All on the Irish shore - Irish sketches (1910) (14592592790)

Identifier: allonirishshorei00some (find matches)
Title: All on the Irish shore : Irish sketches
Year: 1910 (1910s)
Authors: Somerville, E. . (Edith none), 1858-1949 Ross, Martin, 1862-1915
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Publisher: London New York, Bombay (etc.) : Longmans, Green, and co.
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN



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le with thecandle. Look at that! he said, lowering thelight and displaying a long transverse scar begin-ning at the mares knee and ending in an enlargedfetlock. I seen that, said the smith. And look at that! continued Mr. Fennessy,putting back the shaggy hair on her shoulder. Awide and shiny patch of black skin showed wherethe hatters plate glass had flayed the shoulder.She played the divil goin through the streets,and made flitthers of herself this way, in a shopwindow. Gunning give the word to shoot her.The dealers boy told Patsey Crimmeen. TwasPatsey was caring her at the show for Miss Fitzroy.Shtan will ye! —this to the mare, whose eyesglinted white as she flung away her head from thelight of the candle. Whatever fright she got she didnt forget it,said the smith. I was up in Dublin meself the same time,pursued Mr. Fennessy. Afther I seein PatseyI took a sthroll down to Brennans yard. The legwas in two halves, barrin the shkin, and theshowldher swoll up as big as a sack o meal. I
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MR. GUNNING WAS LOOKIN OUT FOR A COB. The Connemara Mare. 87 was three or four days goin down to look at herthis way, and I seen she wasnt as bad as whatthey thought. I come in one morning, and theboy says to me, The boss has three horses cominin to-day, an I dunno wherell we put this one,I goes to Brennan, and he sitting down to hisbreakfast, and the wife with him. Sir, says I, for the honour of God sell me that mare ! Wehad hard strugglin then. In the latther end thewife says, Its as good for ye to part her, James,says she, and Mr. Gunning 11 never know whatway she went. This honest man 11 never saywhere he got her. I will not, maam, says I. Ihave a brother in the postin line in Belfast, and itsfor him Im buyin her. The process of making nail-holes in the shoeseemed to engross the taciturn young smiths atten-tion for the next minute or two. There was a man over from Crafifroe in townyesterday, he observed presently, that said Mr.Gunning was lookin out for a cob, and hed fancyone tha