MEMORIES OF THE COUNTRY PEOPLE 75 



mined I'd nesht below in the bushes and beckon 

 at the vilyin so that he'd be across ye're own new 

 grass and so I waited. Out he come, sthealin' 

 along for himself an makin' sthraight for ye're 

 field of his own accord, not goin' me ways at all. 

 An' suddenly he seen me. He sthud up with a 

 puss on him like a Christian an' he turned around 

 with a soort of a grin on him like that he a say, 

 * Here's for ye now with ye're interfayrance ' an' 

 he med right-handed across, it was a half a mile of 

 a round on him and sthraight over to me fields 

 that he'd have left if I'd left him. Wasn't it the 

 price of me," said Conolly flinging a bundle of 

 bushes across a scarred oozing gap, "for the bad 

 thoughts that was at me." 



" Divil mend then for foxes," he added with 

 heat. " Let them go where they likes an' the 

 Hunt at their heels. I won't be saying this or 

 that to them I tell ye again, yer honor." 



He was left a completely resigned man. 



" Success. Well over. Good begob." This, 

 though one may be jumping into a man's small 

 patch of land with the grass beginning to grow 

 on it. If you get over with a foot to spare no 

 Irishman wiU mind what damage you do, but a 

 bad jump is another pair of shoes. Their hearts 

 are with the " sphort," which I cannot beUeve 

 they would ever like to see done away with. 



Whenever there is a hunt they are out to see 



