Raftsman's journal. [volume] (Clearfield, Pa.) 1854-1948, 1854-12-06
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THE MIsFoRTuNEs OF DENNIS o'aRALL.
Owing to Having Pig IN the Family.

THE MIsFoRTUNEs OF DENNIS o'aRALL.
Owing to Having Pig IN the Family
.Sorry's the day liver left ould Ireland,
exclaimed Dennis O'Graal, to his new mas
ter, Peter Cornelius.
why, Dennis what reason can you possi-
bly, have for disliking this glorious Republic,
where every individuals on an equal footingf
sAqual futtin, is it7 Oh! blather-barrin
your prisence-I'd argufy the mstther. Divil
sthroke of luck KEN akrass me since put
my fut on Amerikin sile. OmadharH what
country it is for misforthin! Av ye'll plase
listen, I'll tell We all about misforthunit eyint
that ruinated meself and the ould woman,
that's been walked this day twelvemonth.'
Peter Cornelius signified his willingness to
hear Dennis's story, which he Immediately
commenced, seemingly delighted at having
an auditor.
We'll, thin forninst all, ye must know lazem
out to this country in a laky ould ship, that
for eight mortal weeks did nothin but pitchin,
an tossin, an crackin, an twistin itself;
which same disordhered my bowels dhridfully
was long time sthriven to ate pitaties, but
the divil pitaty would stay in my stomach
And the ould woman TUX the fever So you
see, was compelled to Go double juty, and
feed the two childher broth wild spoon
And that's the way it was KEN to Ameriky.
Ne fusht misfortin comminccd in N-lork.
! was sittin wild Mary an the two childher. on
nv property, wondherin if there was iveraway
at all to Injeanny, where was towld, I'd get a
purity farm for the akin, when big country
man axed me-sAre We from County Kerry p
How dive know that at all p sez l.
sFaix,' seq he, i ken from the same place
meself.'
Are ye long in America p sez l..
Two years Your name is Dennis O'Grall,
sez he; (the tafe spied it on the chist.)
Who the divil,' seq l, 'towld you that y
Oh, botheration.' sez he, wasn't frind
av yer father, before ye, and be the same to-
ken I'd be happy to sarve the son.
.Ye was p sez 1, sthe diyil betther irind
We niver had, thin. What's yer name p
Terrence Doyle sez he, 'and an honesther
name than that same, niver twirled a shillaleh.'
Well, thin,' sez L, 'Misther Doyle, I'll not
waste me breath disputin' that same wild you.
Ye'd plase me nightly by insthructin me in
the chapest road to Injeanny.'
sBedad,' seq he, sI'm the boy can do that
In the first place tell me how much money
we've got wild yeesa'
Forty pounds sez l.
Thin sez Terrence, give me twiuty pound,
and I'll fetch the tickets that'll take yees all
the way to Injeanny by stame
SO TUX twinty pound in goold. an gev it to
Terrence, an he gave me back weeny bit of
paper, wild a stameboat on il, an that TUX me to
Albany. an the divil fut further could go
wild il. I tho't to meself Terrence was a great
rascal, but that didn't mend the matther at all
Wild good luck and bad luck, | got out to
Inieanny, and tux a cabin in a little town wild
quare name, that disremember now. So
bought pig to slape wid the childher; 'thwas
as purity pig as ye'd see from this to Cork,
but the divil was in it, for it was the ruination
av me family. The first night it slept wild the
childher it ate little Pats aire clane off; and
thin, afther il got accustomed to the family,
il Tux sick an died. The poor childher made
sich hullabaloo about it, that tux it off in the
night an berried it in box. 1 was very sorry to
be tossin the sod on poor pig, for the childher
had named it afther little Tommy that was
dead; and the thinkin, that made me wape like
a eo,soon. The next mornin, who should con-
frunt me vishion, bu. buddy ould thafe of a
polace officer, akin me very porlitcly that
was his pris'nur. Oh, go long wild Yer foolinl'
seq 1, sand don't be bothsrin dacent citiZen.'
With that the divil whispered, ! on was dis
covered, last night convayin mighty suspish-
Ms box into the woods and berrien it; so come
along asy.' In about tin minnts | was board
in and lodgin at the expinse of the corpora
shun. and diyil hair l knew what twas all
about but that doesn't matther
sPurty soon, in KEN anuther thafeketcher,
an axed would give me Testimony on the
Crowner's inquest7 An widout waitin for yes
or no, he whispered me out in the courtyard.
sAh! be me sowl, there was purity sight!
Ne ould woman consunain wild grafe, the big
tears rollin out ay her blue eyes, an the two
childher disthressin thimselves wid the wake
they war makiu over pig Tommyi for some
ouId canebual bad unberried the pig, an livery
body vas AKIN wat was in the hox7 an little