Confessions Of Con Cregan, the Irish Gil BlasLever, Charles
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Confessions Of Con Cregan, the Irish Gil Blas
Lever, Charles
Ireland -- Fiction
"And you'd have been time enough too, if you had been always thinking of
what you were about, sir; but as you told me, you began a thinking and
a dreaming of twenty things far away. Besides, who knows what good turn
luck may take, just at the very moment when we seem to have least of
it?"
"You 're quite a philosopher, Con," said he, smiling.
"So Father Mahon used to say, sir," said I, proudly, and in reality
highly flattered at the reiteration of the epithet.
Thus chatting, we journeyed along, lightening the way with talk, and
making the hours seem to me the very pleasantest I had ever passed. At
last we came in sight of the steeple of Kinnegad, which lay in the plain
before us, about a mile distant.
The little town of Kinnegad was all astir as we entered it The "up
mail" had just come down, in the main street, sending all its passengers
flying in various directions,--through shop-windows; into cow-houses and
piggeries; some being proudly perched on the roof of a cabin, and others
most ignobly seated on a dunghill; the most lamentable figure of all
being an elderly gentleman, who, having cut a summerset through an
apothecary's window, came forth cut by a hundred small vials, and
bearing on his person unmistakable evidence of every odor, from
tar-water to assafotida. The conveyance itself lay, like the Ark after
the Deluge, quietly reposing on one side; while animals male and female,
"after their kind," issued from within. Limping and disconsolate figures
were being assisted into the inn; and black eyes and smashed faces were
as rife as in a country fair.
I was not slow in appropriating the calamity to a good purpose. "See,
sir," I whispered to my companion, "you said, a while ago, that nobody
had such bad luck as yourself; think what might have happened you, now,
if you had n't missed the coach."
"True enough, Con," said he, "there is such a thing as being too late
for bad as well as for good fortune; and I experience it now. But the
next question is, how to get forward; for, of course, with a broken
axle, the mail cannot proceed further."
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