San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1891-10-16
UNCLE JESSE IN IRELAND.

n Reporter Who Knew Not San An
tonio-An Irish Effervescing Drink.
The Fine Old haunting Car.
Briggs and the Barney Stone.
An Irish Theatre-On 10 Scot
land.
BERLIN, Germany, Sept. II, 1891.
Daily LIGHT.
Let me see, where was I in my last
Oh! yes, had arrived at the end o.
my ocean voyage, felt we'll and ready
to land on ground where there are no
snakes, only in exceptional cases,
though an unnatural condition of the
mind superinduced by a total disre-
gard of the effects of alcohol on the
human system, regret to say l saw
q few aggravated symptoms OF this
character. Well the small side wheel
or finally arrived and embodied my
friend Briggs and myself and soon
the distance between US was so grea?
that the fluttering handkerchiefs
could not be connected with any one
In particular, (of course we waved for
some time on general principles) but
q wave arrived that set some down
and others up to the guard rail, max
ing them regret q portion of their
breakfast.
l talked with a Queenstown re-
porter about q variety of sub
jects, he seemed rather dense on
America, and would you believe it!
he had never heard OF san Antonio or
Seguin, or any of the important cities
of Texas. But he was well posted on
the Irish question. The steamer
bumped against the wharf and my
friend departed for other sources of
information. / found Briggs stretch
ed across a clothes hamper, deathly
pale with no appetite. 1 gave him
the last of my Day rum and he re-
vived and got real clipper. After
struggle we got our effects spread
out before the officer who searched
Briggs boxes for COgnac; poor man he
suggested the aroma OF spirits and
did not get Oh to the fact that 1t was
Briggs himself. He finally pasted
the paster on Briggs effects with a
look that plainly said Il know you
have got something about you that
should be taxed, but iii let you off
this time" Briggs must have felt
guilty, for he handed him sixpepce,
which seemed to make him feel that
the government had been fairly treat.
ed. In front of me stood a young
lady and her mother, and it was
funny to hear the old Irish
officer ask each in turn, Have yez
any foire arrums? Have yez any
bsccy or cigars? Haveyez any spirits
wild yez? II thought there was a touch
of pathos in this last appeal) and he
seemed much disappointed at the
negative reply. We now checked our
baggage ahead to Cork, after which
/ felt lighter and went to the hotel.
Feeling thirsty were paired to the bar
room and found q young woman-of
Irish extraction-in attendance. She
smiled and withdrew to attend to a
customer, and my fat friend flew to
looking glass and combed his chin
whiskers and was highly engaged in
turning his cuffs, when she returned.
He ordered something light, gin L
think, and asked the maid If she
had some etfervesciHg drinks, she
hesitated moment ere replying, "Yis
soir, certainly, fitch koind wud ye
loike, L wud Recommend that foine
ould Orish whiskey." stopped her
and sampled the popular beverage
and must say it was excellent. After
breakfast we employed a jaunting car
and drove five miles through most
picturesque country. / never enjoyed
a ride more than this, for while saw
many other beautiful parts OF Ireland,
this was the first, and left an impress
sion that 1rishmen ought TO he proud
of and love old ireland, TOR rhere is a
beauty in it all its ov". In strong
contrast to the beautiful residences
and rich fields were the signs of ex-
treme poverty. When approaching a
poor man'S habitation, children, from
little toddlers to those nearly grown,
ran and after bidding us a pleasant
day, at once got down to cuisine ss and
gently requested "Ha-penny sorr, ha-
penny sOrr.n If the request was re-
fused they became more importunate,
and as they became short of breath
through long running the gasp of ina
pen-ny-sOrr-plaze sor-rr," and if this
was not et1ectual they would run on
for another halt mile, breathing hard
but with their eyes ever on you and
the sound would go on In your imag-
ination until the penny sorr" came
from your plethoric (perhaps) purse
and you were rewarded with such a
smile as a lad breathing for life could
give, but which had in it thankful
ness and "God bless you my son !"
The traveller has to use discretion in
giving aims, as. If be is too profuse,
the very progress Of the equippage