CHAPTER XXIII. 



SEAL EATING A SALMON. 



"AROON! Aroon!" said Mick Rowan, who with 

 Terry Divvers and myself were floating down the 

 river Moy with the tide, and just coming in sight of 

 the bar, upon which several seals were lying basking. 

 " Them's big bastes, anywise," said Terry ; " sure 

 they're waiting to come up after the salmons when 

 the tide turns," said Mick ; " I'll engage there'll be 

 a great run of salmon this tide, or thim gintlemen 

 would not be there, and won't they make them lape 

 out of the water ! " " Sure, Mick," says Terry, 

 " you'll mind the salmon ating the sale, and holding 

 him under his arm ?" " What do you mean, Terry," 

 said I, " by a salmon eating a seal and holding him 

 under his arm ? " " Ah, nat at all," said Terry, " sure 

 I meant a sale ating a salmon, and holding him under 

 his arm ; sure I've say'd him do it more than once." 



