The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1890-01-23
A QUEENSTOWN JEHU.

her Maje5ty's mails TO arrive at Queens
town. there to meet the ocean grey
hound upon which | was returning
from a summer in Europe, accompan-
led by a friend, | started off on a
haunting" trip through the City of
Cove and its surrounding hills. Our
driver was a typical Coveite-indeed,
it would seem as 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 lie 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 response to the chirrups of our
Jehu, dragged us YEARLY over the
rough roads seemed so bidSe that it ex-
cited our comment, and led to wager
between us as to the name to which the
animal answered, when he answered
at all.
..i'll bet YOU sovereign his name is
Mickey" | yentured.
I'll bet a pound his name is Den
MS, retorted my companion, uncon-
5c.ously, dropping into what has since
become a famous slang phrase.
Pat" | queried, what is your
horses name?"
That depinds, yer honor" returned
he. ''Dinnis or Mickey, WHICHEVER
wan of yez goes halves on yer win
min 5"
The bet was declared off, but Pat got
his half-soyereign for his wit.
The coin made him communicative,
and he proceeded to regale us with
some more or less startling reminiscent
ces, among which he included an ac-
count of an explosion he had once wit
messed, the noise of which was ''thot
loud it made me so dafe oil cudn't hear
it,
He matched the oft-told story of how
one OF his countrvmen broke the news
of a comrades death to the bereaved
wife by asking her if the widow Ma
loGey was in, by another which | sus-
pect he evolved out of his inner con-
sciousness, and which was briefly as
follows: Pat called at the house of his
dead brother, having been warned by
his comrades to do this work delicate
IL, and to prepare the widows mind
for what was TO come before he ac-
quainted her with her bereavement.
Top O tn marnin' to yez, Missus
Mccarthy" he began.
Same to yez, Misther McCune."
Its sorry OF am far yez, Missus Nc
Carthy."
AN for why, old know?n
''Th' roosther's 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 whayres tn
body?"
'.Thayre amt no body, bekase it
wasn't til pig, but it is the ould COW
thot doied. >
All 90 long wild yez, Paddy Nc
Cune. Phwat's thot but tn COW "a
grain on the grass out thayre? TIL
ould boss is live as ony av yez."
''Oi know thot well, Missus McCar-
thy, bekase that cows outlived yer
hoosband Moike, whot's lyin' did be-
low. forninst Denny Burkes"
''Ah, Paddy, but you're dhroll
Moike did? Oh guess not. No sooch
I00cbrn
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 for
tune ii not fame in the Western Henri
sphere, and concerning whom he was
quite SOLICITORS. assuming that we had
Of course, met with his emigrated
friend.
"Oi'd ioike t hear well av the bye"
he said though OF fear he's gone
wrong. His poor mother is a-botherin'
herself out entoirely bekasc av him,
for bechune Us, gintlemin. the bye whit
an paid his rint, in New 1ark whole
his mother at home was doyin' for a
dhrar O poteen.n
Such an unprecedently depraved
course elected our heartfelt sympa-
thy.
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
developed Pat demonstrated by offer
ing to sell his horse and car for two
guineas, promising TO keep the turn
out for us until we came back again.
And what will you pay us for the
use of the horse. Pat?n | asked.
Two shillin' wake less than you
pay me for dhrivin' him." was the
ready response.
Of course we sounded him on the
rent question, and elected the econom-
ically 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 mi
quitous tax as some of his ultra
brethren deemed it.
Concerning his cart, he informed us
contidentially that it never had been
new; and to 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 10 him from the tender on which
we were steaming out to the ship, See
you later, Pat"
That depinds," he shouted.
ION what Pr
1.-The time az day, sure. John Ken
dTtck Bangs. an HaIper's Magazine.