The Tithe-Proctor: The Works of William Carleton, Volume TwoCarleton, William
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The Tithe-Proctor: The Works of William Carleton, Volume Two
Carleton, William
Ireland -- Social life and customs -- Fiction
“'Ah, indeed no wondher, Mr. Callaghan,' says the other; 'that's the
curse of the widows and orphans, and the poor in general, that you have
oppressed in ordher to keep up a fat an' greedy establishment,' says he,
'but in the mane time, keep a good heart--we're friends of yours, and
wishes you well; and if the curses have come down hot and heavy on your
back, we'll take them off it,' says he, 'so aisily and purtily, that if
you'll only shut your eyes, you'll think yourself in another world--I
mane of coorse the world you'll go to,' says he;--'we have got a few
nice and aisy machines here, for ticklin' sich procthors, in ordher to
laugh them into health again, and we'll now set you to rights' at wanst.
Comes, boys,' says he, turnin' to us, 'tie every sowl in the house,
barrin' the poor sick procthor that we all feel for, bekaise you see,
Misther Callaghan, in ordher to do the thing complate, we intind to have
your own family spectawthers of the cure.'
“'No,' said one of them, a determined man he was, 'that wasn't in our
agreement, nor it isn't in our hearts, to trate the innocent like the
guilty.'”
“'It must be done,' said the captain.
“'No,' said the other back to him, 'the first man that mislists a hair
of one of his family's heads, I'll put the contents of this through
him--if this onmanly act had been mentioned before, you'd a' had few
here tonight along wid you.'
“Well, sure enough, the most of us was wid the last speaker, so, instead
of cardin' the sick procthor before his own family, we tied and gagged
him so as that he neither spoke nor budged, and afther clappin' a guard
upon the family for an hour or two, we put him on horseback and brought
him up to where the grave was made. We then stripped him, and layin' him
across a ditch, we got the implements, of the feadhers as we call them,
to tickle him. Well, now, could you guess, boys, what these feadhers
was? I'll go bail you couldn't, so I may as well tell you at wanst;
divil resave the thing else, but half-a-dozen of the biggest tom-cats we
could get, and this is the way we used them. Two or three of us pitched
our hands well and the tails of the cats into the bargain, we then, as
I said, laid the naked procthor across a ditch, and began to draw the
tom-cats down the flesh of his back. God! how the unfortunate divil
quivered and writhed and turned--until the poor wake crature, that
at first had hardly the strength of a child, got, by the torture he
suffered, the strength of three men; for indeed, afther he broke the
cords that tied him, three, nor three more the back o' that, wasn't
sufficient to hould him. He got the gag out of his mouth, too, and then,
I declare to my Saviour his scrames was so awful that we got frightened,
for we couldn't but think that the voice was unnatural, an sich as no
man ever heard. We set to, however, and gagged and tied him agin, and
then we carded him--first down, then up, then across by one side, and
after that across by the other.
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