The Belmont chronicle, and farmers, mechanics and manufacturers advocate. [volume] (St. Clairsville, Ohio) 1848-1855, 1854-07-21
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OF Galway than Neal MGowk. Ayeh! but
twas he that had the keen eye for a bi,
Of the real blood! An so the rich gonthry
all the country round pathronized him, an
called him Misther M'Gowk, an trated him
to bit an sup; an maybe they sometimes
crossed his hands wild silver and goold besides.
Deed, sir, twas mighty affectionate they
wor wild him. Twas always 'The top o. the
morhin' to ye, Misther Neal or Otis glad
am to see ye, Misther M'Gowkp For they
entertained respect for his scientfical ac.
quirements in the mattheT of horses that was
beautiful to see. Wheniver they wanted to
buy splendid hunther, or a span of fine
horses for my lady, or pony about the size
of month-ould calf for the childher, who
but Neal M'Gowk must ride wild them to the
fairs, an the markets, an discoorse upon the
qualities of the bastes! BY a mysterious
gift 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 ho-
nour," responded Peter, with an air of the
utmost simplicity.
81 know OF no difference between Irish g.
American horses in that respect" said /,
laughing.
"Oh, but did iver hear the likes O. that"'
exclaimed Peter. "Sure it doesn't become a
poor boy to impache your henour's larnn';
but'-here he cast queer, sideloDg glance
at me from under his half-closed eyelds--
"there isn't an ould maid, wild al! her silks,
an her satins, an her goold. on her bright,
sparklin' jewels, that does be more tractious
about havn' her age tould than an Irish
horse'
1t almost impossible to resist this; but ]
managed to restrain my disposition to burst
out into hearty roar, and merely said,
"Poh! poh! Have done with your nonsense,
Mulrooney, and 60 on with your story"
"Sure enough twas by the teeth, sir, that
he toud the age of horse for why would
be teln' yer honour lie about it? But
twas only the coaxin' way he had that put
the comether on the jealous baste, and per-
suaded It to open its mouth"
"Ah, know you Irish are famous for
barney"
"Deed, sir, that's thrue, any way" said
Peter. "Well, Neal was but poor crayther,
quing wild him, he began to turn the cowld
shouldher to his ould trinds, an to brag, an
to boast, as if he bate the world for wisdom.
Arrah, where was the use Of a dacent man
demaning hisself in that way? Well, one
day he took it into his head to thrael to
Dublin for dvarshn; 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 its strates O. fine
houses, an its Colege-green, an its bridges
over the Litfey! By-an'-by, Neal sthrolls to
the market. Bedad, but twas his evil JANUS
TUX him there, does be thinkin'! Afther
admiring the hapes of pitatees, and the
lashins of bafe an mutton, an other vegta-
| bles of similar characther, he comes to q
| fisherman'S stall, where he sees iver so many
black things pokin' out their thin legs an
dhlawin' them back again, in lazy sort of q
! way.
"'What's thimp sez Neal to the fisherman
! "Lobsthcrs,' seq the man.
""Tis jokin' ye are,' seq Neal. 'Lobsthers
are red craythers, as red as sojers' coats sez
he; 'fo- Misthers Hoolagan, the housekeeper
at Squire Doolln's tould ME so.'
".Misthress Hoolagan is dacent woman
an tells the thruth,' sez the fisherman. "Tis
the biln' does it, The hot wather turns 'em.
".Ayeh! but that bates Bannagher! seq
Neal.
".I'll be PLACED to sell ys one, sez the
man. 'Tis the iligantest atm! IT'S that
they feed the great lords and ladies upon
$50 Neal thought what mighty fine thing
! loh
an dine, for wonst in his life, for all the
world, like jnteman.'
! ".Is this baste fatp sez Neal, pointin' wild
his finger to the biggest fellow on the boord.
".Begorra, ye might thry him down an
make sparm candles out of him. sez the
| fisherman.
".But it sthrikes me the baste isn't young
sez Neal, obviously.
"eTis aisy to see ioryerself,' ezthe fisher
man, silly.
"tHow will do that?' sez Neal.
"Hasn't he got two mouths wild teeth il
'emp sez the fisherman.
"Bedad, but that's thrue,' sez Neal.
"An', wild that, he lays hould of it,, boul'
as brass-whin WOW! clip goes the claw
into his hand
"'Och, murthern cries Neal, shakin' hi
hand wild the black lobsther clingn' to it, an
,t,o o,,,,,,, .' about like monkey on barrel
organ. .Murther! I'll be kn.eed 'ntrely' say
he. Take the baste off, will ye! IT'S dea'
f man am this blessed day! Och! wirra
wirra! what'll become of Biddy an tn
! childher! Murther! murther! the varmlnt
sucking all the blood from my body, I'll
that makes tho lobsthers SO red. Sure
ought to have known ii afore. Oh, blsse
Saint Pathrick, what'll | do! Good people
have pity on me! 'ris poor divil am
i wild a wife an six childher down in Galway
r Take the baste off, | say! Will any goo
Iiintleman cut his head of, or run knit
down his throat?
: "But the crowd they ..wor screechin' wi
D laughter, an houldin' their sides, an nlver
| soul of 'em wild his cleayer.
1 "'Hould yer hand down upon the boord
e sez he to Neal. And, wild that, he chopt o
n the claws, an set M'Gowk free.
L utNoy I'll nav va for the lobsther, If Y