The news & observer. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1894-current, 1899-09-10
MIR. DOOI4EY DESCRIBES
STORM On THE ATLANTIC.
(By Il. Peter Drlnne.)

Poor lads. poor lads, said Mr.. Dooley.
mltting aside his newspaper and rubbing
his glasses. '"ris hazard lot theirs
thim that go down into tn say in ships,
rs Shakespeare says. Ye nEver see a
storm on tn ocean? If coorse We didn {.
How cud We. We that was bor-rn away
FIRM home? But | have, Jawn; may tn
saints save me firm another.
Il come over in tn bowels ~ Dig
crazy balloon tx a propeller like wan "
THIN that we see hooked UP to Dlmpsey
dock, loaded with lumber an slabs an
Swedcs. We watched TIL little oil IS
land fadin' away behind us, with tn
sun strikin' tn white housetops ~
Queenstown an lightill' mp tn chinhbler
~ Martin Hogan's liquor store Not
wan iy us but had lift near all we loved
behind, am save a chance that we'd Fyef
spoon tn stirabout out ~ tn pot above
TIL oil peat fire again. Wis, de dad there
was man--a lad fr' m tn County Roscom,
mon. Divvle tn tear he shed. But
whin we had pa-arted firm land he tufn3
to me an says, We'll, we're ON our way
he says, We are that, says |. No
chanst fir thim to turn round an 90
hack saws he. sDivyle an fG., says J..
Thin he says, raisin' his voice, 'to ell
with tn Prince iv Wales, he says TO
ELL with him, he says.
AN that was the last we see of SKI
or sun FIR six days. That night come
IND the divvle's own storm. The waves
tore ann walloped tn OF boat am tn wind
howled an We clld hear tn machin' r.
snorttn' beyant. Mlm'ther but | was sick.
Wan time tn ship'd be sttin' ON it's tai
another it'd he standin' ON its head,
thin rowlin' over cow-like on tn side
an ivry time ii lurched me stummick
lurched with 1T, an / wac tore an rint
an tracked till if death'd come it'd found
me within. An tn RoScommon man,
glory be. hut ne was distressed. He set
ON tn f1rlre with his hands ON his belt
an his face as white as stone, an rock
ed to an fro. 'Ahoo, he says; 'ahoo, bur
me inSides has torn looseg he says. an
are tumbIm' around heE says. Say q
pather an any, says /, | was that mad
with tn big bosthoon FIR blatherin' ON
the fure. Say a pathcr an ANY,
saws. FIR we're near to deaths dure,
avick.' Am II says he, rafsh' mp
Thin he says, to ell with tn whole
riIe family he says. Oh. he was + bill.
Through the storm there was ba'bhy
erwin Twas little wan no more than
a year OIL. and twas owned by a Tfpp'-
rary man, who came firm near Clon-
nell: poor, weak, scarey-lookin little
diyvle that lost his wife an thin see tn
bailiff walk off with TIL COW, an thin
see him come back again with tn pro-
cess servers. An so he was comm over
with tEhI babby, an bein' mother an fatil-
er to it. he'd rock it he tn hour ON his
knees an talk nonKfnse to it an sing
it songs. 'A-ah, twas there | nit 4
maiden down be tn tan-ya-ard side an
TIL Wicklow Mountaineer,' an I'll
Rambler firm Clare an' 'ODcnmeil
Aboo'--crooning thin i'm tn LITTLE babby =
, ear am pawn no attintion to tn boolnln'
thunder above his head. Day am night
!, day an might. poor soul. An tn babby
c1.yin' ont its heart am Hmm settfn' there
with eyes as red as his hair an maxim
no kick Poor soui.
"Bmt wan day tn ship settled down
steady an our ragin' stumm'cks with il
! an tn Roscommon mani shakes himself