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46 THE FIRESIDE STORIES OF IRELAND.
says the squire, pointing a gun at the lower pane. " Oh
Lord, my dear ! " says the wife, " sure you wouldn't shoot
the brave fellow ! " " Indeed, an' I wouldn't for a kingdom ;
there's nothmg but powder in it." Up went the head, bang
went the gun, down dropped the body, and a great souse
was heard on the gravel walk. " Oh Lord," says the lady,
" poor Jack is killed or disabled for life." " I hope not,"
says the squire, and down the stairs he ran. He never
minded to shut the door, but opened the gate and ran into
the garden. His wife heard his voice at the room door, be-
fore he could be under the window and back, as she thought.
" Wife, wife !" says he from the door, "the sheet, the sheet !
He is not killed, I hope, but he is bleeding like a pig. I
must wipe it away as well as I can, and get some one to
carry him in with me." She pulled it off the bed and threw
it to him. Down he ran like lightning, and Ije had hardly
time to be in the garden, when he was back, and this time
he came in in his shirt as he went out.
" High hanging to you, Jack," says he, " for an arrant
rogue ! " " Arrant rogue 1 " says she, " Isn't the poor fel-
low all cut and bruised? " " I didn't much care if he was.
What do you think was bobbing up and down at the win-
dow, and sossed down so heavy on the walk % a man's
clothes stuffed with straw and a couple of stones." " And
what did you want with the sheet just now, to wipe his
blood if he was only a man of straw ? " " Sheet, woman !
I wanted no sheet." " Well ; whether you wanted it or
not, I threw it to you, and you standing outside 0' the door."
" Oh, Jack, Jack, you terrible tinker !" says the squire,
" there's no use in striving with you. We must do M'ith-
out the sheet for one night. We'll have the marriage to-
morrow to get ourselves out of trouble."
So married they were, and Jack turned out a real good
husband. And the squire and his lady were never tired of
praising their son-in-law, "Jack the Cunning Thief.''
says the squire, pointing a gun at the lower pane. " Oh
Lord, my dear ! " says the wife, " sure you wouldn't shoot
the brave fellow ! " " Indeed, an' I wouldn't for a kingdom ;
there's nothmg but powder in it." Up went the head, bang
went the gun, down dropped the body, and a great souse
was heard on the gravel walk. " Oh Lord," says the lady,
" poor Jack is killed or disabled for life." " I hope not,"
says the squire, and down the stairs he ran. He never
minded to shut the door, but opened the gate and ran into
the garden. His wife heard his voice at the room door, be-
fore he could be under the window and back, as she thought.
" Wife, wife !" says he from the door, "the sheet, the sheet !
He is not killed, I hope, but he is bleeding like a pig. I
must wipe it away as well as I can, and get some one to
carry him in with me." She pulled it off the bed and threw
it to him. Down he ran like lightning, and Ije had hardly
time to be in the garden, when he was back, and this time
he came in in his shirt as he went out.
" High hanging to you, Jack," says he, " for an arrant
rogue ! " " Arrant rogue 1 " says she, " Isn't the poor fel-
low all cut and bruised? " " I didn't much care if he was.
What do you think was bobbing up and down at the win-
dow, and sossed down so heavy on the walk % a man's
clothes stuffed with straw and a couple of stones." " And
what did you want with the sheet just now, to wipe his
blood if he was only a man of straw ? " " Sheet, woman !
I wanted no sheet." " Well ; whether you wanted it or
not, I threw it to you, and you standing outside 0' the door."
" Oh, Jack, Jack, you terrible tinker !" says the squire,
" there's no use in striving with you. We must do M'ith-
out the sheet for one night. We'll have the marriage to-
morrow to get ourselves out of trouble."
So married they were, and Jack turned out a real good
husband. And the squire and his lady were never tired of
praising their son-in-law, "Jack the Cunning Thief.''
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| Early Gaelic Book Collections > J. F. Campbell Collection > Fireside stories of Ireland > (64) |
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| Description | By Patrick Kennedy. |
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| Shelfmark | Cam.1.f.17 |
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| Description | Volumes from a collection of 610 books rich in Highland folklore, Ossianic literature and other Celtic subjects. Many of the books annotated by John Francis Campbell of Islay, who assembled the collection. |
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| Description | Selected items from five 'Special and Named Printed Collections'. Includes books in Gaelic and other Celtic languages, works about the Gaels, their languages, literature, culture and history. |
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