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grate big limekiln. Shure the boys must have lit a big 

 bonefire on top of it to welcome me." 



"Hill of Howth?" says a sailor chap, "you're a Grecian, 

 that's not the Hill of Howth." 



" Not the Hill of Howth ? " says Paudeen. 



" No," says he, " That's Mount Vesuvius." 



" Aisy, aisy," says Paudeen, " Isn't Mount Vesulpherous in 

 Italy?" 



" Yis," says he. 



" An' isn't Italy in France ? " says Paudeen. 



" Of coorse," says he. 



" An' isn't France in Gibberalther ? " says Paudeen. 



" To be sure," says he. 



" An' isn't Gibberalther in Roossia ? " say Paudeen. 



" May be so," says he. " But we're in Italy, anyhow. This 

 is the Bay of Naples, and that is Mount Vesuvius." 



" Are you sure ? " says Paudeen. 



" I am " says he. 



" And says Paudeen " Be me sowl it was thrue for him. 

 The ship made a big blundher in takin' me to Naples, whin 

 I wanted to go to Dublin, d'ye mind." 



And so ended " Paudeen o' Rafferty's say voyage." It is 

 now half-past nine p.m. and the fun is fast and furious, so with 

 these few discursive notes about Marnham feast Mr. Hopper 

 will leave to the imagination of his readers the remaining 

 scenes up to closing time. 



Since Mr. Hopper wrote his last notes the weather has 

 been most unsettled, thunderstorms, and heavy rains prevail- 

 ing, and storm water has been tearing down the river in 

 such a manner as to disperse all the larger species of fish from 

 their usual haunts. On Monday last, however, the river was 

 fairly clear of floating weed, and Mr. Hopper pottered about 

 baiting a swim or two in readiness for Tuesday evening's 

 fishing. He then put together his rod just on the off chance of 

 finding a roaming chub, and in this he was successful, as he 

 soon had in the boat one of 2ilbs. Very few minutes 

 remained before the mantle of night was cast over the river, 



