East Saginaw courier. (East Saginaw, Mich.) 1859-18??, 1865-05-24


eyes in the regions below.
The transition from the light O
day TO tho glare of numerous lamp
and huge subterranean fires was be
wildering to the half unconsciou
piper. He looked about and behel,
scores Of hideous looking figures
black as Erebus, making a grea
clamor, and grinning horribly--amons
them (the ugliest of the ugly) his Ole
neinhbor and once tippling COM amor
Micky McCrau, the Irish drayman.
"Och, murder!-murder! Wher,
am /, Micky Asthores" he cried catch
ing the black vagabond by the hand
and jumping to his feet in the wildes
frenzy. ' "t oi Hmu
In hell, Paddy boy" was the saw
age reply, uttered with diaboIica
grin. - t-a %
Ibid I die, Mike" he asked again
sinking down on loose heap o
broken coal near the fire, and looking
piteously at his old companion. f1
"Thats what you did, Paddy, and
in one of your drunken sprees, too
same as i did three years ago." was
the consoling reply. LHA -ai
Sand whisper, you know we were
always old friends, long ago; tell me
will they torment hereY"
"And who put that in your silly
head, Paddy bOy?' replied the friend
you're among decent people here al
last--not like the black-guards OF
Knocknashee parish. We seldom get
good piper down here, and when
we do we treat him as he ought to be
treated"
This was no small relief to the poo,
piper, who expected of course to be
put to gentle simmer over the fire.
He now took courage to stand up,
and asked his friend in treinulous
voice:
Where is the master, Mike? I'd
like to be after seeing his honor"
Here l am, yer soul ye," roared
out burly, big-headed, broad-shoul-
dered collier, extending his black fist
to the dininutive piper, who was pale
with terror, and trembling from limb
TO limb. Don't be afraid, paddy"
he continued, "you served me upon
the earth, now I'll stand by you in
my country; you'll see if l don't"
How, your Imperial Majesty
demanded Pat, assuming more cour-
age, and kissing the black bunch of
fves extended to him by this counter
part of Satan.
Every way, my son." replied the
fiend "make yourself at home, and
be happy among u.s."
"And sure, your honor has nothing
TO drink down here, and how can one
make himself happywithout whiskey"
remarked the piper, turning up his
thin pale face to that of the supposed
arch-fiend
"And who the duce told you that
fib, PaddyT" asked his Internal Maj
esty, looking savagely at the piper
and then at the fire, as if he were
meditating TO put him right in.
Father Ambrose did, Saving his
cloth,) your Majesty" was the poor
piper's reply.
"Then by my crown and dignity,
he's a greater liar than be, although
I'm designated the father of lies in
his books of divinity and I'll prove
this to you for you must drink with
me this very minute. Go, butler" he
continued, addressing the Irish demon,
Paddy's friend, "fetch me that jug of
whisky; be quick or you'll smell brim-
stone"
The jug was produced, and a stiff
horn filed out and presented to the
pirn- :.
:" Does that give the lilo to yonr
priest, the defamer of Satan, and the
euemy of all social pleasure upon
earth?" asked the mock chief, with u
sly wink at his sable companions.
"By dad, it does that your honor"
returned the man of music and if |
was back in Knocknashee again, I'd
never believe word he'd preach"
Wouldn't you like some pork
steak, Pat?' again asked the arch
demon 81 suppose n dying man
didn't feel disposed TO take his break
fast befo,e coming here"
"True for your honor, and faith
then. I'd like little pork steak, sure
enough"
Belzebub, get some pork steak,
bread, butter, cheese, and whiskey,
for our friend here; after that, he'll
play for us little, and We'll all have
a dance" ordered his Satanic Majesty.
The pork steaks were got ready,
and after eating heavy meal, which
tho hungry piper did ample justice to,
the pipes were strapped on, and the
neither abodes soon resounded with
mirth, music, and dancing.
4 After the miners had enjoyed them
selves for two or three hours, the piper
was easily set stupid drunk, and in
that state returned TO the identical
spot from which he had been abduct-
ed in the early part of the day. l
shall not attempt to describe his sur
prise, on finding himself again in the
land of the living, and in possession
of so much supernatural knowledge.
As before, he piped his passage back
to Ireland, and in about six or eight
weeks from the day of his departure
from his native village, he found him.
self inside the chapel of Knocknashee.
1t was Sunday, and father Ambrose
was just robing for divine service
After the celebration of mass, the
good priest as was his custom on each
Lords day, gave out his text and
commenced an c'oquent sermon. The
subject was well chosen, and aftor
expatiating largely on the glory OF
heaven, he next touched powerfully
on the torments of hell-described
the character of tho devil, and the
extreme misery of all wretched sim
ners consigned to that dreadful abode.