258 A WELL-SPENT SUNDAY. 



became of the wounded men, if any were 

 wounded, I do not know. I have been doing 

 nothing but asking questions all this morn- 

 ing, and I cannot get a satisfactory answer 

 about any one thing. Can it be possible 

 that the people themselves do not know ?" 



" Come, now we shall hear something 

 about it," said the Parson; "here is the 

 man that can tell us, if any one can," as 

 Pat Gallagher, with his invariable accom- 

 paniment, the Parson's gaff, on his shoulder, 

 lounged up the street. Pat was scrupulously 

 clean, and looked particularly tidy, and un- 

 like his weekday-self, dressed as he was in 

 his Sunday clothes. " Here, Pat," con- 

 tinued he, " tell us something about this 

 business. Who are the honest fellows who 

 did that job so cleverly?" 



u Divel a know I knows, your riverence," 

 said Pat. " They say it 's the boys from 

 county Mayo." 



" County Mayo!" said the Squire. "Why 

 how the devil should they come here ? " 



" Troth, your honour, that's true for you," 

 said Pat. 



" Why, county Mayo is forty miles off, is 

 it not ? " said the Ballyshannon fisherman. 



