Irish ways . , here scowled thunderously at Timover Mrs. Farrells shoulder, but Tim continuedunaware : To be sure now I was thinkin Battyhad some raison of his own when he painted theyoke an inch deep that-a way. Its the tasty ouldcontraption entirely. And if that baste hasnt gotside-bones, I dont know his head from his OKelly, bedad ! Himselfs the gay ould ladthats in it. This is how it happened that there were somany places empty in Clochranbeg Chapel on acertain Sunday morning. And nothing but thegreat popularity of Phelim and his wife preventedit from coming to pass as a further
Irish ways . , here scowled thunderously at Timover Mrs. Farrells shoulder, but Tim continuedunaware : To be sure now I was thinkin Battyhad some raison of his own when he painted theyoke an inch deep that-a way. Its the tasty ouldcontraption entirely. And if that baste hasnt gotside-bones, I dont know his head from his OKelly, bedad ! Himselfs the gay ould ladthats in it. This is how it happened that there were somany places empty in Clochranbeg Chapel on acertain Sunday morning. And nothing but thegreat popularity of Phelim and his wife preventedit from coming to pass as a further sequel thata lift on MGonigals car should be used as a commonperiphrasis for any piece of unsuccessfully attemptedbenevolence. For in these places people have onlya small choice of events whereon to base their pro-verbial philosophy, and to sharpen their satiricalwits ; so that they cannot well afford often to letslip the opportunity offered by even such trivialoccurrences as the failure of this first A TRANSFER One misty morning on the threshold betweenwinter and spring, a stir and bustle, as of some un-seasonable harvest, pervaded the land. There wasmuch hewing, lopping, and sawing, tugging atheavy, unwieldy masses, and gathering up of smallscattered fragments. For the biggest wind of halfa century had swept past a few days since, and hadmade a power of work, not to be finished in as manytwelvemonths. This was now in full swing, rangingfrom the removal of ponderous trunks, trailed likeogres artillery on creaking wheels by uninterestedhorses, to the procession of tangled, totteringbundles, each one overloading an old crone, stiffand bent, who moralised upon the goodness of 176 IRISH WAYS ill-winds, little or big, as she saw the heap of fire-wood rising in the corner of yard or kitchen. Lisnacran is clustered, with a dozen thatchedroofs or so, at the mountain end of a narrow greenglen, which sinks and spreads into the sombre-coloured, peaty level of Moyathy Bog ; and i
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