"Now this was the first marriage that had happened for a long time in the neighbourhood between a Prodestant and a Catholic, and faix, there was of the bride"s uncles, ould Harry Connolly, a fairyman, who could cure all complaints wid a secret he had, and as he didn"t wish to see his niece married to sich a fellow, he fought bitterly against the match. All Moll"s friends, however, stood up for the marriage, barrin"
him, and, of coorse, the Sunday was appointed, as I said, that they were to be dove-tailed together.
"Well, the day arrived, and Moll, as became her, went to Ma.s.s, and Gusty to meeting, afther which they were to join one another in Jack Rafferty"s, where the priest, Father McSorley was to slip up afther Ma.s.s to take his dinner wid them, and to keep Mister McShuttle, who was to marry them, company. n.o.body remained at home but ould Jack Rafferty an"
his wife, who stopped to dress for dinner, for, to tell the truth, it was to be a great let-out entirely. Maybe if all was known, too, Father McSorley was to give them a cast of his office over and above the ministher, in regard that Moll"s friends were not altogether satisfied at the kind of marriage which McShuttle could give them. The sorrow may care about that--splice here, splice there--all I can say is that when Mrs. Rafferty was goin" to tie up a big bag pudden, in walks Harry Connolly, the fairyman, in a rage, and shouts, "Blood and blunder-bushes, what are yez here for?"
""Arrah, why, Harry? Why, avick?"
""Why, the sun"s in the suds, and the moon in the high Horricks; there"s a clip-stick comin" on, and there you"re both as unconsarned as if it was about to rain mether. Go out an" cross yourselves three times in the name o" the four Mandromarvins, for, as the prophecy says:--"Fill the pot, Eddy, supernaculum--a blazin" star"s a rare spectaculum." Go out, both of you, an" look at the sun, I say, an" ye"ll see the condition he"s in--off!"
"Begad, sure enough, Jack gave a bounce to the door, and his wife leaped like a two-year-ould, till they were both got on a stile beside the house to see what was wrong in the sky.
""Arrah, what is it, Jack?" says she, "can you see anything?"
""No," says he, "sorra the full of my eye of anything I can spy, barrin"
the sun himself, that"s not visible, in regard of the clouds. G.o.d guard us! I doubt there"s something to happen."
""If there wasn"t, Jack, what"d put Harry, that knows so much, in that state he"s in?"
""I doubt it"s this marriage," says Jack. "Betune ourselves, it"s not over an" above religious of Moll to marry a black-mouth, an" only for--; but, it can"t be helped now, though you see it"s not a taste o" the sun is willing to show his face upon it."
""As to that," says his wife, winkin" with both eyes, "if Gusty"s satisfied with Moll, it"s enough. I know who"ll carry the whip hand, anyhow; but in the manetime let us ax Harry within what ails the sun?"
"Well, they accordingly went in, and put this question to him, "Harry, what"s wrong, ahagur? What is it now, for if anybody alive knows "tis yourself?"
""Ah," said Harry, screwin" his mouth wid a kind of a dry smile, "The sun has a hard twist o" the colic; but never mind that, I tell you, you"ll have a merrier weddin" than you think, that"s all"; and havin"
said this, he put on his hat and left the house.
"Now, Harry"s answer relieved them very much, and so, afther callin" to him to be back for dinner, Jack sat down to take a shough o" the pipe, and the wife lost no time in tying up the pudden, and puttin" it in the pot to be boiled.
"In this way things went on well enough for a while, Jack smokin" away an" the wife cookin" an" dressin" at the rate of a hunt. At last, Jack, while sittin", I said, contently at the fire, thought he could persave an odd dancin" kind of motion in the pot that puzzled him a good deal.
""Katty," says he, "what in the d.i.c.kens is in this pot on the fire?"
""Nerra a thing but the big pudden. Why do you ax?" says she.
""Why," says he, "if ever a pot tuk it into its head to dance a jig, this did. Thunder and sparbles, look at it!"
"Begad, and it was thrue enough; there was the pot bobbin" up an" down, and from side to side, jiggin" it away as merry as a grig; an" it was quite aisy to see that it wasn"t the pot itself, but what was inside it, that brought about the hornpipe.
""Be the hole o" my coat," shouted Jack, "there"s somethin" alive in it, or it would niver cut sich capers!"
""Begorra, there is, Jack; something sthrange entirely has got into it.
Wirra, man alive, what"s to be done?"
"Jist as she spoke the pot seemed to cut the buckle in prime style, and afther a spring that"d shame a dancin" masther, off flew the lid, and out bounced the pudden itself, hoppin" as nimble as a pea on a drum-head about the floor. Jack blessed himself, and Katty crossed herself. Jack shouted and Katty screamed. "In the name of goodness, keep your distance; no one here injured you!"
"The pudden, however, made a set at him, and Jack lepped first on a chair, and then on the kitchen table, to avoid it. It then danced towards Katty, who was repatin" her prayers at the top of her voice, while the cunnin" thief of a pudden was hoppin" an" jiggin" it around her as if it was amused at her distress.
""If I could get a pitchfork," says Jack, "I"d dale wid it--by goxty, I"d thry its mettle."
""No, no," shouted Katty, thinkin" there was a fairy in it; "let us spake it fair. Who knows what harm it might do? Aisy, now," says she to the pudden; "aisy, dear; don"t harm honest people that never meant to offend you. It wasn"t us--no, in troth, it was ould Harry Connolly that bewitched you; pursue him, if you wish, but spare a woman like me!"
"The pudden, bedad, seemed to take her at her word, and danced away from her towards Jack, who, like the wife, believin" there was a fairy in it, an" that spakin" it fair was the best plan, thought he would give it a soft word as well as her.
""Plase your honour," said Jack, "she only spakes the truth, an" upon my voracity, we both feels much obliged to you for your quietness. Faith, it"s quite clear that if you weren"t a gentleman pudden, all out, you"d act otherwise. Ould Harry, the rogue, is your mark; he"s jist down the road there, and if you go fast you"ll overtake him. Be my song, your dancin"-masther did his duty, anyway. Thank your honour! G.o.d speed you, and may you niver meet wid a parson or alderman in your thravels."
"Jist as Jack spoke, the pudden appeared to take the hint, for it quietly hopped out, and as the house was directly on the roadside, turned down towards the bridge, the very way that ould Harry went. It was very natural, of coorse, that Jack and Katty should go and see how it intended to thravel, and as the day was Sunday, it was but natural too, that a greater number of people than usual were pa.s.sin" the road.
This was a fact; and when Jack and his wife were seen followin" the pudden, the whole neighbourhood was soon up and after it.
""Jack Rafferty, what is it? Katty, ahagur, will you tell us what it manes?"
""Why," replied Katty, "it"s my big pudden that"s bewitched, an" it"s out hot pursuin"--here she stopped, not wishin" to mention her brother"s name--"someone or other that surely put pishrogues (a fairy spell) an it."
"This was enough; Jack, now seein" he had a.s.sistance, found his courage comin" back to him; so says he to Katty, "Go home," says he, "an" lose no time in makin" another pudden as good, an" here"s Paddy Scanlan"s wife Bridget says she"ll let you boil it on her fire, as you"ll want our own to dress for dinner; and Paddy himself will lend me a pitchfork, for pursuin" to the morsel of that same pudden will escape, till I let the wind out of it, now that I"ve the neighbours to back an" support me,"
says Jack.
"This was agreed to, an" Katty went back to prepare a fresh pudden, while Jack an" half the townland pursued the other wid spades, graips, pitchforks, scythes, flails, and all possible description of instruments. On the pudden went, however, at the rate of about six Irish miles an hour, an" sich a chase was never seen. Catholics, Prodestants, and Prosbytarians were all afther it, armed, as I said, an" bad end to the thing but its own activity could save it. Here it made a hop, there a prod was made at it, but off it went, and someone, as eager to get a slice at it on the other side, got the prod instead of the pudden. Big Frank Farrell, the miller, of Ballyboulteen, got a prod backwards that brought a hullabulloo out of him that you might hear at the other end of the parish. One got a slice of the scythe, another a whack of a flail, a third a rap of the spade, that made him look nine ways at wanst.
""Where is it goin"?" asked one. "My life for you, it"s on its way to meeting. Three cheers for it, if it turns to Carntaul!" "Prod the sowl out of it if it"s a Prodestan," shouted the others; "if it turns to the left, slice it into pancakes. We"ll have no Prodestan" puddens here."
"Begad, by this time the people were on the point of begginnin" to have a regular fight about it, when, very fortunately, it took a short turn down a little by-lane that led towards the Methodist praychin"-house, an" in an instant all parties were in an uproar against it as a Methodist pudden. "It"s a Wesleyan," shouted several voices; "an" by this an" by that, into a Methodist chapel it won"t put a foot to-day, or we"ll lose a fall. Let the wind out of it. Come, boys, where"s your pitchforks?"
"The divil pursuin" to the one of them, however, ever could touch the pudden, and jist when they thought they had it up against the gravel of the Methodist chapel, begad, it gave them the slip, and hops over to the left, clane into the river, and sails away before their eyes as light as an egg-sh.e.l.l.
"Now, it so happened that a little below this place the demesne wall of Colonel Bragshaw was built up to the very edge of the river on each side of its banks; and so, findin" there was a stop put to their pursuit of it, they went home again, every man, woman, and child of them, puzzled to think what the pudden was at all, what it meant, or where it was goin". Had Jack Rafferty an" his wife been willin" to let out the opinion they held about Harry Connolly bewitchin" it, there is no doubt of it but poor Harry might be badly trated by the crowd, when their blood was up. They had sense enough, howaniver, to keep that to themselves, for Harry, bein" an ould bachelor, was a kind friend to the Raffertys. So, of coorse, there was all kinds of talk about it--some guessin" this, an" some guessin" that--one party sayin" the pudden was of their side, and another denyin" it, an" insisting it belonged to them, an" so on.
"In the meantime, Katty Rafferty for "fraid the dinner might come short, went home and made another pudden much about the same size as the one that had escaped, an" bringing it over to their next neighbour, Paddy Scanlan"s, it was put into a pot, and placed on the fire to boil, hopin"
that it might be done in time, espishilly as they were to have the ministher, who loved a warm slice of a good pudden as well as e"er a gentleman in Europe.
"Anyhow, the day pa.s.sed; Moll and Gusty were made man an" wife, an" no two could be more lovin". Their friends that had been asked to the weddin" were saunterin" about in the pleasant little groups till dinner-time, chattin" an" laughin"; but, above all things, sthrivin" to account for the figaries of the pudden; for, to tell the truth, its adventures had now gone through the whole parish.
"Well, at any rate, dinner-time was drawin" near, and Paddy Scanlan was sittin" comfortably wid his wife at the fire, the pudden boilin" before their eyes when in walks Harry Connolly in a flutter, shoutin" "Blood and blunder-bushes, what are yez here for?"
""Arrah, why, Harry--why, avick?" said Mrs. Scanlan.
""Why," said Harry, "the sun"s in the suds, an" the moon in the high Horricks! Here"s a clipstick comin" on, an" there you sit as unconsarned as if it was about to rain mether! Go out, both of you, an"
look at the sun, I say, an" ye"ll see the condition he"s in--off!"
""Ay, but, Harry, what"s that rowled up in the tail of your cothamore (big coat)?"
""Out wid yez," says Harry, "an" pray against the clipstick--the sky"s fallin"!"
"Begad, it was hard to say whether Paddy or the wife got out first, they were so much alarmed by Harry"s wild, thin face and piercin" eyes; so out they went to see what was wonderful in the sky, an" kep lookin" in every direction, but not a thing was to be seen, barrin" the sun shinin"
down wid great good-humour, an" not a single cloud in the sky.
"Paddy an" the wife now came in laughin" to scould Harry, who, no doubt, was a great wag in his way when he wished. "Musha, bad scran to you, Harry--" and they had time to say no more, howandiver, for, as they were goin" into the door, they met him comin" out of it, wid a reek of smoke out of his tail like a limekiln.
""Harry," shouted Bridget, "my sowl to glory, but the tail of your cothamore"s afire--you"ll be burned. Don"t you see the smoke that"s out of it?"