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careless, improvident animal, who makes you laugh in books, or 

 gi-ins and roars his brief hour behind the footlights, is not generally 

 met with in common life. Among the car drivers of Dublin, Cork, 

 and Waterford he is still to be seen, as also among the guides and 

 boatmen of Killarney. With these the science of chafif is parti}' 

 traditional, partly acquired ; they are actors, and. like other 

 perfoi-mers. earn a salary in the ratio of their merits. 



The glorious sun went to bed with a very red face : the clouds, his 

 gentlemen ushers, clad in crimson, bowed low in the west, and the 

 night was waim and calm from all which signs any baby could tell 

 you how small was the chanco of wind on the morrow. So before 

 " turning in," we decided on an early start for Castle Pollard, and 

 hope to find a change for the better when we return. 



CHAPTER XVn. 



Contains nothing about the Killing, though a good deal concerning the Curing 

 of Salmon The Day ends better than it promised. 



May 17. 

 L'homme propose, Dieu dispose. We are but poor creatures. Last 

 night it was determined to make an early start for Castle Pollard ; 

 this morning a crushing sick headache put such a move altogether 

 out of the question. Fortunately, my present disagi'eeable inmate 

 seldom pays me a visit ; but even twice in the year is more often 

 than I wish to see him. Of course he will keep me at home all day. 

 Well, if he does, we'll be even with him, and dish up a blue pill and 

 a black draught, instead of soup and fish. What a bore it is to be 

 laid up in a country town ! I have sent out to forage for books, and 

 the messenger brings back an ancient number of the Gentleman s 

 Magazine, with the martyrdom of St. Anthony, of some place which 

 did not exactly appear, the title-page being considerably the worse 



