IO4 MEMORIES OF GLEXAUGH. 



of a job for Mr. Joyce; and when it was over, 

 I come in and sat in the kitchen just as it 

 might be, sir, savin' your presence, here, waitin" 

 until it was time for me to walk home. I lit 

 my pipe, an' I suddenly remimbered that I 

 had left my ould caubeen in the haggard. So, 

 widout thinkin' a nothing I opens the door 

 ladin' to the yard. The night was dark, but 

 there was a strake o' moonlight near the fut of 

 a ladder close to the haggard ; an', to me sur- 

 prise, I see Bill Walshe, who minded the pigs 

 an' things, stoopin' down close by this. c Bill/ 

 says I, ' there's a caubeen o' mine foremust the 

 haggard; will ye bring it in wid you when 

 you're comin' ?' The never a word from Bill. 

 ' Begor,' says I to myself, ' this is a quare busi- 

 ness/ An' wid that, sir, I walks up to the 

 spot, an' my heart was in my mouth, when, as 

 if it melted, the figure at the end of the ladder 

 wint away. I caught hold av my hat, an' was 

 runnin' in as fast as my legs could carry me, 

 when somethin', I dunna what, made me look 

 round again ; an' there, sure enough, was that 

 same that I took for Bill Walshe, stoopin' 

 down just as I saw it afore. ' In God's name/ 



