. Perfect pearls of poetry and prose; the most unique, touching, inspiring and beautiful literary . wint through me head like a flash, an thin I answeredhis inquiry. Jamie Butler, the waiver, sez I; and if it wouldnt inconvanienceyer honor, would yez be kind enough to step down and show me the wayto the house of Dennis ODowd ? Who ! Whoo ! Whooo ! sez he. Dennis ODowd, sez I, civil enough, and a dacent man he is, andfirst cousin to mc own mother. Who ! Whoo ! Whooo ! sez ho again. Mo mother! sez I, and as fine a woman iver peeled a bilcd pratiewid hi?r thumb nail, and her fathe
. Perfect pearls of poetry and prose; the most unique, touching, inspiring and beautiful literary . wint through me head like a flash, an thin I answeredhis inquiry. Jamie Butler, the waiver, sez I; and if it wouldnt inconvanienceyer honor, would yez be kind enough to step down and show me the wayto the house of Dennis ODowd ? Who ! Whoo ! Whooo ! sez he. Dennis ODowd, sez I, civil enough, and a dacent man he is, andfirst cousin to mc own mother. Who ! Whoo ! Whooo ! sez ho again. Mo mother! sez I, and as fine a woman iver peeled a bilcd pratiewid hi?r thumb nail, and her fathers name was Paddy McFiij;i!,in. Who! Whoo! Whooo! Paddy McFiggin! bad luck to yer deaf ould head, Paddy McFiggin,I say—do ye hoar that? An Ik; was the tallest man in all county Tipp(M--ary, excij)t Jim Doyle, the blacksmith. Who ! Whoo ! Wliooo ! Jim Doyle, tlie blacksmith, sez I, ye good for nothiii blaggurdnaygur, and if yez dont come down and slioNV mc the way this mint, Illclimb u[) there and break every bone in your skin, ye spalpeen, so sure asmc name is Jimmy Butlnr ! JIMMY BUTLER AND THK OWf. 103. Who! Whoo ! Whooo ! sez he, iwimpident as ever. I said niver a word, but lavhi downme bundle, and takin me stick in meteeth, I began to cUmb the tree. WhinI got among the branches I lookedquietly around till I saw a pair of bigeyes just forninst me. Whist, sez I, and Ill let himhave a taste of an Irish stick, and widthat I let drive and lost me balance ancame tumblin to the ground, nearlybreakin me neck wid the fall. WhinI came to rae sinsis I had a very sorehead wid a lump on it like a goose egg, and half of me Sunday coat-tail torn off intirely. I spoke to the chap inthe tree, but could git niver an answer, at all, at all. Sure, thinks I, he must have gone home to rowl up his head, for by thepowers I didnt throw me stick for nothin. Well, by this time the moon was up and I could see a little, and Idetarmined to make one more effort to reach Denniss. I wint on cautiously fo
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