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1 62 Fictions <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> <strong>Irish</strong> <strong>Celts</strong>.<br />

honey," says I, " what's troubhng you ? " " It's air I<br />

want," says he ; " hft up <strong>the</strong> led a Uttle." I hfted up a<br />

comer. " That won't do," says he ; " I'm stifling. Throw<br />

<strong>of</strong>f <strong>the</strong> led, body and bones." I did so, and <strong>the</strong>re was a<br />

wicked-looking old fellow inside, with a beard on him a<br />

week old. "Thankee, ma'am," says he; "I think I'll<br />

be <strong>the</strong> easier for that. This is a lonesome place <strong>the</strong>m<br />

thieves left me in. Would you please to join me in a<br />

game <strong>of</strong> spoil-five V " Oh, musha, sir," says I, "isn't it<br />

thinking <strong>of</strong> making your sowl you ought to be %" "I<br />

don't want your advice," says he ; " maybe I haven't a<br />

soul at all. There's <strong>the</strong> cards. I deal— you cut."<br />

Well, I was so afeard that I took a hand with him ;<br />

but <strong>the</strong> dirty divel, he done nothing <strong>the</strong> whole time but<br />

cursin', and swearin', and cheatin'. At last, says I to myself,<br />

" I can't be safe in such company." So I threw<br />

down <strong>the</strong> cards, though I was within three <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> game,<br />

and walked <strong>of</strong>f. " Come back and finish <strong>the</strong> game,<br />

Cauth Morrisy," says he, shouting out, " or I'll make it<br />

<strong>the</strong> bad game for you." But I didn't let on to hear him,<br />

and walked away. "Won't you come back, Cauth?"<br />

says he ; " <strong>the</strong>n here goes." Well, <strong>the</strong> life had like to<br />

leave me, for I heard him tearing after me in his c<strong>of</strong>fin,<br />

every bounce it gave striking terror into my heart.<br />

I run, and I bawled, and he bawling after me, and<br />

<strong>the</strong> c<strong>of</strong>fin smashing against <strong>the</strong> stones. At last, where<br />

did I find myself but at <strong>the</strong> old gentleman's door, and<br />

if I didn't spring in and fasten <strong>the</strong> bolt, leave it till<br />

again.<br />

" Ah, is that you, my little colleen ? I thought you<br />

were asleep. Maybe you have a story for me now."<br />

" Indeed an' I have, sir," says I, an' I told him all that<br />

happen me since I saw him last. " You suffered a good<br />

deal," says he. " If you told me that story before, all<br />

your trouble i'd be spared to you." " But how could I<br />

tell it, sir," says I, " before it happened % " " That's true,"<br />

says he, and he began to scratch his wig. I was getting<br />

drowsy, and I didn't remember anything more till I woke

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