes crossed his hands wild silver and
goold besides. Deed, sir, twas mighty
afIectionate they wor wild him. Twas al-
ways "ihe top o. the morning to ye, Mis-
ther Neal" or, at is glad | am to see 20,
Misther M'Gowk!" For they entertained
a respec, for his scientific requirements in
the matther of horses that was beautiful to
see. Wheniver they wanted to buy splen-
did bunther, or n span OF fine horses Tor my
lady, or pony about the size Of month
ould calf for the chider. who but Neal
M'Gowk must ride wild them to the fairs,
and the markets, and -discoorse upon the
qualities Of the bastes! BY q mysterious
gili he could tell their ages,
"That's not ut oil difficult" said ], a
little contemptuously. "Any fool can tell
that by looking ut their teeth"
"'T il of Irish horses I am spakin,. yei
honor" responded. Peter, with an air OF the
utmost simplicity.
81 know Of no difference between Irish
and American horses in that respect" said
|, laughing.
"Oh, but did ever hear the likes o
that !" exclaimed Peter. "Sure it doesn't
become poor boy to impache your honor
larnin; but hero he cast u queer, side.
long glance ut me from under his half.c
eye.Iids-" there is mt an old maid. wild nll
her silks, an her satins, an her goold, an
her bright, sparklin' jewels, that does Pc
more frac'ious about having her age told
than an Irish horse"
1t was almost impossible to resist this
bul | managed to restrain my disposition TO
burst out into hearty roar, and merely
said, 4" Poh poh! Have done with your
nonsense, Murooney, and 60 on with your
story"
'"Surc enough, u was by the teeth, sir,
that he tould the age of horse; for why
would be telln yer honor q lie about it
But t twas only the coaxing way he had that
put the comeher on the jealous baste, and
persuaded 1t to open its mouth"
"Oh, ! know, you Irish are famous for
barney"
"'Deed, sir, that's thrue, any way" said
Peter. Well, Neal was but poor crayther,
aither oil for, by reason Of the genthry
colloguing .id him, he began to turn cod
shoulder to his old friends, an to brag, an
10 boast, as il he bate the world for wisdom.
Arrah, where was the use of cent man
demaning hisself that way! Well, one day
he took it into his head TO thrav-
el to Dublin for divershin; an mighty
putty divershin he made of it, sure
enough. Och, but It g beauty Of city,
that same Dublin, wild its four coorts, an
ito stra,es o. fine houses, an its College.
green, an its bridges over the LiHey BY.
and by Neal strools 10 the market. Bedad.
but u was an evil janus tux him there,
does be thinkin'! Aither adniring the hapes
of pilatees, an the lashins Of ba'e, an NUT.
ton, an other vegetables of q similar charac.
ter, he comes to fisherman's stall, where
he sees ever 50 many black things pokin'
out their thin legs an drawin' them back
acin, in lazy sort Of way.
What's thin see Neal to the fisher
man.
(" Lobsthers,n scz the man.
"'T is jokin' ye are,' SEE Neal. "Lobs
theirs arc red cray ythers, rs red rs socer's
coats sez he :" for Mistress Hoolagan,
the housekeeper at Squire Dooin's, told me
so."
Mi,thress Hoolagan is q dacent woman,
| an tells the TRUTH sez the fisherman
is the bilin' does it. The hot water
turns 'em."s
"Ayeh! but that bates Bannagher "
ser Neal.
al N be PLACED to sell ye one," seq the
man. "'T is the ilIigantes, atm 'Tis what
they feed the great lords and ladies' upon.'
$50 Neal thought what a mighty ine
thing i. would DO to take lobsther home
wild him, an dine, for wasn't in his life, for
all the world, like q jintleman."
els this baste fat sez Neal, pointin'
wild his finger to the biggest fellow on the