He immediately strided with the horn under his arm, towards the barn, where he knelt, and began his orisons in a tone sufficiently loud to be heard in the kitchen. When he was gone, Mrs. Reillaghan, who, with the curiosity natural to her s.e.x, and the superst.i.tion peculiar to her station in life, felt anxious to hear Darby"s dream, urged Mike to follow him forthwith, that he might prevail on him to detail it at full length.
Darby, who knew not exactly what the dream ought to be, replied to Mike"s inquiries vaguely.
"Mike," said he, "until the proper time comes, I can"t tell it; but listen; take my advice, an" slip down to Peggy Gartland"s by and by. I have strong suspicions, if my dhrame is thrue, that Frank M"Kenna has a design upon her. People may be abroad this night widout bein" noticed, by rason o" the Midnight Ma.s.s; Frank has, friends in Kilnaheery, down behind the moors; an" the divil might tempt him to bring her there. Keep your eye an him, or rather an Peggy. If my dhrame"s true, he was there this night."
"I thought I gave him enough on her account," said. Mike. "The poor girl hasn"t a day"s pace in regard of him; but, plase goodness, I"ll soon put an end to it, for I"ll marry her durin" the Hollydays."
"Go, avick, an" let me finish my Pudheran Partha: I have to get through it before the Midnight Ma.s.s comes. Slip down, and find out what he was doin"; and when you come back, let me know."
Mike, perfectly aware of young M"Kenna"s character, immediately went towards Lisrum, for so the village where Peggy Gartland lived was called. He felt the danger to be apprehended from the interference of his rival the more acutely, inasmuch as he was not ignorant of the feuds and quarrels which the former had frequently produced between friends and neighbors, by the subtle poison of his falsehoods, which were both wanton and malicious. He therefore advanced at an unusually brisk pace, and had nearly reached the village, when he perceived in the distance a person resembling Frank approaching him at a pace nearly as rapid as his own.
"If it"s Frank M"Kenna," thought he, "he must pa.s.s me, for this is his straight line home."
It appeared, however, that he had been mistaken; for he whom he had supposed to be the object of his enmity, crossed the field by a different path, and seemed to be utterly ignorant of the person whom he was about to meet--so far, at least, as a quick, free, unembarra.s.sed step could intimate his unacquaintance with him.
The fact, however, was, that Reillaghan, had the person whom he met approached him more nearly, would have found his first suspicions correct. Frank was then on his return from Gartland"s, and no sooner perceived Reillaghan, whom he immediately recognized by his great height, than he took another path in order to avoid him. The enmity between these rivals was, deep and implacable; aggravated on the one hand by a sense of unmerited injury, and on the other by personal defeat and the bitterest jealousy. For this reason neither of them wished to meet, particularly Frank M"Kenna, who not only hated, but feared his enemy.
Having succeeded in avoiding Reillaghan, the latter soon reached home; but here he found the door closed, and the family, without a single exception, in the barn, which was now nearly crowded with the youngsters of both s.e.xes from the surrounding villages.
Frank"s arrival among them gave a fresh impulse to their mirth and enjoyment. His manners were highly agreeable, and his spirits buoyant almost to levity. Notwithstanding the badness of his character in the opinion of the sober, steady, and respectable inhabitants of the parish, yet he was a favorite with the desolate and thoughtless, and with many who had not an opportunity of seeing him except in his most favorable aspect. Whether he entertained on this occasion any latent design that might have induced him to a.s.sume a frankness of manner, and an appearance of good-humor, which he did not feel, it is difficult to determine. Be this as it may, he made himself generally agreeable, saw that every one was comfortable, suggested an improvement in the arrangement of the seats, broke several jests on Bariry and Granua Waile--which, however, were returned with interest--and, in fact, acquitted himself so creditably, that his father whispered with a sigh to his mother--"Alley, achora, wouldn"t we be the happy family if that misfortunate boy of ours was to be always the thing he appears to be?
G.o.d help him! the gommach, if he had sinse, and the fear o" G.o.d before him, he"d not be sich a pace o" desate to sthrangers, and such a divil"s limb wid ourselves: but he"s young, an" may see his evil coorses in time, wid the help o" G.o.d."
"Musha, may G.o.d grant it!" exclaimed his mother: "a fine slip he is, if his heart "ud only turn to the right thoughts. One can"t help feelin"
pride out o" him, when they see him actin" wid any kind o" rason."
The Irish dance, like every other a.s.sembly composed of Irishmen and Irishwomen, presents the spectators with those traits which enter into our conception of rollicking fun and broad humor. The very arrangements are laughable; and when joined to the eccentric strains of some blind fiddler like Barny Dhal, to the grotesque and caricaturish faces of the men, and the modest, but evidently arch and laughter-loving countenances of the females, they cannot fail to impress an observing mind with the obvious truth, that a nation of people so thoughtless and easily directed from the serious and useful pursuits of life to such scenes, can seldom be industrious and wealthy, nor, despite their mirth and humor, a happy people.
The barn in which they danced on this occasion was a large one.
Around the walls were placed as many seats as could be spared from the neighbors" houses; these were eked out by sacks of corn laid length-wise, logs of round timber, old creels, iron pots with their bottoms turned up, and some of them in their usual position. On these were the youngsters seated, many of the "boys" with their sweethearts on their knees, the arms of the fair ones lovingly around their necks; and, on the contrary many of the young women with their bachelors on their laps, their own necks also gallantly encircled by the arms of their admirers. Up in a corner sat Barny, surrounded by the seniors of the village, sawing the fiddle with indefatigable vigor, and leading the conversation with equal spirit. Indeed, his laugh was the loudest, and his joke the best; whilst, ever and anon, his music became perfectly furious--that is to say, when he rasped the fiddle with a desperate effort "to overtake the dancers," from whom, in the heat of the conversation, he had unwittingly lagged behind.
Dancing in Ireland, like everything else connected with the amus.e.m.e.nt of the people, is frequently productive of bloodshed. It is not unusual for crack dancers from opposite parishes, or from distant parts of the same parish, to meet and dance against each other for victory. But as the judges in those cases consist of the respective friends or factions of the champions, their mode of decision may readily be conjectured. Many a battle is fought in consequence of such challenges, the result usually being that not he who has the lightest heel, but the hardest head, generally comes off the conqueror.
While the usual variety of Irish dances--the reel, jig, fling, three-part-reel, four-part-reel, rowly-powly, country-dance, cotillion, or cut-along (as the peasantry call it), and minuet, vulgarly minion, and minionet--were going forward in due rotation, our readers may be a.s.sured that those who were seated around the walls did not permit the time to pa.s.s without improving it. Many an attachment is formed at such amus.e.m.e.nts, and many a bitter jealousy is excited: the prude and coquette, the fop and rustic Lothario, stand out here as prominently to the eye of him who is acquainted with human nature, as they do in similar a.s.semblies among the great: perhaps more so, as there is less art, and a more limited knowledge of intrigue, to conceal their natural character.
The dance in Ireland usually commences with those who sit next the door, from whence it goes round with the sun. In this manner it circulates two or three times, after which the order is generally departed from, and they dance according as they can. This neglect of the established rule is also a fertile source of discord; for when two persons rise at the same time, if there be not room for both, the right of dancing first is often decided by blows.
At the dance we are describing, however, there was no dissension; every heart appeared to be not only elated with mirth, but also free from resentment and jealousy. The din produced by the thumping of vigorous feet upon the floor, the noise of the fiddle, the chat between Barny and the little sober knot about him, together with the brisk murmur of the general conversation, and the expression of delight which sat on every countenance, had something in them elevating to the spirits.
Barny, who knew their voices, and even the mode of dancing peculiar to almost every one in the barn, had some joke for each. When a young man brings out his sweetheart--which he frequently does in a manner irresistibly ludicrous, sometimes giving a spring from the earth, his caubeen set with a knowing air on one side of his head, advancing at a trot on tiptoe, catching her by the ear, leading her out to her position, which is "to face the fiddler," then ending by a snap of the fingers, and another spring, in which he brings his heel backwards in contact with his ham;--we say, when a young man brings out his sweetheart, and places her facing the fiddler, he asks her what will she dance; to which, if she as no favorite tune, she uniformly replies--"Your will is my pleasure." This usually made Barny groan aloud.
"What ails you, Barny?"
"Oh, thin, murdher alive, how little thruth"s in this world! Your will"s my plea.s.sure! _Baithirshin!_ but, sowl, if things goes an, it won"t be long so!"
"Why, Barny," the young man would exclaim, "is the ravin" fit comin"
over you?"
"No, in troth, Jim; _but it"s thinkin" of home I am_. Howandiver, do you go an; but, _naboklish!_ what"ll ye have?"
""Jig Polthouge," Barny: but on your wrist ma bouchal, or Katty will lave us both ut o" sight in no time. Whoo! success! clear the coorse.
Well done, Barny! That"s the go."
When the youngsters had danced for some time, the fathers and mothers of the village were called upon "to step out." This was generally the most amusing scene in the dance. No excuse is ever taken on such occasions, for when they refuse, about a dozen young fellows place them, will they will they, upright upon the floor, from whence neither themselves nor their wives are permitted to move until they dance. No sooner do they commence, than, they are mischievously pitted against each other by two sham parties, one encouraging the wife, the other cheering on the good man; whilst the fiddler, falling in with the frolic, plays in his most furious style. The simplicity of character, and, perhaps, the lurking vanity of those who are the b.u.t.ts of the mirth on this occasion, frequently heighten the jest.
"Why, thin, Paddy, is it strivin" to outdo me you are? Faiks, avourneen, you never seen that day, any way," the old woman would exclaim, exerting all her vigor.
"Didn"t I? Sowl, I"ll sober you before I lave the flure, for all that,"
her husband would reply.
"An" do you forget," she would rejoin, "that the M"Carthy dhrop is in me; ay, an" it"s to the good still."
And the old dame would accompany the boast with a fresh attempt at agility; to which Paddy would respond by "cutting the buckle," and snapping his fingers, whilst fifty voices, amidst roars of laughter, were loud in encouraging each.
"Handle your feet, Kitty, darlin"--the mettle"s lavin" him!"
"Off wid the brogues, Paddy, or she"ll do you. That"s it; kick off the other, an" don"t spare the flure."
"A thousand guineas on Katty! M"Carthy agin Gallagher for ever!--whirroo!"
"Blur alive the flure"s not benefittin by you, Paddy. Lay on it, man!--That"s it!--Bravo!--Whish!--Our side agin Europe!"
"Success, Paddy! Why you could dance the Dusty Miller upon a flure paved wid drawn razures, you"re so soople."
"Katty for ever! The blood"s in you, Katty; you"ll win the day, a _ban choir!_ (* decent woman). More power to you!"
"I"ll hould a quart on Paddy. Heel an" toe, Paddy, you sinner!"
"Right an" left, Katty; hould an", his breath"s goin"."
"Right an" wrong, Paddy, you spalpeen. The whiskey"s an you, man alive: do it decently, an" don"t let me lose the wager."
In this manner would they incite some old man, and, perhaps, his older wife, to prolonged exertion, and keep them bobbing and jigging about, amidst roars of laughter, until the worthy couple could dance no longer.
During stated periods of the night, those who took the most prominent part in the dance, got a plate and hat, with which they went round the youngsters, to make collections for the fiddler. Barny reserved his best and most sarcastic jokes for these occasions; for so correct was his ear, that he felt little difficulty in detecting those whose contributions to him were such as he did not relish.
The apt.i.tude of the Irish for enjoying humorous images was well displayed by one or two circ.u.mstances which occurred on this night. A few of both s.e.xes, who had come rather late, could get no other seats than the metal pots to which we have alluded. The young women were dressed in white, and their companions, who were also their admirers, exhibited, in proud display, each a bran-new suit, consisting of broadcloth coat, yellow-buff vest, and corduroy small-clothes, with a bunch of broad silk ribbons standing out at each knee. They were the sons and daughters of respectable farmers, but as all distinctions here entirely ceased, they were fain to rest contented with such seats as they could get, which on this occasion consisted of the pots aforesaid.
No sooner, however, had they risen to dance than the house was convulsed with laughter, heightened by the st.u.r.dy vigor with which, unconscious of their appearance, they continued to dance. That part of the white female dresses which had come in contact with the pots, exhibited a circle like the full moon, and was black as pitch. Nor were their partners more lucky: those who sat on the mouths of the pots had the back part of their dresses streaked with dark circles, equally ludicrous. The mad mirth with which they danced, in spite of their grotesque appearance, was irresistible. This, and other incidents quite as pleasant--such as the case of a wag who purposely sank himself into one of the pots, until it stuck to him through half the dance--increased the laughter, and disposed them to peace and cordiality.
No man took a more active part in these frolics than young Frank M"Kenna. It is true, a keen eye might have noticed under his gayety something of a moody and dissatisfied air. As he moved about from time to time, he whispered something to above a dozen persons, who were well known in the country as his intimate companions, young fellows whose disposition and character were notoriously bad. When he communicated the whisper, a nod of a.s.sent was given by his confidants, after which it might be remarked that they moved round to the door with a caution that betrayed a fear of observation, and quietly slunk out of the barn one by one, though Frank himself did not immediately follow them. In about a quarter of an hour afterwards, Rody came in, gave him a signal and sat down. Frank then followed his companions, and after a few minutes Rody also disappeared. This was about ten o"clock, and the dance was proceeding with great gayety and animation.
Frank"s dread of openly offending his parents prevented him from a.s.sembling his a.s.sociates in the dwelling-house; the only convenient place of rendezvous, therefore, of which they could avail themselves, was the stable. Here they met, and Frank, after uncorking a bottle of poteen, addressed them to the following effect:
"Boys, there"s great excuse for me, in regard of my fight wid Mike Reillaghan; that you"ll all allow. Come, boys, your healths! I can tell yez you"ll find this good, the divil a doubt of it; be the same token, that I stole it from my father"s Christmas dhrink; but no matther for that--I hope we"ll never do worse. So, as I was sayin", you must bear me out as well as you can, when I"m brought before the Dilegates to-morrow, for challengin" and strikin" a brother.* But, I think, you"ll stand by me, boys?"
* Those connected with illegal combinations are sworn to have no private or personal quarrels, nor to strike nor provoke each other to fight. He and Mike were members of such societies.
"By the tarn-o"-war, Frank, myself will fight to the knees for you."