THE RIVER. 307 



First we raised our spurrets a trifle with a 

 dhrop of the rale Stone Turf, and then 

 straight away to the sandhills. There we 

 got a boat, and pulled straight for the shore 

 of Kildoney. 



" As soon as we wor all landed, Micky 

 says, ' Pheny, my boy/ says he (your rive- 

 rence will not know Pheny, but he's a rale 

 boy); 'Pheny,' says he, 'you'll just take 

 twenty of the boys, and make prisoners of 

 them blackguards as watches over the slob- 

 weirs, and then you'll come on to the 

 barrack.' 



" So then Micky, with the rest of us, 

 goes on straight for the barracks ; and 

 iligant did we get on, creeping along as still 

 as murder, when all at once, a-lepping the 

 ditch close to the barracks, we came right 

 on an ould divel of a harse, bad luck to him ! 

 sleeping under the wall. Up jumps the 

 harse, and runs nickering away right up to 

 the barrack. ' Crass o' Christh !' says Micky, 

 'we're done for harse and fut; run boys, 

 and make sure of the barrack.' And away 

 went Micky after the harse, and we all of 

 us hung back, not just knowing what to do, 



