Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1879-11-23
gorgeous tlnts of my picture, listened to

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his weird tale.
lit was in the County Derry" he be-
gan, "that all my people was born and
bred. The Derry gentlemen was great
riders, an fond OF hunting, and twas aye
a spree for the wee boys to follow the
hunt. I could run nigh hand as fast as
hound myself IN them days. One day
| q mind it as weel as if it was yesterday
| we couldna start hare ava, an the gen
! tlemen was all out o. patience, when VIC
came upon an ould man sitting cobbling
shoes, an herding COWS, IN wild kind
o. place below the Birdstown mountains.
"'Wad your honors wish me to start
a hare for yez?" says the Guild man risin'
! to his feet.
cay, surely says the gentlemen, for
we Gamma find hare this day at all at
ALL .... ...
'Weel,' says the ould man, If find a
hare in thon WOOD says he, will yez gle
me five shillin' when the run is over?'
gay, surely, good man, you'll get the
five shillin', says they. ,..-
"Wi' that the ould fellow down VII his
awl, and the brogue he was cobbling,
and into clump o. bushes that was
about hundred yards off the knowe
where we found him.
"He wasna three minutes IN the wood
till big hare ran out, an the hounds
after it, an ava over the country. Weel,
we had the best run O. the season, but
the hounds couldna keep up wi the hare
ava; and at last it brought them back to
the knowe fo1nenst the wood, and ran
in amang the trees, just where il ran out
in the morning. The hounds lost it there,
an the ould fellow stepped out O. the
wood and up to the huntsman.
And whar's my five shillin?' says he.
Weel, he got the money, and then he
smiled up in the gentleman's face, and
Wasn't that weel 1un for an Guild MANI
says he. Now, my lady, that's as true as
Gospel. l ha' seen quare things in my
time. Will tell you about the black pig
that found in the potato feld?"
"Plcase do; I should like to hear it,
These wild fancies suited the surround
ing landscape. Wltchcraft seemed to
have fitting home among the noun
tain lakes and rugged hills OF Donegal,
and fairy-land might still exist IN the
dells and slopes, amid bowers Of eglantine
where Titania could have slept.
The farmers stories had, for the mo-
ment, all the effect of truth; he had left
"boastful youth" very tar behind him,
and 1--WE rejolced to have made his acquaint-
ance in his narrative old age"
my father" he began, twas yard-man
to his honor Sir William Francis, of Cas-
tie Francis, in the county Derry, when
one summer evening him and me seen a
wee slip o. a black pig running along
the potato ridges in his honor's home
park. was brave runner, an I after
the little pig. caught it, an held it
till my father came up, and between us
shut it into sty to itsel'. His honor,
Sir William, made inquiries far an wide
If any one had lost wee black pig; in
troth I wilma just say, for fear I'd tell a
lie, but do think he had it printed in
the newspaper; but naebody wad own the
pig, and dell ane wad tax; present OF
$50 there it stopped, an' it ate an ate.
till it was that heavy it couldna get in
an out at the door O. the sty, an bed
had to be made for it in the cart shed.
"It got on to be November, an the
butcher came to look at the masters
pigs.
Come, Gallagher, an look at the pig
that dropped frae the Clouds says Sir
William.
':Those was his honor's very words, an
my father an the man in the yard looked
at each other when they heard him.
"'Thon's the best pig o. them all"
says Gallagher; hes seven hundred
weight if he's a pound
"'Well, you can kill him the first thing
to morrow morning. says Sir William,
turning ava careless like, frae the door
o. the cart shed.
eve didna wish to kill him, becase O.
the quare way he come to the place; but
the masters bidding had to be done; so
we got big vat o. boiling water ready,
for we knowd the carcage wad be heavy;
and then we went to the cart shed. Was
the water boiling when we went to the
cart shed? III no just say, for fear I'd tell
lie, but, anyway, I'm sure my father
had the fire made to boil it.
"Weel, your ladyship, when we went to
kill thae pig, there wau nae pig tae kill,
and there was nae pig tae be seen any,
where, though we searched the country
far an wide.
Ellis honor said we be to ha' left the
door open; but I put it tae you, how
could a pig weighing seven hundred
weight, ha' disappeared so that nae
track of him could be found? an VIVA
could ha' stole pig O. that size?''
"What do you think really happened?"
II think the pig heerd thae talk about
killing him, an he went AVA
"But what was he? Was he fairy,
a warlock, or what?"
eff I know, my lady! but this I do
know-all luck lett Castle Francis from
that day. His honor lost a lawsuit he
was engaged in, an his big bull that wa
brung over frae England, an was worth
twa hundred pounds. choked himself WI
a turnip. Troth it's dangerous thing tae
despise luck that comes to your door?'