ON GREENLAND AT DUCK-FLIGHT. 43 



triumphant crow at his activity, and with a 

 challenging snap of the fingers. Not a word 

 of the Queen's English would he speak or 

 understand. However, he appeared to be 

 quite certain of his route, which was a comfort 

 under the circumstances. The Greenland ridge 

 is at length passed, and the fowler, who has left 

 a change of clothes at Cauthleen's cabin, is 

 shortly knocking at the door of the mansion 

 for admittance. A little girl with bare feet has 

 been left in charge of the dwelling, Cauthleen 

 having departed on her professional errand. 

 Cuck subsides into quiet into a sound sleep, 

 in fact, by the side of the gaping chimney. 

 When the stranger has warmed himself, he 

 faces the night once more not to go home- 

 ward, but to see the wake for which the ser- 

 vices of Cauthleen na Keenthehaun had been 

 retained. 



Paud or Paudeen Morrissey's was a decent 

 farmhouse. The wake took place in a large 

 room, dimly lit, despite a blaze of candles 

 immediately round the corpse, which was 

 stretched on a white cloth on a table. No- 

 thing could be more unlike the pictures and 



