Mineral Point tribune. (Mineral Point, Wis.) 1869-1938, 1873-07-17

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| began to drink whisky like fish.
Sandy, me boy" said Mike Hackett-
We remember Mikes-" Sandy, isn't ii
| trembling We are with apprehension.n He
was very particular in his conversation
| was Mike. isn't it shaking We are, from
the crown of your occiput to the very
phalanxes of your pedals at the job you've
got in hand to incarcerate Terence Macar-
thy?"
They say twas he shot the bailiff,''
| shouted one.
"Nivir a one than he murth cred the
sheritf's officer" cried another.
"Oh, he'll take detachment of drag
oons from Killoo," called a third.
Come" | said at last, getting rather
cross the way they was chatting me 1;
come, I'll bet gallon of potheen with
any sportsman in the room, that I'll take
the boy to Dublin Castle all by myself
Done with you!' cried dozen voices.
And | was booked for about hogshead
| of whisky before l knew where | was
But wouldn't go back; only when the
excitement Of the drink was out of me,
felt as if I'd a deal rather have left it un-
done, for they were wild lot were the
| MacarthyS, and it was a wild country they
! lived in
HC NCttuSI tIlilC Oi1 Ntj L ItllltUlDcT 4.
and it was nearly week before | could
get across from Shillaloo to Terence Mac
arthy's cabin, which was in the barony of
Tullabardine; though where the barony
went to, and who was the baron of it. was
matter | never could know the bottom
of
1t was just the dusk of the evening
got to the top of the hill that looked over
TerenCe's cabin; and a dismal hole it
seemed, that same little hag or dingle
There was a bit pool Of black bog-water
at one end of it, and at the other was
Tins cabin-just a heap of turf, with a
hole for the smoke to come out
SANDY, my boy | said to myself,
you'll never come out of that hol6 6alive"
And | looked round to see if there wasn't
some living creature near me; if it had
been only sheep or IA pig, it would have
been comfort, just for companionship
There was a red streak of light in the sky,
and just across it, | remember, there was
line of wild geese flying, their long
necks stretched out and their wings beat
ing slow time in the air, and | could
just hear the whang of them; and the sea-
birds screamed and whistled over nv
head, though it was too dusky to see them
Eth, mon, my heart was like to sink into
my feet with the loneliness and the desc
lation and the danger l judged | was in.
IF it wasn't for being laughed at I'd
have gone back. Well, | dropped down
into the hollow, and walked up to the
cabin. The door was open; and the
thought came to me for the moment that
they'd all gone off; and pleased I'd
have been for that. But, no there was a
bit of fire in the corner and in the dark
| nnnI1 " st 10 oh
ing down, and the old grandmother sitting
in her chair by the peat fire
God save all here'' | said as | walked
in.
Save ye kindly" replied gruff voice
from the corner.
And with that | sat down on the old
kish that had been filled with turf, and
pulled out my pipe and began to smoke
| could distinguish objects now in the
gloom There was just heap of children
in the corner, with an old rag covering
them, sleeping just as sweetly, too, as if
they'd been wrapped in down; and there
was the mother Of them with the babe at
her breast, and Terence lying doubled up
with his head in his bosom; but never
another soul in the nut
Take draw of pipe, mon," said | /;
land don't be down-hearted"
gave him my bag Of tobacco and he
found pipe in the corner, and began to
smoke.
Yell no have wee drap whisky in
the house?" l said
"Niver drop your hammers left us, ~
said the man dryly.
Take a pull at my flask, then" said l.
And Terence took it and drank. Some
how | felt more comfortable then. | was
safe as long as was inside the cabin.
II suppose you know what I've come
here for, Terencesn | said after awhile.
As though this had been the precon-
certed signal the wife here burst out with
loud lamentations; the old grandmother
raised feeble 'Wirra, wirra' rocking
herself backward and forward in her
chair; the children in the corner, aroused
by the noise, began to wall and cry; and
the little babe at the breast howled dis
mallv in concert
angrily; would We take all the heart out
of me, and bring me to shame before his
hanner?n
"Oh, what will we do, what will we do +!
Oh, Terry, Terry, will We leave the chill
dren to starve and the babe that hangs to
me breast? Oh, honel Oh, honer
"Nhisht, woman, dye hear? Mayhap
it isn't so bad as we think. Mayhap his
hammer will give us a week or two while
the pratieS come out of the ground and"--
| shook my head.
II can't do it, Terence; it's Queen S
job YOU know"
And il the Queen were spoken to, yer
hanRer," said the woman-"she's had
babes OF her own--she wouldn't take the
husband away from me, that wasn't TO
blame at all, except with being too good
natured with those two black villains
Hold your tongue, Bridgetr' shouted
Terence interrupting her
There is way" | said. IF Terence
will show me the road to the still up
among the bogs, he'll be let off his i'm
prlsonment, and happen get twenty
pounds in the bargain.
"Oh, Terence, darling, do YOU hea1
that? Do YOU hear what his hammer tells
you? Go 10 your knees, Terence, and
thank his hammer"
But | saw Terence was not TO be shak.
en-; he thrust away from him the clinging
arms of his wife.
do you know that it's an informer he
wants me to bes I'm ready to go" he
said getting up and coming toward me
Come along, yer hammer, afore my heart
breaks entirely"
"All right, Terence; we must walk
across. to where the Dublin road crosses
the tail of the bog We shall have plenty
OF time to catch the COACH