New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1890-07-20

il he thought the season was going 10 DE goou,
81 tink it be, sir. t'ink it be. Dere's
good sign O. fish in de bay an de winter was
col and dc spring rainy, and de bergs is big, an
lots of 'em. | s'pose them bcrss be MT good Ter
steamers and the like, but they alters means
heap o cod"
why is that, Nose ?'
"Ah, sir de cod is hardy Teller, and he has
plenty O. exercise when the waters frosty. He's
like me, sir. He wants the wind from the norrld,
pint er two turned to de east. He were put
togedder fer to enj'y de col weather sir Dld
We know the cod all pure flesh? 7"
Has no fat, you mean?'
OATS it, He has leetlc clump O. fat in one
place sir. an when he gets uncomfortable cold
anywheres he puts his fat agin de place where
he's cold. an it acts like a self-feeding stove.
That's WHY tho Goldfish stays in these climates,
sir"
What explanation could have been simpler or
more complete? / remarked that fish had queer
habits
"Dey does, sir dey does, now, truly. Now,
dere de salmon-fsh, sir; his ways is GURUS. l
learnt about em from my Aunt Peggy Stack.
She's dead now-God save her!-but she were
fine woman in her day. She kndwed moren
airy book One time she TUX salmon-fsh to
the Bishop an when de cook cut 1T open he
foun' it all full o. stuns Now, Peggy had been
braggin' to the Bishop about de heft OF de fish,
an wen de fool cook went and told about de
stuns, de good old man were mad So he lcf'
word which was dat wien Peggy come again he
were to be spoke TO.
We'll. she come along soon an she fetched
anudder salmon-0sb wild her, an the Bishop came
| out to meet her.
e." God save yer Ludshipr says Peggy an
! it's foine day
Bad cess TO We. Peggy says the Bishop
frownin' black. Bent we ashamed av yer'llf' ye
thavin' ould bag, a-chatin' av yer own Bishop"
'Ach. wlrra, me Luz says fe99y, aH W
spakin' av Peggy Stack?
." Am | spakin' az Fcggy Stack says ne,
Am I spakin' nv lazy good-fer-nothin thavin'
| cratin. drunken ould jade, wild no more dacency
but she goes an plays thricls on her Bishop, an
him a-doin, ayes wake after wake fer the savin'
av her worthless sowl' says he.
AS I love the Swate Lady, says Peggy,
'divil worrud av yer Ludship's larned CONVERSE
ton can understand
Peggy says The Bishop, a-ookin' me aunt
in the face, did ye sell me salmon Iasht Ohe"'-
day wake ..,s.,
lovely. toiue. straight fish as iver yer LuGsmp
sees an more'n a pund heavier than
Vast heaven! Peggy says the Bishop
BY Saint Patrick, ye have the impedince av pig
souid. How dare We spalIe av the hcft av hun
wlhn We know he were packed from his gllIS 10
his tail wild rocks as big as me two fists >
AN were he sor" says Peggy. lookin' sad
an pitiful Och, sure, yer Ludshlp' the poor
cravther must av been ont in storrum''
In wot" says the Bishop
- storIum. SCR, an a terrible wan 1t were.
.seor ic
nrie.ht. an, bcn' light o draught an aisy knocked
to pieces when lie sees storrum comm up, sor,
10 fakes in shtones fer ballast an he sinks hlssel
in the wathcr He must a been ketcheo' yer
Ludship. before the wind changed
! think | said these people were simple-minded'
And they are. But of course, every rule has lis
exceptions .
Mrs O'Shail is not an exception Hers IS y
,.eutle soul. somewhat perpleXed with the care OF
her numerous brood of children, hut otherwise
,bcerful and hopeful. She explained her dolhes-
tic situation in these earnest sentences
WIS. sor it's big fambly-too big Ter inc
,l,cs of me- There's wan, two, tree-lts alsler
rcckopin anudder way. Tony an me was mar
Rod in the shpring av '72,-how many years Is
that. s0r ?'
Eighteen"
60 many is IL. sor? Well thin. there's eigb-
tecn childer a-countin' the wan in the ooN there'
which maybe is hardly worth countin, BEN Dorm
on'v a fortnit, come Sunday. It's hard on US
moor peoplc to have all thin mouths to feed an
,r,e tcIlin' Father O'RalIery didn't tink the
Lord was good man on account av IL oelh 3d.
whats the baby's name =
Bless his swate little heart, sor, he ain GOT
none yit. sor and Tony an me is that worElt'eu
-. foind wan fur i'm We used up all our names,
u, rap
,,rsht Me oldest BY sor, his names John
,Ianr,. potsr Michael Shamus OShail. We calls
him Sbomus. an the rist it is nottn but waste
49,, r. I had thin names to use now, the pore
hob,. md bin christened wake ago. Me second
hv-Cod save him died whin he was plt aV
~ lad an I tuck his names fer the lasht TWO.
Rut IFS brvant me fwat 10 call tins wan
"You seem to have very large families In New
foundland. Mrs. OShoil?'
"Yis sor we does sor. Oh was wan OF t"lnS
given mesf. sor. an me neighbor, MIS- NN' mas
,rirtv-foor | had twnty hrudders ana SIN SIS.
,hcrs but the sishers is all dead wldou' IL me
II is n hard life these people lead, and n cheer
| loss one In many cases their dcsututloh Is co',-
! nletc The Government spends thousands OF ool-
| lars every winter in ablc-bolled pauper reheH Va
coprse there are instances OF thrift ana Juui'io'
economy with their inevitable rewards ooinc VI
the Gshcrmcns cottages are rch WIFI VI" Iva
nit,rc old china antique brass kettles and candle
sticks old eicht-day clocks, and thousand other
rolics If an honester age. which in newborn
would be graspcd ut eagerly ran across SET
Of willow-pattern china of over 500 pieces Ia
ut,lc opc-storied hut built upon three pies auu
rbr edge OF a rock. The china was III cyeiyu"S
use aud upon it's dark blue far q
If the Cclestials had shown all uhheeueu Ioa a.' ~
| iohg ccI,'u n.y. cahbocei L. E. Q.