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“Tell us, Pedr, man, about the vision you had the last night but one. Do you be soon.” “Woe is me!” exclaimed Pedr. “The Big Man forgive me for forgetting what the little white Jesus told me.” “Come on, Pedr; come on, Pedr," cried the haymakers.

Pedr gazed on those below him.

“Boys bach nice,” he said, “Jesus did speak to me about you, and He did say things of great concern about Capel Sion. My dears, do you let Pedr now say a small prayer first.”

Pedr closed his eyes, and while he sang Sadrach the Small crawled forward on his belly and dug the prongs of his pitching-fork into him.

“The message! The message!” he cried. “Jasto, what a jolt-headed mare you are.”

“Do you let the fool be,” said Martha. “What is the matter for