The Hickman courier. [volume] (Hickman, Ky.) 1859-current, 1877-10-26
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Doolan won't believe it; he says"
g No more will I. Now(Vok at here
now, we've been through lI4lles of this
wretched scrub that lines this dhirty ould
water-c oorse We calls road, an sorry a
fut have | seen. An they tell We ould
women's tales o. man-aters at ivry turn.
It's as much an imposition as the whole
counthree is-an' that, be the phoWers,
is the naked truth"
" But there is a man-eater on this
ghaut. Fairlegh, is there not ?" asked
Mac.
" Certainly he may be throttling some
moor wretch at this very moment for all
we know"
''Thin why doesn't he come out to
ghintleman wild a gun in his fist, who
doesn't care a rap for whisker of the
dhirty spalpeen. instead of breaking the
skulls of these black naygurs that's got
nothin' in 'em after all-nOthing at all,
at all But what's the use of talking
I'd bet a tin-phound note agiu brass
button that I'd 90 through the length
an breadth of the land, and niver see
one"
"Pn bet you Fairlegh shows you one
tonight if you'll go out with him." said
Mac
&" Castle Doolan to a cotter's shebeen
that he Doesn't"
d" What do you say, Fairlegh ?" asked
Mac
Well" | answered, = / dent know
| about the certainty; but if Mr.. Doolan
| will venture out with me We may come
| across one. We will see what my skika-
rec says. Here, Moula, do you think
there is any chance OF tiger tonight ?"
Who knows? But the moon is
bright; we can find out by. seeing"
9 Well, get out the guns"
The skikaree set to work in syste-
matte way, which showed he was accus-
| toned to such nightly movements, and
we could see the Irishman's eyes follow
ing him.
Is it going out tonight ye name"
he asked.
" Certainly, if you wish it."
" And what would We be afther adding
whin ye're out"
O, we will walk along through the
forest to the foot of the hills. There is a
cart road through the jungle, and as the
moon is bright we may get sight of one
OF the animals you are DESTROYS of see
ing.
An it's trapesiug about in the jun
giles all night you would be, whin it's up
| in the mornin' and fall in before gun-fire,
/ wild the colonel a-swearin' at yez
| afore we're out O. bed. Now look at here
| now, Larry Doolan's the boy for a tiger
or any other basic in broad daylight, but
he'll be hanged if he's going to give up
| his nights rest for one
But, Dcolan, you've got bet on it
! don't show the white feather, man "
/ cried the others.
! L. e.,
! Trotter, or ven have to answer for it,
bedad Me oncle, Terrence DOolan rest
/ his sowl. has drilled holes in Phaynix
/ Park throguh more men than we've got
| buttons on your jacket, me bhoy.
@ That may be, and Terry Doolan,
your venerable uncle of drilling notO-
riety, would have been delighted at the
opportunity offered to night of drilling
another hole in a royal tiger so brace up,
old boy, for the family credit.
3" Now, now, now, look at here now,
Meejor, it's jokin' We are entoirly, isn't
it, .whin We talk of goin' afther savage
bastes at this tonne o nikht?"
No, F." replied. l az not Joking.
so often 90 out on a fine moonlight night
that you see my servants make no Ques-
ton about it, but get everything ready
at few moments notice that is likely to
be required. l daresay some of your
friends here will 60 with us.
YES, we'll all GO" shouted the rest;
| and poor DOOlan was hustled out with a
gun stuck on his shoulder, looking per
feet martyr. l was half sorry l had lent
myself to his humiliation; but I thought
that very likely the lessen would save
him from much trouble in after
life, for very often good snub at the
! he of !
served, does one lot of good.
Well, as we went along, those mis-
chievous lads told wonderful stories of
tigers sprirging out of thickets upon the
travellers and how they roared TO
brighten their prey, and quite worked up
poor Doolan's feelings to the highest
pitch. As we approached the wooded
part OF the read | enjoined strict silence,
and made Doelan walk ahead with me,
the others followed Every night-jar
that flew up made him jump when at
last, in the gloomiest part of the road,
we heard most savage bubbliDg sort of
grOwl or roar, very familiar TO my ears,
but electrifying to poor Paddy, who
stopped short and exclaimed:
90, be the phowers, what's tbat?"
Look out, Larry, oChere's tiger
coming" whispered Mac.
Another roar
50 O blissid Moses, we'll all be kilt en-
toirely Look at here now, Meeier, I'm
paid for food for powther an bullets, but
it amt III my commission for to be aten
by wild bastes ike a knacker's horse, 50
just roight about face. 0, the saints be
wild US :" An awful roar Let me
go, Mac; stay, an be aten ay ye will.
Mother o. Moses come along, Meeior
like q dacint body, do now %
Here another roar and bang in the
air from my gun. which was followed by
a demoniacal explosion from the camel
put the finishing touch to poor DOOlan's
fortitude; for he turned and bolted up
the road, calling on all the saints to pro-
tect him, whilst we fired off a salvo in
the air, and nearly died with laughter.
l never saw Larry Doolan again, for
the regiment marched early, and my
camp moved in a different direction.
But l heard from Macpherson a year
after and he said that Paddy was deal
more bearable, and whenever he was iu-
clined to be obstreperous in his old way
an allusion to the Koraie tiger generally
brought him to his senses.
" His Countymen are not often so
cowardly," I remarked.
No, nor was Doo1an coward in the
main | believe he was fairly plucky
man, and has since done good service in
the field but it was rather trying to
his nerves to be taken out at night to
| jungle road, and made to listen to awful
rears by what he supposed was savage
tiger. The whole thing was strange to
him, and was not, as he expressed it, in
his commission. - London Society.