The Hillsdale standard. [volume] (Hillsdale, Mich.) 1851-1909, 1876-04-18
JIMMY HOY'S VOYAGE TO
AMERICA.

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AMERICA.
An pSPuBLIsHRD SKETCH Br sAgURL
LOVER.
Sam Lover, after Tom Moore perhaps
the most popular lyrist OF his time died
in St. Helliers on the isle OF Jersey, on
the 18th Of July, 1868. He left quite
q number Of unpublished manuscript
In prose and verse humorous sketches.
memoranda, "reminiscences Of his travel
in Amsrica, and poetry. Among the
sketches Of Irish humor, was the fol.
lowing, which recalls the fun and com.
icality OF his early tales, 1.-The Grid.
iron," and Barney O'Reardon, which
introduced the writer, half . century
ago, to wide audience in Great Brit
ain and the United States, and gave
him Q pleasant position among the
Jenny Hoy was County Cork boy,
who made one in the great exodus that
was occasloned by the famine. Jimmy
was not ashamed OF his name he
boasted that IL was always old and
respectable" that there "was cows in
the family wanst;" land that pig was
nivsr stranger 10 them, nor q rasher
OF bacon at Aisther." Misfortune,
however, had ground them down. as il
had done thousand Others, to iadi.
gerce, leaving at last only Jimmy, and
his old mother in existence; and, when
he found that existence was daily q
harder thing to support, he turned his
face 70 the West, and induced his
mother, whom he loved with true Irish
warmth, to accompany him. Accord
ingly, selling of all they possessed,
and making the best OF their wsy to
Cork, where feet Of emigrant ships
were loading. it so happened that in
the hurry and excitement OF the time,
and amidst the crowd OF people they
encountered, they unluckily got sepa-
rated, and went on board of different
vsssels-an error that Jimmy only dis.
covered when his own had hoisted
anchor and was standing out to sea.
From this point il will be best TO Allox
our friend to speak for himself.
$50 scrambled, you see, on board,
aud tie mint my fut was under me
is my mother here?' says !. With
that q scowlin' fellow that was haulin
in the rope that samed to have no end
10 ID, turns TO me and tells me / nigh,
go to-well, won't say where. Not
before you, sir says i; after you Is
manners, making him bow; and so ]
cries out again, 'Plase. is my mother
here aboord OF yer and then, as nc
one chose to answer me, I ran about tc
look for her on all the fures they cal
the decks, though the people stood ~
thick as droves OF cattle in an alley
and scrouging and roaring like thai
same, and I'd to squaze myself bstwiI
'em from one hurs to another; but moi
q squint Of her coald ketch, sir, mol
nor any ole as know'd hsr,-and 80 al
last, when KEN back agin, and was
| tearin' round the upper furs, plump
runs into the stomach Of q grand burly
man ut the back, with a red face and 1
big nose, and q gowld band about hi,
cap-and who should he be but the
Cspt'n:
"'who the IL are your says he
pumping up oil the breath had lef
him. Il axes your honor's pardon.
says /; my name is Jimmy Hoy, and
was looking for my nother.
"'And did you take me for your
mother, you omadhAnn?" says he. oh
not q bit,' says I, sir; for il l had
! you'd have found il out--youd hav,
got hug that would have set yor
screaming. And so now. perhaps.
you'll tel me. sir, IL my mother Il
aboord Of ye?'
"'How should know?' lie roars out
for now his breath was coming back
and he was lookin' mighty fierce. ,An(
what brings you here At all, you lub
bsrly son Of q sea-cSlf?' Sure. sir.
says /, Tin going to Ameriky; ant
as to my father, you're mistakenly
was no say basts ut all, but Denui
Hoy, q County Cork man, and
al don't remember you, says he
you hav'n't paid your passage. Ak
ing your pardon. says j, 'bnt l have
tho paid IL an honr ago, on shore
air. 'Bnt you didn't pay IL TO me,
says he. why! Of coorse not, says !
you wouldn't have me pay it twice
would your
"'Well. il you hav'n't paid it 10 ns,
says he, 'you hay'n't paid il at all; -
hand out yonr money, il you're goinl
to make voyage in this ship by IN
faith, SIR l said, Il cam, and, savinI
your presence, IL ! could I wouldn't
seein' I've done that Same already. Blu
sure, ] don't want to be in'rnding
I've got into the wrong ship, you'y
only got TO stop her till you put IN
aboord OF the right one.
"'Well, that's o capital ioks!i oh
it's not joking that / am says I, 10
I'm only akin you what's fare, sir--fo
then you see, I'd fnd my mother. an
my mind would be at aise.'
''You and your mother may go 4
Chiny. the Cspt'n bellows ont, grow
ing as red ss any turkey-cock, an
stamping his fut upon the fnre Il
you'd have thought he'd drive
through II. AKIN your pardon sgis
says /, sir. we're goin' 10 Amerik,
and as for Chiny. all / know about il
what I've seen upon a plate, aud
How'd your JAZZ. says he. 'yo
vsgabone, and pay your passige none
at wanst.' 4 paid 10 wanst, says
'sir, and I'd want Q pocket as big q
your ship 70 60 on paying IL for iver
"'You swindlin' 1rish scampr say
be, don't provoke me, or ! will be IL
death Of you:' and then al Of Q 81.
den be got quiet, sir, and with such
hard look about his eyes that, 10 90
the truth. he freksned me. See nov
my buck, says he,-'since You can
, pay your passigs, you shall work 20,
passige.' Work u, sir2' says l. 'Ol
/ would, and willin, '--if 1 only know
: the way 'Ohr says he, with vick'
wink at me, 'well soon tschs you tha
we've turn here for instructin' peop
, who want 10 get their voyage for n
thin AAd with that he put his haI
I 10 the side Of his mouth, and gave
! whistle that would split dag, and I
runs TO him q hairy villin that "
enoug 10 scare herd Of oxen, II be
come upon EN- unawsres.
Z 'Tare-all. says he, lust take N
a. l 4 H.