130 WHAT I HAVE SEEN WHILE FISHING 



until the pigs were rested and hungry again when, 

 no doubt, the little comedy (minus my misfortune) 

 would be played again. 



It was Sarly himself who, looking at my clothes, 

 tendered advice that might have been useful had it 

 been offered sooner. " It's aisy you must be, and 

 shure you must stand where the pigs themselves 

 can see yer honor's detarmination. May I make 

 bould to ask yer honour to walk in and tak a sate, 

 and it's some of the dirt I'll be taking from ye." 



Mr. Sarly, outdoors, was quite an important 

 fellow, yet, no sooner inside his cabin than he 

 swelled out and up considerably. " Mabby, set a 

 chair for the gintleman. Tim, is that a pathern of 

 yer manners to the gintleman that gave ye the 

 fish ? Quiet the child, will ye," and then, turning 

 to Mrs. Sarly with a slight bend of the upper 

 part of his great structure and with one arm 

 akimbo the hand of which held the great hat 

 and with his other arm stretched towards me, 

 he said, " Shure, thin, this is the gintleman that'll 

 be killing all the fish in Donegal before he'll lave 

 it at all, and it's by the same token that Tim 

 brought us two of thim." 



The little Sarlys were everywhere in general, 

 and particularly so over and about their tall, hand- 

 some mother. She was so cumbered with them 

 that I offered her my hand quickly, fearing she 

 might attempt some grand curtsy to match the 

 manners of her husband. 



