While this dialogue was going forward, several cars were gathered round the place, with a seeming view to hem in Egan's voters, and interrupt their progress to the poll; but the gate of the yard suddenly opened, and the fellows within soon upset the car which impeded their egress, gave freedom to the pigs, who used their liberty in eating the cabbages, while their owner was making cause with his party of O'Gradyites against the outbreak of Egan's men. The affair was not one of importance; the numbers were not sufficient to constitute a good row--it was but a hustling affair, after all, and a slight scrimmage enabled Tom Durfy to head his men in a rush to the poll. The polling was now prosecuted vigorously on both sides, each party anxious to establish a majority on the first day; and of course the usual practices for facilitating their own, and retarding their opponents' progress were resorted to. Scatterbrain's party, to counteract the energetic movement of the enemy's voters and Murphy's activity, got up a mode of interruption seldom made use of, but of which they availed themselves on the present occasion. It was determined to put the oath of allegiance to all the Roman Catholics, by which some loss of time to the Eganite party was effected. This gave rise to odd scenes and answers, occasionally:--some of the fellows did not know what the oath of allegiance meant; some did not know whether there might not be a scruple of conscience against making it; others, indignant at what they felt to be an insulting mode of address, on the part of the person who said to them, in a tone savouring of supremacy--"_You're_ a Roman Catholic?"--would not answer immediately, and gave dogged looks and sometimes dogged answers; and it required address on the part of Egan's agents to make them overcome such feelings, and expedite the work of voting. At last the same herculean fellow who gave O'Grady the fierce answer about the _blunderbuss tenure_ he enjoyed, came up to vote, and fairly bothered the querist with his ready replies, which, purposely, were never to the purpose. The examination ran nearly thus:-- "You're a Roman Catholic?" "Am I?" said the fellow. "Are you not?" demanded the agent. "You say I am," was the answer. "Come, sir, answer--What's your religion?" "The thrue religion." "What religion is that?" "My religion." "And what's _your_ religion?" "My mother's religion." "And what was your mother's religion?" "_She tuk whisky in her tay._" "Come, now, I'll find you out, as cunning as you are," said the agent, piqued into an encounter of wits with this fellow, whose baffling of every question pleased the crowd. "You bless yourself, don't you?" "When I'm done with, I think I ought." "What place of worship do you go to?" "The most convaynient." "But of what persuasion are you?" "My persuasion is that you won't find it out." "What is your belief?" "My belief is that _you're_ puzzled." "Do you confess?" "Not to you."