The Findlay Jeffersonian. [volume] (Findlay, Hancock County, Ohio) 1870-1881, 1873-06-27

of1s, watchin', and abcur one O'Clock,
lsl5- ny mother
'Elizh., sisuua, 30 vou hear any.
Ial5a':7
"I.'s the pig" says l.
GAr-l," says she, "did you ever
hear the pig say Biddy? It's your
| father-livin' or dead l think It's ii
Ithe outhouse,'' 'ssys she. "Well, II
! the .,sae Of al the saints, we'll gc
and eee.'
WId that sEe lii Q blessed candle
lard out we went into the outhouse.
and there in the flour-bin in the cor.
Iner, there was sieh pUshin' and
gruntin' that you'd think it was alive,
"Let me cut" says splutterin'
lvoice, 'let me out-Tm chokin' =
We lifted the lid ofthe bin-the hssp
had eaucht-snd out KEN my father,
c white Ipjin. "A. -s-.
"Where's the mare ~ says my
mother, catchin' him by the collar.
sob, bedad," says my father. "It
l haven't the mare, I hsve had the
nightmare anyhow. Sure KEN up
just IS the sojers rode into the yard,
&ud though 1 was as innocent as a
lamb, was alrsid Of mistake and
get IN here, and bedsd I couldn't get
out sgain." .- ..
anyway they made it up, and they
let me stay up for some supper with
themselves and Mr.. Emmett that
| night.
Do you know l often wondered If
ny father was as innocent IS he said
be Uss. If he was, he wasted deal
Of fright.
Bat to make long story short,
Mr.. Emmett left US sitter awhile, and
sorry we were to lose him; q quiet,
pleasant gentleman, mighty fond OF
poethry and such follies, but as
harmless as q chicken. Not one Of
the neighbOrs but knew all about him
and the price that was on his head I;
but there wasn't one of them that
would sell him for all the gould in the
Sank of Ireland, though they wsre
poor enough, goodness knows. Well,
one eveniu', months after he went
away, my mother says to me, "Patsy,
my boy, put the mare in the cart''
(for we had found the mare) swell
90 TO Dublin, want to show you
somethin' quare."
Oh we started about one O'Clock,
and in the grey mornin' we were
stopped at the Coombe by great
crowds Of people, and indeed l don't
rightly remember Whas went on, with
the noise and the quareness OF it I'll,
until we ken into the middle of q
great gatherin' opposite GATHERINGS
Church. OH sich a sight of people
I never seen, on the tops of the
houses, and on stands all down
Thomas street; and sojers with drawn
seords and a great big affair in the
middle of If. painted black. But the
terribest thing of all just thin was
the stiffness. F'aix, it would frlghten
you to listen to it. We weren't long
lHeTc Nil6u lltIC WAY u SOuAlt lAlAOh5u
the crowd, like what you'd hear in q
wood Whin the wind is risen, and up
got some min upon the scatfOld-
And there-oh, glory be to good
ness II seen him, the pale face, the
long black hair, and the big eyes OF
him. | hardly knew what went on,
til I seen c man, with q mask on his
face, holdin' up something and cryin'
out, ''Bshold the hesd OF traitor :"
Aua wiad thst there KEN a yell from
the people which is almost ringing in
my ears yet.
Well, when we were joggin' home
that evenin', sorrowful enough, and
feelin' trightened-like, ssys mother,
'Patsy, my boy, the sight of the eyes
is better Iarnin' than books are fax;
you're Z fool, like your father, if you
hayn'J learned q good lesson this
dsr.'' And-rest her soul II took
her advice, and never mixed or med
died with rebels nor Fenians, and
plase goodness never will.-CGssePs.