“Faix, I doubt that, Masther--ha, ha, ha!” replied Peter; “I'm afeard I will, of an odd time, for I'm not able to carry what I used to do; but no matther: thry what you can do for me this time, any how. I think I could bear the long dozen still if I didn't make mistakes.” O'Flaherty accordingly set himself to work; and as his knowledge, not only of the parish, but of every person and house in it, was accurate, he soon had a tolerably correct skeleton map of it drawn for Peter's use. “Now,” said he, “lend me your ears.” “Faix, I'll do no sich thing,” replied Peter--“I know a thrick worth two of it. Lend you my ears, inagh!--catch me at it! You have a bigger pair of your own nor I have--ha, ha, ha!” “Well, in other words, pay attintion. Now, see this dot--that's your own house.” “Put a crass there,” said Peter, “an' thin I'll know it's the Crass-roads.” “Upon my reputation, you're right; an' that's what I call a good specimen of ingenuity. I'll take the hint from that, an' we'll make it a Hieroglyphical as well as a Geographical oath. Well, there's a crass, wid two tumblers. Is that clear?” “It is, it is! faix” “Now here we draw a line to your son Dan's. Let me see; he keeps a mill, an' sells cloth. Very good. I'll dhraw a mill-wheel an' a yard-wand. There's two tumblers. Will you know that?” “I see it: go an, nothin' can be clearer. So far, I can't go asthray.” “Well, what next? Two behind your own garden. What metaphor for the garden? Let me see!--let me cogitate! A dragon--the Hesperides! That's beyant you. A bit of a hedge will do, an' a gate.” “Don't put a gate in, it's not lucky. You know, when a man takes to dhrink, they say he's goin' a gray gate, or a black gate, or a bad gate. Put that out, an' make the hedge longer, an' it'll do--wid the two tumblers, though.” “They're down. One at the Reverend Father Mulcahy's. How will we thranslate the priest?” “Faix, I doubt that will be a difficquilt business.” “Upon my reputation, I agree wid you in that, especially whin he repates Latin. However, we'll see. He writes P.P. afther his name;--pee-pee is what we call the turkeys wid. What 'ud you think o' two turkeys?” “The priest would like them roasted, but I couldn't undherstand that. No; put down the sign o' the horsewhip, or the cudgel; for he's handy, an' argues well wid both?” “Good! I'll put down the horsewhip first, an' the cudgel alongside of it; then the tumbler, an' there'll be the sign o' the priest.” “Ay, do, Masther, an' faix the priest 'll be complate--there can be no mistakin' him thin. Divil a one but that's a good thought!” “There it is in black an' white. Who comes next? Frank M'Carroll. He's a farmer. I'll put down a spade an' a harrow. Well, that's done--two tumblers.” “I won't mistake that, aither. It's clear enough.” “Bartle Gorman's of Cargah. Bartle's a little lame, an' uses a staff wid a cross on the end that he houlds in his hand. I'll put down a staff wid a cross on it.”