The Evening post. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1888-1889, 1888-11-10
THE PRONE GIANTS.

IT'S many year ago since what / am
going to tell We happened.
Twas long before the Stranger came
over with Strongbow to rule us in our
own land--would we believe me2 In
them days giants used TO be as plentiful
rs potatoes in a prosperous sayson. Why,
If a body happened to stand less than #.
high In ancient times he'd be laughed at
as a weeny bit of dwarf. Troth, he'd
have the whole country fockin' to sec
him as sort of worlds woudher.
Well, at the time Pm spakin' of there
lived near the Rock o. Cashel, in the
County of Tipperary, one Darby Moyna-
han. lie was thought to be the biggest
man in Ireland. He stud nine feet in his
stockins, an for strength no man could
how'd candle to him. He could down
bullock wild wan tap of his little finger.
Only wan thing dampened poor Oar
by's speerits-an' that was becase he
couldn't find his aquil; the dickens a
boxer far or near had the pluck TO stand
forninst him, not wan in Ireland. At last
whisper came across the water from
Scotland concerning giant in that coun-
thry who was said to be even superior to
Darby Moynahan in size an strength;
more be token, he, like Darby, was al
ways pining an praying that he might
meet his match. Well, begorra, as soon
as my bowld Darby heard the news he
STINT challenge Mt wanst invitin' tho
Scotchman to come over to Ireland an
wrestle him collar-an' elbow, so that he
might shake some O the pride out Of
him.
He soon got an answer, tellin' him
that the challenge was accepted, an adj
vising him at the same time to make his
pace am prepare for his funeral. for, -
said the Scotch giant, in his note, Il never
botch my work"
On the mornin' that the Scotchman
landed in Ireland, Darby inquired of a
friend of his that had seen the furriner
arrive, chow big he was"
GLOW big is it? Troth, Darby, be-
tween you an me, he's as big an a half
rs yourself; an from what I'm towld,
you'll be rs dead as mutton when he's
through wild We, for they say he always
kills his man"
Poor Darby, when he heard such q
frightful account of his rival, began to
grow onasey in his mind he went at
wanst to his cabin to ask the advice of
Norah, his wife, but before the poor
woman could answer him, his youngest
son Dinny KEN runnin' into the house
bawlin for his father an mother to come
to the door and see the great big man
comm through the boreen.
Darby peeped through the window an
turned the color of milk at the sight OF
the wonderful Scotch giant.
"Norah, alama - said he, Eye may get
my coffin ready, for here comes man
that will soon make food for worms out
o. your poor Darby"
"Not while | can save ye, jewel, said
Norah. Sure you're my own husband
Darby, an it's my jooty to strain every
nerve to purtect the man | vowed to love
and obey; only do as bid We an you'll
be saved, and that too without dishonor.
AS she spoke she lifted her little daugh
ter Aileen out of the cradle, and aftel
putting in on bed in another room sht
made Darby take the child's place. AnC
when she covered him over snugly witt
quilt, she sat beside him rocking thu
cradle while she sang;
Flush bye, baby,
on the hill top,
When the wind blows
The cradle will rock"
Poor Darby had to stuff the quilt into
his mouth to prevent him from goin' int
kinks, for if he didn't do that he woulC
have died wild the laughin' fit that over
took him.
While Norah kept singing the owlC
lullaby who should step into the cabiI
but the brawny Scotch giant. In voic
that sounded for all the world like a clai
O. thunder he axed if "Darby Moyna
han was to be seem"
Norah covered over Darby's face, an
walked quietly across the room to wher
the Scotchman stood wild his heac
touchin' one o. the rafters, an in sof
whisper she towld him that Darby was
gone into the woods to get a mouthful o
fresh air before the wrastlin' match ken
off.
The giant then informed her that he't
wait where he was till her husbands re
turn. With that he saited himself besid
the turf fire, III his pipe, an pulled ava.
like limekiln.
What's that we have there2" says he
fixen his bullet eyes on the cradle.
cts the child" said Nora, IAN
wouldn't give peppercorn for your lif
If we wake 1t before Darby comes home.
II don't care jack-straw abou
Darby" says the giant
eff We wish to lave this house aliv
don't disturb the crature's slcep-h
didn't get wink all last night, he's cut
ting his eye-teeth, poor thing"
The Scotchman looked mighty pu'
zled
eff that's the child," said he, "ho,
big is the father?"
you'll soon be able to Judge for youl
SELF" said Norah; but can tell we thi
much. sir, whenever my husband
vexed that poor child in the cradle some
times runs an hides himself in one {
his fathers brogues,
NANNY" roared Darby from TIL
cradle, bring in de big fat COW from d
barn. I want to ait it before daddy come
home"
II will, agra" said Norah. ooh, 81
you've woke the child A kings raj
som wouldn't save yo now If Darb
meets ye."
"Meelia murder screeched the gian
"d'ye call that gormandlzer child2
he can devour fat COW at a single nal
what sort of a cannibal must the fathC
be? Tell Darby" says he, rising to h
feet and humping his big head again
an iron hook in the rafters, "Ill ca
again. Good mornin', ma'am."
With that he shot out o. Darby's cabi
like a skyrockot, an was niver seen {
heard of in Ireland from that blessed de
TO this.
Cntarrh Cured.
clergyman after years of suffering fro
that loathsome disease, Catarrh, aud vain
trui 4 20,