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of pipes of shag tobacco. I'd a capital strong head 

 for baccy in those days, and light mixtures and such 

 like elegant compositions were hardly known. But 

 a short clay pipe, or what was called a duddeen, 

 with shag tobacco or twist, which latter all the 

 Paddies used to smoke, and which was always so 

 damp that it would never keep alight, was the only 

 smoke one could get, unless one was a real swell, 

 and smoked cigars. " Say that big fellow?" said 

 Terry, as he pointed to a grey-headed old seal, 

 " how he's making them fly about ! " Up he came, 

 and then down again, and was evidently fishing in 

 the most approved style. 



All of a sudden there was a most excited shout from 

 Terry, " Ah ! the sale ! Say the sale, say the sale ating 

 the salmon ! " And positively, believe it who can 

 that has not seen it, there was a seal who seemed 

 to be almost standing up in the water with a grilse of 

 six or eight pounds firmly grasped under his flipper, 

 and putting down his head and regularly eating it. 



" Did yer anner iver say the like of that, now ? " said 

 friend Terry. " Sure I was thinking we'd niver say 

 him getting his dinner at all this day. Sure, yer 

 anner will belave that now, anyway ! Sure yer anner 

 say'd it yoursel ! Sure yer anner would not have 



