The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1879-11-01

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and he stood near me, leaning on hi,
stick; and as | washed in the delicate OF
gorgeous tints of my picture, listened
to his weird tale.
1T 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, an it was aye
spree for the wee boys to follow the
hunt. | could run nj h hand as fast al
hound myself in them days. One day
Il mind it as well as if it was yesterday,
we couldn't start a hare ava, an the
gentlemen was all out o patience, when
We come upon an ould man sitting cob
bling shoes, an herding COWS, in q wild
kind O. place below the Birdstown noun
tains.
" Wad your honors wish me to start
a hare for yez' says the ould man, risin
to his feet.
Ay, surely says the gentlemen
torwe Gamma find hare this day, at all
at all
Weel,' says the ould man, if
lind hare in thon wood says he, will
yez gle me five shillin' when the run il
overp
Z" Ay, surely, good man, you'll get
the five shillin" say they.
WI that the ould fellow down wi
his awl, and the brogue he was cobbling
an into clump o. bushes that was
about a hundred yards of 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. that season, but
the hounds couldna get up WI the hare
ava; and at last it brung them back to
the knowe fornenst the wood, and ran ia
amang the trees. just where it ran out in
the morning. The hounds lost it there,
an the ould fellow stepped out O the
wood an up to the huntsman. An
whar's my shillin'Y says ne. Weel,
he got the money, an then he smiled up
in the gentleman's face, an Wasn't that
weel run for an ould man?' says he.
Now, my lady, that's as true as gospel.
| ha' seen quare things in my time.
Will l tell you about the black pig that
l found in the potato feld?"
"Please do; | should like to hear it.
These wild fancies suited the sur
rounding landscape. Witchcraft seemed
to have fitting home among the noun
tain lakes and rugged hills of Donegal,
and fairyland might still exist in the
dells and slopes, and bowers of eglantine
where Titania could have slept.
The farmers stories had, for the mo-
ment, all the effect of truth; he had left
I" boastful youth very far behind him,
and we rejoiced to have made his &C
quaintance in his narrative old age"
My father" he began, "was yard
man to his honor Sir William Francis,
of Castle Francis, in the County Derry,
when one summer evening him and me
seen wee slip O. black pig running
along the potato ridges in his honor's
home park. was brave runner, an ]
after the little pig. l caught it, an
held it till my father came up, and be,
tween us We got it into the yard at the
castle, and shut it into sty to itseP
His honor, Sir William, made inquiries
far an wide TO find out if any one had
lost wee black pig; in troth [ wilma
just say, for fear I'd tell lie, but dc
think he had it printed in the news.
papers; but naebody wad own the pig
and dell ane wad take a present OF.
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ate, till it was that heavy it couldn't gel
in an out at the door O the sty, an g
bed had to be made for it in the cart
shed.
at got on to be November, an the
butcher came to look at the MASTER pigs
/" Come, Gallagher, an look at the
pig that dropped frae the Clouds say
Sir William.
"Those was his honor's very words
an my father an the men in the yard
looked at each other when they hearC
him.
"'Thon's the best pig O. them all,
says Gallagher; hes seven hundred
weight if he's q pound
well, you can Kill him the frs
thing tomorrow morning." says ST
William, turning ava, careless-like, frae
the door O. the cart-shed.
eve didna wish to kill him, becase o
the quar- way he come to the place; bu
the masters bidding had to be done; 81
we got big vat O. boiling water ready
for we knowed the carcage would b,
heavy; and then we went to the car
shed. Was the water boiled when W,
went to the cart shed? I'll not just say
for fear I'd tell lie, but, anyway, IN
sure my father had the fire made to boi
it.
"Weel, your ladyship, when we wen
to kill the pig, there was IA pig in tn
shed, an there was IA pig to be seel
anywhere, though we searched tn
country far an wide.
"His honor said we be to ha' left tn
door open; but put it to you, how coul'
a pig weighing seven hundred weight ha
disappeared so that Ia track O hin
could be found? an who could hs' stol
a pig o thon size?"
"What do you think really hanpen
ed?"
81 think the pig heard the talk abou
killing him, an he went ava"
"But what was he? Was he fairy
a warlock, or whatf'
eff l know, my lady! but this l d
know-all luck left Castle Francis fror
that day. His honor lost lawsuit h
was engaged in, and his big bull tina
was brung over frae England, an Wa
worth twa hundred pounds, choked hin
sell WI turnip. Troth lisa dangerou
thing to despise luck that comes to you
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