"Would the mistress have anything for me when dinner is over, your honour?"
"To be sure. We have no room here for you just now; sit in the porch for a while."
"G.o.d bless your honour"s family, and yourself!"
Soon some one that was sitting near the window cried out, "Oh, sir, there"s a big hare scampering like the divil round the bawn. Will we run out and pin him?"
"Pin a hare indeed! much chance you"d have; sit where you are."
That hare made his escape into the garden, but Jack that was in the beggar"s clothes soon let another out of the bag.
"Oh, master, there he is still pegging round. He can"t make his escape: let us have a chase. The hall door is locked on the inside, and Mr. Jack can"t get in."
"Stay quiet, I tell you."
In a few minutes he shouted out again that the hare was there still, but it was the third that Jack was just after giving its liberty. Well, by the laws, they couldn"t be kept in any longer. Out pegged every mother"s son of them, and the squire after them.
"Will I turn the spit, your honour, while they"re catching the _hareyeen_?" says the beggar.
"Do, and don"t let any one in for your life."
"Faith, an" I won"t, you may depend on it."
The third hare got away after the others, and when they all came back from the hunt, there was neither beggar nor goose in the kitchen.
"Purshuin" to you, Jack," says the landlord, "you"ve come over me this time."
Well, while they were thinking of making out another dinner, a messenger came from Jack"s father to beg that the squire, and the mistress, and the young lady would step across the fields, and take share of what G.o.d sent. There was no dirty mean pride about the family, and they walked over, and got a dinner with roast turkey, and roast beef, and their own roast goose; and the squire had like to burst his waistcoat with laughing at the trick, and Jack"s good clothes and good manners did not take away any liking the young lady had for him already.
While they were taking their punch at the old oak table in the nice clean little parlour with the sanded floor, says the squire, "You can"t be sure of my daughter, Jack, unless you steal away my six horses from under the six men that will be watching them to-morrow night in the stable."
"I"ll do more than that," says Jack, "for a pleasant look from the young lady"; and the young lady"s cheeks turned as red as fire.
Monday night the six horses were in their stalls, and a man on every horse, and a good gla.s.s of whisky under every man"s waistcoat, and the door was left wide open for Jack. They were merry enough for a long time, and joked and sung, and were pitying the poor fellow. But the small hours crept on, and the whisky lost its power, and they began to shiver and wish it was morning. A miserable old colliach, with half a dozen bags round her, and a beard half an inch long on her chin came to the door.
"Ah, then, tendher-hearted Christians," says she, "would you let me in, and allow me a wisp of straw in the corner; the life will be froze out of me, if you don"t give me shelter."
Well, they didn"t see any harm in that, and she made herself as snug as she could, and they soon saw her pull out a big black bottle, and take a sup. She coughed and smacked her lips, and seemed a little more comfortable, and the men couldn"t take their eyes off her.
"Gorsoon," says she, "I"d offer you a drop of this, only you might think it too free-making."
"Oh, hang all impedent pride," says one, "we"ll take it, and thankee."
So she gave them the bottle, and they pa.s.sed it round, and the last man had the manners to leave half a gla.s.s in the bottom for the old woman.
They all thanked her, and said it was the best drop ever pa.s.sed their tongue.
"In throth, agras," said she, "it"s myself that"s glad to show how I value your kindness in giving me shelter; I"m not without another _buideal_, and you may pa.s.s it round while myself finishes what the dasent man left me."
Well, what they drank out of the other bottle only gave them a relish for more, and by the time the last man got to the bottom, the first man was dead asleep in the saddle, for the second bottle had a sleepy posset mixed with the whisky. The beggar woman lifted each man down, and laid him in the manger, or under the manger, snug and sausty, drew a stocking over every horse"s hoof, and led them away without any noise to one of Jack"s father"s outhouses. The first thing the squire saw next morning was Jack riding up the avenue, and five horses stepping after the one he rode.
"Confound you, Jack!" says he, "and confound the numskulls that let you outwit them!"
He went out to the stable, and didn"t the poor fellows look very lewd o"
themselves, when they could be woke up in earnest!
"After all," says the squire, when they were sitting at breakfast, "it was no great thing to outwit such ninny-hammers. I"ll be riding out on the common from one to three to-day, and if you can outwit me of the beast I"ll be riding, I"ll say you deserve to be my son-in-law."
"I"d do more than that," says Jack, "for the honour, if there was no love at all in the matter," and the young lady held up her saucer before her face.
Well, the squire kept riding about and riding about till he was tired, and no sign of Jack. He was thinking of going home at last, when what should he see but one of his servants running from the house as if he was mad.
"Oh masther, masther," says he, as far as he could be heard, "fly home if you wish to see the poor mistress alive! I"m running for the surgeon.
She fell down two flights of stairs, and her neck, or her hips, or both her arms are broke, and she"s speechless, and it"s a mercy if you find the breath in her. Fly as fast as the baste will carry you."
"But hadn"t you better take the horse? It"s a mile and a half to the surgeon"s."
"Oh, anything you like, master. Oh, _Vuya, Vuya!_ misthress _alanna_, that I should ever see the day! and your purty body disfigured as it is!"
"Here, stop your noise, and be off like wildfire! Oh, my darling, my darling, isn"t this a trial?"
He tore home like a fury, and wondered to see no stir outside, and when he flew into the hall, and from that to the parlour, his wife and daughter that were sewing at the table screeched out at the rush he made, and the wild look that was on his face.
"Oh, my darling!" said he, when he could speak, "how"s this? Are you hurt? Didn"t you fall down the stairs? What happened at all? Tell me!"
"Why, nothing at all happened, thank G.o.d, since you rode out; where did you leave the horse?"
Well, no one could describe the state he was in for about a quarter of an hour, between joy for his wife and anger with Jack, and _sharoose_ for being tricked. He saw the beast coming up the avenue, and a little gorsoon in the saddle with his feet in the stirrup leathers. The servant didn"t make his appearance for a week; but what did he care with Jack"s ten golden guineas in his pocket.
Jack didn"t show his nose till next morning, and it was a queer reception he met.
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"That was all foul play you gave," says the squire. "I"ll never forgive you for the shock you gave me. But then I am so happy ever since, that I think I"ll give you only one trial more. If you will take away the sheet from under my wife and myself to-night, the marriage may take place to-morrow."
"We"ll try," says Jack, "but if you keep my bride from me any longer, I"ll steal her away if she was minded by fiery dragons."
When the squire and his wife were in bed, and the moon shining in through the window, he saw a head rising over the sill to have a peep, and then bobbing down again.
"That"s Jack," says the squire; "I"ll astonish him a bit," says the squire, pointing a gun at the lower pane.
"Oh Lord, my dear!" says the wife, "sure, you wouldn"t shoot the brave fellow?"
"Indeed, an" I wouldn"t for a kingdom; there"s nothing but powder in it."
Up went the head, bang went the gun, down dropped the body, and a great souse was heard on the gravel walk.
"Oh, Lord," says the lady, "poor Jack is killed or disabled for life."
"I hope not," says the squire, and down the stairs he ran. He never minded to shut the door, but opened the gate and ran into the garden.