"
"Ay, is there that, sure enough, Dan; but you see--blur-an-age, what's
to be done? He can't die this way, wid nobody wid him but himself."
"Let us help him!" exclaimed another, "for God's sake, an' we won't be
apt to take it thin."
"Ay, but how can we help him, Frank? Oh, bedad, it 'ud be a murdherin'
shame, all out, to let the crathur die by himself, widout company, so it
would."
"No one wul take him in, for fraid o' the sickness. Why, I'll tell
you what we'll do:--Let us shkame the remainder o' this day off o' the
Major, an' build a shed for him on the road-side here, jist against the
ditch. It's as dhry as powdher. Thin we can go through the neighbors,
an' git thim to sit near him time about, an' to bring him little
_dhreeniens_ o' nourishment."
"Divil a purtier! Come thin, let us get a lot o' the neighbors, an' set
about it, poor bouchal. Who knows but it may bring down a blessin' upon
us aither in this world or the next."
"Amin! I pray Gorra! an' so it will sure I doesn't the Catechiz say
it? 'There is but one Church,' says the Catechiz, 'one Faith, an' one
Baptism.' Bedad, there's a power o' fine larnin' in the same Catechiz,
so there is, an' mighty improvin'."
An Irishman never works for wages with half the zeal which he displays
when working for love. Ere many hours passed, a number of the neighbors
had assembled, and Jemmy found himself on a bunch of clean straw, in a
little shed erected for him at the edge of the road.
Perhaps it would be impossible to conceive a more gloomy state of misery
than that in which young M'Evoy found himself.
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