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comes to Ballyshannon, and asks for an in- 

 telligent guide to show him the country. 

 You will agree with me, that he could hardly 

 have found a more intelligent fellow than the 

 man he got — our friend Pat Gallagher, no 

 less. I was talking to Pat about it the 

 other day. 



" ' He got out a big pocket-book/ said 

 Pat, ■ and he cut his pencil, and he sat down 

 on a rock stone, and asked me about the 

 priests, and the rents, and the crops, and 

 the landlords, and what-and-all besides. I 

 never saw such a divel for asking.' 



" * And what did you tell him, Pat ?' 

 said I. 



" ' 0, the divel a word of truth did he get 

 from me, your riverence/ 



" * Why, you don't mean to say that you 

 let him put down a parcel of stuff that was 

 not true ? ' 



" ■ Troth, an' he did then, your riverence.' 



" ' And why on earth could you not tell 

 him the truth ? ' said I. 



" ' Ah ! Who would be the fool, then ?— 

 how would I know what he'd be after ? ' 



" * But what did you tell him ? ' said I, 

 laughing ; for I was mightily tickled at the 



