68 OINEY O'SHEA. 



Would I go. I was afraid of my life he would 

 leave me, but Oiney was not ready to start yet. 

 'You must," said he, "run over to your uncle, who I 

 see working in the field yonder, and ask him if you can 

 come. Tell him you have been asked to go over to 

 O'Shea's for a lark with the lads and I think he'll 

 say yes." 



Inside of half an hour I was seated in Oiney 

 O'Shea's spring wagon, rattling over the road towards 

 the center of Irishtown. Oiney O'Shea's house was in 

 a straight line about three miles from Flynn's, being on 

 the second concession from the back road on which 

 Maud and Claret ran, while their houses were built on 

 the opposite end of the farms, the O'Shea's being to- 

 wards the south, while Uncle Flynn's was towards the 

 north. Oiney drove home through the lane on which 

 he told me he galloped his horses, and that I would 

 see all of them and also see his lads. On the trip up 

 the lane he stopped and went over in a field where 

 three men were hoeing corn. They talked for some 

 time and I noticed that at intervals one or more of 

 them turned and looked at me. In a short time all of 

 them walked over to the fence and I then learned that 

 they were Oiney's three brothers, Mickey, Terry and 

 Paddy, or as no doubt a parish register somewhere in 

 Ireland showed, Michael, Terrence and Patrick, while 

 the fourth was Owen. Terry ventured the remark 

 that I would have to stay three or four days. That 

 made me as proud as a peacock. Just think of it, 

 almost a week among the race horses, and when he fol- 

 lowed it up with the remark that he would see Flynn 

 and tell him, I would not have traded places with the 

 Prince of Wales. 



