CHAPTER XXII. 



SKINNING THE SEAL. 



" DID yer anner iver smell the like of Dinnis ? " 

 said Terry Divvers, who was my boatman at Ballina, 

 and with whom I was just getting into my boat to 

 go fishing one piping hot day in July. " The divil 

 a one of me iver smelt the like of 'em at all. Dinnis, 

 ye sowl, be out of that now," says Terry ; " sure 

 you'll niver be going in the boat with his anner this 

 day smilling that how. Bad luck to me, but I smilt 

 you coming a mile aff." 



The worthy object of this, as yet, unintelligible 

 discourse had approached the boat, and, wanting a 

 job, accosted me with " Will I be linding a hand 

 with yer anner to-day ? " The history of Dinnis, 

 and how he came to smill that how, is as follows : 

 Two or three days before, Terry Divvers and Dennis 



