Roanoke daily times. (Roanoke, Va) 1886-1890, 1889-11-22
THE GOLD SEEKER.


ireSide. 'Tis true am an owlder man
to-day than l was VIXEN the sportin' boys
round about used to be calm me the
goold seeker. Yes, indeed, fax, that
the name they save me. Danyeen, the
Goold Seeker.
But light Your pipe and make yourself
comfortable, and III try and make it all
as clear to you as can. At the time I'm
goin' to spake about, didn't stick to one
calm alone. was what some call jack
of-all-tradeS. Besides q purity matched
cottage, held four acres of as rich a
piece Of land as could be found near the
green banks O the luncheon, and that's
q sayin great dale
Twas not onl :. farmer in q small
way. but hard workin' shoemaker to
boot, and in my leisure moments when l
wasn't cultivating my mind would
make it my business to SO out on my
four acres and cultivate the cabbages
And finer cabbage-though say it my
self-you wouldn't see in days walk
Although | was an industrious man, !
had one strong wakeneSs that stuck to
me for long while, though 1got cured
of it at last. That wakeneSs was a long.
ing desire to dig for some O the treas
ures which were supposed to be buried
in the earth near some o the ovid ruined
castles, especially the big castle Of Car
rickabrick, at Fermoy, that stands not
far from the brink of high rock over
looking the Blackwater.
Many a time in my boyish days did l
make up my mind TO get pickax and
spade and climb the high rock from the
river side, but something or other would
whisper to me, sayin': "Danyeen, agra,
don't attempt it for the world if you
value your life"
But in spite O the warnin' tuck cour-
age at last and undertook the perilous
exploit. And this is how it happened:
One fine summers mornin' l made up
my mind to pay 4 visit to the Fermoy
market, and more betoken, it CHANGED to
be patthern day, when the boys and
girls in their Sunday clothes, from the
different parishes for miles around, were
sure TO be there. SO l harnessed Ned,
the donkey, TO the cart and set out with a
load O beautiful cabbages TO earn an
honest penny in the market. After
driving at spanking pace got to Milk
market lane, in Fermoy, in about an
hours time, and just as / drew up
before the door O Clancy's public house
who should salute me but my ovid friend,
Pat Howe, who was after returnin' that
very mornin' from London.
The first words he spoke to me as soon
as we'd exchanged greetings were:
"Danyeen, avick, 1 had q mighty GU
rious drame last night
what did ye drame:' says l.
Il was dramin'," says he, "that dug
UP crock O goold from under white
stone near the foot Of Carrickabrick cas-
tie
The words were hardly out of his
mouth when stumbled against another
croney o mine, one Maurteen Cox. At
ter giving me hearty shake of the hand
he says to me:
Last night Id the strangest drame o
my life. Thought I found q mine O
yallow goold under round white stone
beside the Carrickabrick castle"
"D'ye tell me that for fact says l,
not lcttin on that Pat Howe was after
tellin' ne Of his drame in nearly the same
words. Pat then threw me knowing
wink, as much as to say:
,1O,.t la+ti,1f fJ,a oot on.
O the bag"
Well, sir. before I had time to collect
my wits got thwack on the shoulder
from young Dennehy, who was related
TO the owner o the paper mill. When
turned round he'd smile On his face sc
bright that You might light your pipe
with it.
"Danyeen, my boy" says he, II ex.
perienced the pleasantest drame last
night that man could wish for. fan
cied that l was the discoverer of rale
California goold mine, and where should
it be but under a round white stone by
Carrickabrick castle I then began tt
dig and after ten minutes hard work
what should meet my gaze but big
crock Of golden guineas.
Are We in earnest:' says 1; but before
1 could spake another word Maurteer
Cox gave me quiet nudge in the RIB:
as hint to keep my own counsel. So
shut my mouth an kept as dumb as al
oysther consarnin' the three wonderful
drames, but for the life O me couldn'
Danish the idea from my mind, for they
say it's lucky to drame three times abou
finding gooid Well, sir, with that lef
Ned, the donkey, with the car load o
cabbages outside, while went into Clan
cey's public house with my three friends
and after We had couple o pints eaci
of Beamlsa an Crawford's porther,
promised Pat Howe to introduce him thu
next day to friend o mine at Glenabo
cottage, and after takin' a parting drink
with the landlord we left the house; bu
10. and behold! when got outside neither
Ned, the donkey, nor the car, nor sin
gle head O cabbage was to be seen.
I looked up and down Milk Marke
lane, but l might as well be lookin' for
needle in bundle O hay, bet at last
VOC Informed nv the bakers bow tina