The Ned M'Keown Stories: Traits And Stories Of The Irish Peasantry, The Works of; William Carleton, Volume ThreeCarleton, William
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The Ned M'Keown Stories: Traits And Stories Of The Irish Peasantry, The Works of; William Carleton, Volume Three
Carleton, William
Ireland -- Social life and customs -- Fiction
* A brave man. He was a man of huge size and prodigious
strength, and died in consequence of an injury he received
in lifting one of the cathedral bells at Clogher, which is
said to be ten hundredweight.
“'How do you like that, Farrell?' Neal would say, giving him a
cuff--'and that, and that; but that is best of all. Take it again,
gudgeon (two cuffs more)--here's grist for you (half a dozen
additional)--hard fortune to you! (crack, crack.) What! going to lie
down!--by all that's terrible, if you do, I'll annigulate* you! Here's a
dhuragh,** (another half dozen)--long measure, you savage!--the baker's
dozen, you baste!--there's five-an'-twenty to the score, Sampson! and
one or two in' (crack, whack).
* Annihilate--Many of the jawbreakers--and this was one in a
double sense--used by the hedge-schoolmasters, are scattered
among the people, by whom they were so twisted that it would
be extremely difficult to recognize them.
** Dhuragh--An additional portion of anything thrown in from
a spirit of generosity, after the Measure agreed on is
given. When the miller, for instance, receives his toll, the
country-people usually throw in several handfuls of meal as
a Dhuragh.
“'Oh! murther sheery!' shouted the miller. 'Murther-an-age, I'm kilt!
Foul play!--foul play!'
“'You lie, big Nebuchodonosor! it's not--this is all fair play, you
big baste! Fair play, Sampson!--by the same a-token, here's to jog your
memory that it's the Fair day of Knockimdowny! Irish Fair play, you
whale! But I'll whale you' (crack, crack, whack).
“'Oh! oh!' shouted the miller.
“'Oh! oh! is it? Oh, if I had my scissors here till I'd clip your ears
off--wouldn't I be the happy man, any how, you swab, you?' (whack,
whack, crack).
“'Murther! murther! murther!' shouted the miller. 'Is there no help?'
“'Help, is it?--you may say that (crack crack): there's a trifle--a
small taste in the milling style, you know; and here goes to dislodge
a grinder. Did ye ever hear of the tailor on horseback, Sampson? eh?
(whack, whack). Did you ever expect to see a tailor on horseback of
yourself, you baste? (crack). I tell you, if you offer to lie down, I'll
annigulate you out o' the face.'
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