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house. This feeling was, of course, repu- 

 diated among the gentlemen, as altogether 

 unworthy of them ; as indeed it was, hut it 

 was none the less acted upon for all that. 

 Among the followers themselves the feeling 

 was undisguised and open, and that it did 

 not produce a goodly crop of shillelaghs, was 

 only because their masters discountenanced 

 utterly and severely repressed such active 

 exhibitions of personal attachment. 



In good truth, it was fully as much for 

 the pleasure of outwitting the Barrister, as 

 in hope of catching a fish, that the Parson 

 took his seat under the wall at Cos na 

 Wonna, some half hour before the earliest 

 streaks of dawn revealed the soft outline of 

 the hills about Enniskillen. The rod was 

 pitched in a conspicuous place to catch the 

 earliest rays, and give notice that the throw 

 was occupied, and Pat busied himself with 

 kindling a fire which he had built up from 

 a pillaged turf stack. The coffee, which 

 was soon simmering on the hot turfs, did 

 duty also to boil the eggs, while the pewter 

 bottoms of the whisky flasks formed very 

 fair substitutes for coffee-cups. 



"Pat," said the Parson, when all these 



