Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1895-12-19

:. a1nel1Jrd was 70 marcn the JnrooDs
down by night TO New Ross, on fut, an
to saise liz the mornin on the little river
steamboa that Threaded between Wather-
ford an Ross. They could also colla'
the barges belongin to the Barrow
Navigation company, put the throops
aboord of 'em, an cover in the cargo
wud tarpaulins. an in this way they
could get right into the heart of Wather-
ford city before any warnin could raich
the ears OF the onsuspectin Danes
Laiye the rest to me, Mac. ould
boy, says Sthrongbow, when the plan
of the campaign had taken 'em as far as
the quays of Watherford If there's
wan thing / have wal1eneSs for, it's
Danes. Gev me a good how an arrow
an handful of Osfmen caught in a
thrap. an you never saw nater pincush-
ions made in your born days.
81 suppose it's this wakeness Of yours
for bows an arrows-childhren 5 toys, in
my opinion, says the ould king scorn-
fully-''that's got you the name of
Sthrongbow?
1T Is, " say Sthrongbow
Faith, then. they ought to call your
masther Longbow, for the way he spun
the yarn TO me about lendin me yourself
an the throops out of pure friendship
marks him out as the most elegant liar
in this quarther of the globe. =
Sure that's not lynn at all, Mac,
Guild boy" says Lord F.lnbroke; sit 5
only negotiatin, just like yourself an the
kings of Ireland raycently.
You're too sharp for me, Richard, y
says King Dermot Let us call a
thruce an start against our common en-
envy. the Dane. =
The throops wor got ready at vance,
an at nightfall they started the march
for New Ross, wud Sthrongbow at their
head ON horseback an Dermot bringin
up the rear ON a side car.
When they raiched the outskirts of
Ross, they wor challenged by a consta-
BILE who was on night duty in the neigh
borhood.
Sthrongbow thried to argue wud the
man at first, offered to make a sergeant
of him if he'd join the Norman throops,
but the peeler WASH t too fond of hard
work, an he knew he'd be kept purity
busy if he became Norman sergeant.
When Sthrongbow found out all he want
ed from the man consarnin the garrison
at New Ross, he simply dhrew out from
him an let fly his bow arrow, an the
royal Irish constable went to glory wud
just wan groan.
Then Lord Pembroke rode back to
King Dermot to tell him his plans
Whats stoppin the procession, Rich
ard?' roars the ould monarch of Lem
sther as be saw Sthrongbow ridin up in
the darkness.
"Only peeler, says Sthrongbow
''Offer him pinsion, roars the king,
an thry an get rid of him in that way "
sOh, he's pinsioned nately," says
Sthrongbow. An then he tould ould
King Mae how he'd thrated the man.
=" IN afeard we must have a slaughther-
in match in New Ross tonight, Mac,
ould boy, says he.
sMurdher alive'' says the king in a
terrified way hadn t you enough blood
shed in Waxford?"
There's no use in half measures, .
says Sthrongbow If we don't polish
off these men of Ross, they II be sendin
word up by road to the Danes i'll Wa
therford, an that'ud upset our apple
cart completely. In for "a penny in for a
pound, Guild boy, says he . Twill be
all the same in hundred years."
oh. have it your own way, Richard -
says the king in heartbroken voice
= don t know where this business will
end at all. Sweet bad luck to yon. City
O'Rorke'' he groans, buryin his face in
his hands
"That sounds like bar of a comic
song, laughs Sthrongbow, ridin off into
the darkness.