40 ON GREENLAND AT DUCK-FLIGHT. 



decease of a peasant whose friends can afford 

 to pay for her accomplished services. The 

 fowler visited Cauthleen in order to engage 

 Cuck as a guide to Greenland for the evening. 

 The old woman was smoking, and apparently 

 also rehearsing a performance of her duties, for 

 she was muttering and rocking on a stool 

 before her hearth. Paudeen Morrissey's son 

 had just gone off of a decline, and Paudeen 

 wished him to be buried as those belonging to 

 him were buried before him. The keener was 

 conning over her task. " The wake was to be 

 that night in Arvane beyant ; had his honour 

 a drop o' whisky wid him to warm the ould 

 woman, who knew the stock he came from ?" 

 etc. " Och, God help us ! is it on Greenland 

 you're goin' fowlin', an' the cold night comin' 

 on already ! 'Tis a saying did your honour 

 ever hear it ? that wheresomever the divil 

 (God between us an' all harm) spends the day, 

 'tis on Greenland he spends the night ! Well, 

 sir, Cuck can go wid ye if you're bint on it." 

 And the withered beldame as the old novelists 

 would write calls for her son, who is drawing 

 figures with his bare big toe on the mud before 

 the cabin door. 



