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22 ustjust [sic] the more readily the more marvellous they were.—His master having gone one day to Belfast, he went to old Brien Sollaghan's wake, where a lad just eomecome [sic] home from a foreign voyage was telling stories out of the eoursecourse [sic] of nature, improbable. Paddy believed all he was relating but something about blaekamoorsblackamoors [sic]; for he swore "'twas impossible for one man to be blaekblack [sic], and another man white, for he could not be naturally blaekblack [sic] without he was painted; but," says he, 'Ill ask the master in the morning, when he eomescomes [sic] home, and then I'll know all about it.' So he says in the morning, 'Master, is there any such a thing as a blackamoor?' 'To be sure there is, as many as would make regiments of them, but they're all abroad.' 'And what makes them black?' 'Why, it's the elimateclimate [sic], they say.' 'And what's the elimateclimate [sic]?' 'Why I don't know: I believe it's something they rub upon them when they're very young.' 'They must have a deal of it, and very cheap, if there's as many of them as you say.—The next time you're in Belfast, I wish you'd get a pieeepiece [sic] of it, and we'll rub little Barney over with it and then we eancan [sic] have a blaekamoorblackamoor [sic] of our own. But as I'm going in the Irish Volunteer, from Larne to AmerieaAmerica [sic], in the spring, I'll see them there. Paddy went over as a redemptioner and had to serve a time for his passage. One day he was sent by his master six