The Evansville journal. [volume] (Evansville, Ind.) 1866-1870, 1867-11-20

seeIn there no other but one, and
that a club house" And so | go to
the Imperial Hotel, where the guests
proposes, the host disposes. "Foive,
did ye say? It's no dinner yell be
gettin' at foive, sir, nor no baife
aither; it'ssmatton yell have. - And
you have mutton at four. At least /
did, or at any. other hour when, the
table-cloth happened to be disenr
gagged. But then how do | know
More honorable guests than myself
may have been there; and it was nee
essary for me to look rough and sink
all fastidiousness, because my bust
ness was with people with whom a
gentleman is never seen, and can
never mingle with "a hope of learning
anything: at least. SO thought then,
though iIuhave reason to believe now
that a gentleman and an officer may
sometimes send for a wren, and
nourish her in his honorable bosom.
7. In the afternoon, Jimmy Lynch
my carlnan on many little expeditions
afterwards loud, loquacioUs car
man, whose alteration was given to
horses and. his. respect to. Mr.. Don
nelly's Hollow called to take me on
my first visit to Curragb. As we
drove along, Jimmy talked of his
mare, there never was such a mare
of the afght7Tthere was. never
such fght3aWhile /, half listening,
loeked-away.~te the vast common
where. an army lives all the year
round.
How many men do you think,
Jimmy?e T. asked brea king into his
raptures about the " Scottish Queen"
WELL thin tin or twelve thousand,
maybei and a mQighty foine tonne
they have of itp' .'s.4 Z
rs Without their wives and sweet
hearts? 4.s z4a5
r-s4 Widout their wives, shure, and
hwat of that, yer hanner2 But some
of their wives is with them, [ behave,
good luck to them! though there S
no sWeethearts in the camp at all
divil a onel But over there" point
ing vaguely with. his whip across the
common, there's minny of them
poor divils living in places made of
fuIze inthirely. Winter and summer
in bit of bush. ~ sr
Wrens, don't you call them?"
-lfN ino LAdI bA4C Wv Gil
Wrins /, that's what they do call EN-,
and dridful life they lade. Most
distrissing,-belaEe mel"-This excla-
nation was not priggishin Jimmy-it
was only a note caught from the
mouths of other intelligent tourists.
A moment ofssilence and his mind
sought relief in the virtues of his
mare; while my eyes wandered over
the common, where many furze
bush was. visible, but none which
looked as if it could be inhabited by
any creatures but birds of the air and
beasts of the field @th@o
On the Curragh the air is strong;
an easterly wind was blowing over its
miles of waste land-dead level for
most part, but with undulations here
and there, and broken by mounds
and raths, stretching along for con-
siderable distance and at height at
least distinguishable. j The turf is
soft and elastic everywhere. Sheep
browse upon it = and there you may
see the Irish shepherd, idler than no
body else in his green isle, and the
Irish shepherdess 20 Arcadia y fus-
tering her rags of their natural re-
pose In an attempt to seperate the
sheep marked this way from the
sheep marked that. That she might
have been beauty you see well. be-
cause her head, with its abundant
locks, is bare, and so are. her we'll
shaped legs; but she ism 1.-THE chance
was lost long ago. The Scottish
Queen bowls along. There are good
roads from Kildare to the camp, and
from time to time we meet cars upon
them containing -buttoned mill
tary men. Other military men are
seen, In ones, twos and threes, loung-
ing in one direction: they show In
moving patches, of red amongst the
dark green masses of furze. ~.
Jimmy has no precise instructions;
he Is to drive upon the Curragh, and
that's all; but he has notion that
generally we want to go to the camp,
and particularly to the Hollow, the
actual spot where Cooper was licked
by the immortal Donnelly. In this
somewhat aimless way we came to a
series Of block huts, extending for
tive miles, perhaps, on either side of
the road: Here and there few
groups Of soldiers were seen loung-
ing listfessly, or engaged in some
sport Jimmy pointed out
each object of interest as we drove
along. 71stAnda that's the Catholic
chapel your hammer. Aud that's the
church. And this is
Donnelly's Hollow (strewed with
many canvas tents), where the fight
was! Heuid the mare sirt houId Scot
tish. Queen. and. bedad! I'll show ye