Highways and byways of the Pacific coast . ore in Ireland, andwJiats the matther they dont give the people per-mission for to mine it 1 I spose if I was to go back thereand try to get that gold theyd put me in jail, eh .? Well, now, I was by the creek another time wherethere was a deep hole wid a ruffle below it, and in thisdeep place I see soom throut. Wan was ahead and theothers was following like a lot of dogs running afteranother, goin along in rotation. The first throut hadsoomthing in its mouth—oh, so shining—joost likesunlight. Pretty soon the throut dropped it, and thenext one picked i
Highways and byways of the Pacific coast . ore in Ireland, andwJiats the matther they dont give the people per-mission for to mine it 1 I spose if I was to go back thereand try to get that gold theyd put me in jail, eh .? Well, now, I was by the creek another time wherethere was a deep hole wid a ruffle below it, and in thisdeep place I see soom throut. Wan was ahead and theothers was following like a lot of dogs running afteranother, goin along in rotation. The first throut hadsoomthing in its mouth—oh, so shining—joost likesunlight. Pretty soon the throut dropped it, and thenext one picked it up and the rest kept on chasing untilhe dropped it and another ketched it, and away wid ! I kept watchin and by and by I gothold o the shining thing—and what was it but adimond. I didnt know thin, though, what it was, andI ran home and showed it to me mother and said, *Oh,look what a nice little rock I got! But she let the gintlemans daughter take it, and theyoung lady put it in a ring. I worked at her house whin. The artist Santa Barbara and its Historic Mission 117 I got older, and she would show me the ring wid thediamond in it and make it flash the light over on thewall, and she would tell how she had the value of somooch wealth on her finger. Thats the way peoplehave cheated me all me life—because I would nivergrab for anything. Perhaps not iveryone would have seen what I of us are odd from the balance of the have tould you about the gold and the dimond, butthe most wonderful thing in me life is that I have seenthe fairies. Me father seen em too, and he said hisfather did before him; and so I suppose have all theginerations in our family from the commincement ofthe woruld right down. I remimber the first time Iseen em I was a boy out in the pasture. I was all alone,and I seen forty or fifty little men goin along, and theywere no more than three feet high. They wore stove-pipe hats and bobtail coats and knee-breeches, and eachha
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