The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1889-11-27
An Hour With Queenstown Jehu.
From Hdrper's MaQGztne

said the horse dealer as he climbed into the car.
An Hour With a Queenstown Jehu.
From Harper's Magazine
While waiting, some years ago, for her
majesty's mails 10 arrive at Queenstown there
to meet the ocean greyhound upon which was
returning from summer in Europe, accom-
panied by friend. started off on n ''iauntinc,',
trip through the City of Cove and its surround
ing hills. Our driver was a typical Coveite-
indeed, it would seem if the slang term
cove" applied to individuals of his stamp was
derived from the quondam name of the latter
day Queenstown, since so many specimens of
this class are to be seen upon the docks OF her
beautiful harbor
The trap in which we journeyed was quite
suggestive of the famous one-horse shay, and
the melancholy steed that, in reponse to the
chirrups of our jehu, dragged us YEARLY over
the rough roads seemed so 6LGse that 1t excited
our comment, and led to a wager between us as
to the name to which the animal answered
when he answered at all.
I'm bet you sovereign his name is Mickey"
l ventured
I'm bet you pound his name is Dennis, " re-
torted my companion, unconsciously dropping
into what has since become a famous slang
phrase.
Pat" 1 querled what is your horses
name?''
That depinds, yer honor" returned he
"Dinnis or Mickey, whichever wan of yez goes
halves on your winnin's'
The bet was declared off, but Pat got his half
sovereign for his wit.
The coin made him communicative, and he
proceeded to regale us with some more or less
startling "reminiscences, among which he in
cluded an account of an explosion he had once
witnessed, the noise of which was 'thot loud it
made me 50 dafe Oh cudnt hear it,"
He matched the Oft-told story of how one OF
his countrymen broke the news of comrades
death to a bereaved wife by asking her if the
widow Maloney was in, by another which sus-
pect he evolved out of his inner consciousness.
and which was briefly as follows: Pat called at
the house of his dead brother, having been
warned by his comrades to do his work deli
cately, and to prepare the widows mind for
what was TO come before he acquainted her
with her bereavement.
Top O. tn marnin' to yez, Missus Mccarthy"
he began.
same to yez, NIisther McCune''
ITS sorry Oh am far yeZ, Missus Nc Carthy ~
AN for whoy, ord Known
tn roos theirs did"
''Ye don't name it? Well. OF tort loikely he'd
doy''
"Ah, but it wasn't tn roosther that doied at
all, at all. Twas the pig
The pig, is ut? An whayre's tn body?"
"Thayre amt no body. bekase it wasn't tn
pig, but the oud cow thot doied''
"Ah, go long wild yez, Paddy McCune
Phwat's thot but tn COW a-graZin' on tn grass
out thayre? TIL ould boss is live as ony av yez,"
"Oi know thot well, Missus MCCARTHY, bekase
that cows outlived yer hoosband Moilie, whot's
lynn did below, forninst Denny Burke's''
All, Paddy. but you're dhroll feily to be
lyin' loike that to me. Moike did? Oi guess
1t would not be surprising if Mr. McCune felt
that all his tact had been thrown away.
Our driver, according to his own statement
was acquainted with a young Irishman who
had sought fortune il not fame i'll the west
ern hemisphere, and concerning whom he was
quite solicitous. assuming that we had of
course, met with his emigrated friend.
ord ioike t hear well av the bye he said !;
though Oh fear he's gone wrong. His poor
mother is botherin' herself out entoirely be-
kase av him, for bechune us, gintlemin, the bye
whit an paid his rint in New Yark whole his
mother at home was doyin' for a dhrap O
pOteen."
Such an unprecedentedly depraved course clio
tied our heartfelt sympathy.
When asked if he had ever visited London
our unique friend observed that he never had
but once. and then only got as far as Dublin
That his business instincts Were well-devel-
oped Pat demonstrated by Offering to sell us his
horse and car for two gIineas promising TO
keep the turnout for us until We came back
again.
And what will you pay us for the use of the
horse, PATTI asked
1.-TWO shiln a wake less than you pay me for
dhrivin him" was the ready response.
OF course we sounded him on the rent ques-
ton, and elected the economically interesting
statement that ''rint wud be very hoigh' if he
paid it, but as he never thought OF doing so, he
was not so sure that rent was SO iniquitous a
tax some of his ultra brethren deemed It,
Concerning his cart, he informed US conf
dentiaily that it never had been new; and 10
quiet our expressed fear that the horse would
not live to get us back to the dock, he assured
US that he had driven him ''twinty years, an
he's niver doied yit"
After parting with Pat, we called back to him
from the tender on which we we're steaming out
to the ship, See you later. Pat"
That depnds, - he shouted.
ION whaJG''
THE time day, sure"