Phil Purcel, The Pig-Driver; The Geography Of An Irish Oath; The Lianhan Shee: Traits And Stories Of The Irish Peasantry, The Works of; William Carleton, Volume ThreeCarleton, William
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Phil Purcel, The Pig-Driver; The Geography Of An Irish Oath; The Lianhan Shee: Traits And Stories Of The Irish Peasantry, The Works of; William Carleton, Volume Three
Carleton, William
Ireland -- Social life and customs -- Fiction
“Bl--t their eyes!” he at length exclaimed, “the ragged, hungry devils!
If they heard me with decency I could bear their obstinacy bettor: but
no, they must turn me into ridicule, and break their jests, and turn
their cursed barbarous grins upon me in my own vessel. I say, boys,”
he added, proceeding to address them once more--“I say, savages, I have
just three observations to make. The first is,”--
“Arrah, Captain, avourneen, hadn't you betther get upon a stool,” said
a voice, “an' put a text before it, thin divide it dacently into three
halves, an' make a sarmon of it.”
“Captain, you wor intended for the church,” added another. “You're the
moral (* model) of a Methodist preacher, if you wor dressed in black.”
“Let him alone,” said a third; “he'd be a jinteel man enough in a
wildherness, an' 'ud make an illigant dancin'-masther to the bears.”
“He's as graceful as a shaved pig on its hind legs, dancin' the
'Baltithrum Jig.'”
The captain's face was literally black with passion: he turned away with
a curse, which produced another huzza, and swore that he would rather
encounter the Bay of Biscay in a storm, than have anything to do with
such an unmanageable mob.
“Captain,” said a little, shrewd-looking Connaught man, “what 'ud you be
willin' to give anybody, ower an' abow his free passage, that 'ud tell
you how to get one half o' them out?”
“I'll give him a crown,” replied the captain, “together with grog and
rations to the eyes: I'll be hanged if I don't.”
“Then I'll do it fwhor you, sir, if you keep your word wit me.”
“Done!” said the captain; “it's a bargain, my good fellow, if you
accomplish it; and, what's more, I'll consider you a knowing one.”
“I'm a poor Cannaught man, your haner,” replied our friend Phil; “but
what's to prevent me thryin'? Tell thim,” he continued, “that you must
go; purtind to be for takin' thim all wit you, sir. Put Munster agin
Connaught, one-half on this side, an' the odher an that, to keep the
crathur of a ship steady, your haner; an' fwhin you have thim half
an' half, wit a little room betuxt thim, 'now,' says yer haner, 'boys,
you're divided into two halves; if one side kicks the other out o' the
ship, I'll bring the conquirors.'”
The captain said not a word in reply to Phil, but immediately ranged the
Munster and Connaught men on each side of the deck--a matter which he
found little difficulty in accomplishing, for each party, hoping that he
intended to take themselves, readily declared their province, and stood
together. When they were properly separated, there still remained about
forty or fifty persons belonging to neither province; but, at Phil's
suggestion, the captain paired them off to each division, man for man,
until they were drawn up into two bodies.
“Now” said he, “there you stand: let one-half of you drub the other out
of the vessel, and the conquerors shall get their passage.”
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