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 a tramper seen him coming this way at the fall of night.

There's harvest hundreds do be passing these days for the Sligo boat. For what is it you're wanting him, my poor man?

I want to destroy him for breaking the head on me with the clout of a loy. (He takes off a big hat, and shows his head in a mass of bandages and plaster, with some pride.) It was he did that, and amn't I a great wonder to think I've traced him ten days with that rent in my crown.

That was a great blow. And who hit you? A robber maybe?

It was my own son hit me, and he the divil a robber, or anything else, but a dirty, stuttering lout.

You'd best be wary of a mortified scalp, I think