"Thank you, Mr. Morrow--and in requital for your kindness, I will elucidate you such a sample of unadulterated Ciceronian eloquence, as would not be found originating from every chimney-corner in this Province, anyhow. I am not bright, however, at oral relation. I have accordingly composed into narrative the following tale, which is appellated "The Battle of the Factions:"--
"My grandfather, Connor O"Callaghan, though a tall, erect man, with white flowing hair, like snow, that falls profusely about his broad shoulders, is now in his eighty-third year: an amazing age, considhering his former habits. His countenance is still marked with honesty and traces of hard fighting, and his cheeks ruddy and cudgel-worn; his eyes, though not as black as they often used to be, have lost very little of that nate fire which characterizes the eyes of the O"Callaghans, and for which I myself have been--but my modesty won"t allow me to allude to that: let it be sufficient for the present to say that there never was remembered so handsome a man in his native parish, and that I am as like him as one Cork-red phatie is to another. Indeed, it has been often said, that it would be hard to meet an O"Callaghan without a black eye in his head. He has lost his fore-teeth, however, a point in which, Unfortunately, I, though his grandson, have strong resemblance to him. The truth is, they were knocked out of him in rows, before he had reached his thirty-fifth year--a circ.u.mstance which the kind reader will be pleased to receive in extenuation for the same defect in myself.
That, however, is but a trifle, which never gave either of us much trouble.
"It pleased Providence to bring us through many hair-breadth escapes, with our craniums uncracked; and when we considher that he, on taking a retrogradation of his past life, can indulge in the plasing recollection of having broken two skulls in his fighting days, and myself one, without either of us getting a fracture in return, I think we have both rason to be thankful. He was a powerful _bulliah battha_ * in his day and never met a man able to fight him, except big Mucldemurray, who stood before him the greater part of an hour and a half, in the fair of Knockimdowny, on the day that the first great fight took place--twenty years afther the hard, frost--between the O"Callaghans and the O"Hallaghans. The two men fought single hands--for both factions were willing to let them try the engagement out, that they might see what side could boast of having the best man. They began where you enter the north side of Knockimdowny, and fought successively up to the other end, then back again to the spot where they commenced, and afterwards up to the middle of the town, right opposite to the market-place, where my grandfather, by the same a-token, lost a grinder; but he soon took satisfaction for that, by giving Mucldemurray a tip above the eye with the end of an oak stick, dacently loaded with lead, which made the poor man feel very quare entirely, for the few days that he survived it.
* Literally the stroke of a cudgel; put for cudgel-player.
"Faith, if an Irishman happened to be born in Scotland, he would find it mighty inconvanient--afther losing two or three grinders in a row--to manage the hard oaten bread that they use there; for which rason, G.o.d be good to his sowl that first invented the phaties, anyhow, because a man can masticate them without a tooth, at all at all. I"ll engage, if larned books were consulted, it would be found out that he was an Irishman. I wonder that neither Pastorini nor Columbkill mentions anything about him in their prophecies concerning the church; for my own part, I"m strongly inclinated to believe that it must have been Saint Patrick himself; and I think that his driving all kinds of venomous reptiles out of the kingdom is, according to the Socrastic method of argument, an undeniable proof of it. The subject, to a dead certainty, is not touched upon in the Brehon Code,* nor by any of the three Psalters,** which is extremely odd, seeing that the earth never produced a root equal to it in the multiplying force of prolification. It is, indeed, the root of prosperity to a fighting people: and many a time my grandfather boasts to this day, that the first bit of bread he ever ett was a phatie.
* This was the old code of laws peculiar to Ireland before the introduction of English legislation into it.
** There was properly only two Psalters, those of Tara and Cashel. The Psalters were collections of genealogical history, partly in verse; from which latter circ.u.mstances they had their name.
"In mentioning my grandfather"s fight with Mucldemurray, I happened to name them blackguards, the O"Hallaghans: hard fortune to the same set, for they have no more discretion in their quarrels, than so many Egyptian mummies, African buffoons, or any other uncivilized animals.
It was one of them, he that"s married to my own fourth cousin, Biddy O"Callaghan, that knocked two of my grinders out, for which piece of civility I had the satisfaction of breaking a splinter or two in his carcase, being always honestly disposed to pay my debts.
"With respect to the O"Hallaghans, they and our family, have been next neighbors since before the Flood--and that"s as good as two hundred years; for I believe it"s 198, any how, since my great grandfather"s grand-uncle"s ould mare was swept out of the "Island," in the dead of the night, about half an hour after the whole country had been ris out of their beds by the thunder and lightning. Many a field of oats and many a life, both of beast and Christian, was lost in it, especially of those that lived on the bottoms about the edge of the river: and it was true for them that said it came before something; for the next year was one "of the hottest summers ever remembered in Ireland.
"These O"Hallaghans couldn"t be at peace with a saint. Before they and our faction, began to quarrel, it"s said that the O"Donnells, or Donnells, and they had been at it,--and a blackguard set the same O"Donnells were, at all times--in fair and market, dance, wake, and berrin, setting the country on fire. Whenever they met, it was heads cracked and bones broken; till by degrees the O"Donnells fell away, one after another, from fighting, accidents, and hanging; so that at last there was hardly the name of one of them in the neighborhood. The O"Hallaghans, after this, had the country under themselves--were the c.o.c.ks of the walk entirely;--who but they? A man darn"t look crooked at them, or he was certain of getting his head in his fist. And when they"d get drunk in a fair, it was nothing but "Whoo! for the O"Hallaghans!"
and leaping yards high off the pavement, brandishing their cudgels over their heads, striking their heels against their hams, tossing up their hats; and when all would fail, they"d strip off their coats, and trail them up and down the street, shouting, "Who dare touch the coat of an O"Hallaghan? Where"s the blackguard Donnells now?"--and so on, till flesh and blood couldn"t stand it.
"In the course of time, the whole country was turned against them; for no crowd could get together in which they didn"t kick up a row, nor a bit of stray fighting couldn"t be, but they"d pick it up first; and if a man would venture to give them a contrary answer, he was sure to get the crame of a good welting for his pains. The very landlord was timorous of them; for when they"d get behind in their rint, hard fortune to the bailiff, or proctor, or steward, he could find, that would have anything to say to them. And the more wise they; for maybe, a month would hardly pa.s.s till all belonging to them in the world would be in a heap of ashes: and who could say who did it? for they were as cunning as foxes.
"If one of them wanted a wife, it was nothing but find out the purtiest and the richest farmer"s daughter in the neighborhood, and next march into her father"s house, at the dead hour of night, tie and gag every mortal in it, and off with her to some friend"s place in another part of the country. Then what could be done? If the girl"s parents didn"t like to give in, their daughter"s name was sure to be ruined; at all events, no other man would think of marrying her, and the only plan was, to make the best of a bad bargain; and G.o.d He knows, it was making a bad bargain for a girl to have any matrimonial concatenation with the same O"Hallaghans; for they always had the bad drop in them, from first to last, from big to little--the blackguards! But wait, it"s not over with them yet.
"The bone of contintion that got, between them and our faction was this circ.u.mstance; their lands and ours were divided by a river that ran down from the high mountains of Slieve Boglish, and, after a coorse of eight or ten miles, disembogued itself, first into George Duffy"s mill-dam, and afterwards into that superb stream, the Blackwater, that might be well and appropriately appellated the Irish Niger. This river, which, though small at first, occasionally inflated itself to such a gigantic alt.i.tude, that it swept away cows, corn, and cottages, or whatever else happened to be in the way, was the march ditch, or merin between our farms. Perhaps it is worth while remarking, as a solution for natural philosophers, that these inundations were much more frequent in winter than in summer; though, when they did occur in summer, they were truly terrific.
"G.o.d be with the days, when I and half a dozen gorsoons used to go out, of a warm Sunday in summer, the bed of the river nothing but a line of white meandering stones, so hot that you could hardly stand upon, them, with a small obscure thread of water creeping invisibly among them, hiding itself, as it were, from the scorching sun; except here and there, that you might find a small crystal pool where the streams had acc.u.mulated. Our plan was to bring a pocketful of roche lime with us, and put it into the pool, when all the fish used to rise on the instant to the surface, gasping with open mouth for fresh air, and we had only to lift them out of the water; a nate plan which, perhaps, might be adopted successfully, on a more extensive scale, by the Irish fisheries.
Indeed, I almost regret that I did not remain in that station of life, for I was much happier then than ever I was since I began to study and practice larning. But this is vagating from the subject.
"Well, then, I have said that them O"Hallaghans lived beside us, and that this stream divided our lands. About half a quarter--i. e., to accommodate myself to the vulgar phraseology--or, to speak more scientifically, one-eighth of a mile from our house was as purty a hazel glen as you"d wish to see, near half a mile long--its developments and proportions were truly cla.s.sical. In the bottom of this glen was a small green island, about twelve yards, diametrically, of Irish admeasurement, that is to say, be the same more or less; at all events, it lay in the way of the river, which, however, ran towards the O"Hallaghan side, and, consequently, the island was our property.
"Now, you"ll observe, that this river had been, for ages, the merin between the two farms, for they both belonged to separate landlords, and so long as it kept the O"Hallighan side of the little peninsula in question there could be no dispute about it, for all was clear. One wet winter, however, it seemed to change its mind upon the subject; for it wrought and wore away a pa.s.sage for itself on our side of the island, and by that means took part, as it were, with the O"Hallighans leaving the territory which had been our property for centhries, in their possession. This was a vexatious change to us, and, indeed, eventually produced very feudal consequences. No sooner had the stream changed sides, than the O"Hallaghans claimed the island as theirs, according to their tenement; and we, having had it for such length of time in our possession, could not break ourselves of the habitude of occupying it.
They incarcerated our cattle, and we incarcerated theirs. They summoned us to their landlord, who was a magistrate; and we summoned them to ours, who was another. The verdicts were north and south. Their landlord gave it in favor of them, and ours in favor of us. The one said he had law on his side; the other, that he had proscription and possession, length of time and usage.
"The two squires then fought a challenge upon the head of it, and what was more singular, upon the disputed spot itself; the one standing on their side, the other on ours; for it was just twelve paces every way.
Their friend was a small, light man, with legs like drumsticks; the other was a large, able-bodied gentleman, with a red face and hooked nose. They exchanged two shots, only one of which--the second--took effect. It pastured upon their landlord"s spindle leg, on which he held it out, exclaiming, that while he lived he would never fight another challenge with his antagonist, "because," said he, holding out his own spindle shank, "the man who could hit that could hit anything."
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"We then were advised, by an attorney, to go to law with them; and they were advised by another attorney to go to law with us: accordingly, we did so, and in the course of eight or nine years it might have been decided, but just at the legal term approximated in which the decision was to be announced, the river divided itself with mathematical exact.i.tude on each side of the island. This altered the state and law of the question in toto; but, in the meantime, both we and the O"Hallaghans were nearly fractured by the expenses. Now during the lawsuit we usually houghed and mutilated each other"s cattle, according as they trespa.s.sed the premises. This brought on the usual concomitants of various battles, fought and won by both sides, and occasioned the lawsuit to be dropped; for we found it a mighty, inconvanient matter to fight it out both ways; by the same a-token that I think it a proof of stult.i.ty to go to law at all at all, as long as a person is able to take it into his own management. For the only incongruity in the matter is this: that, in the one case, a set of lawyers have the law in their hands, and, in the other, that you have it in your own; that"s the only difference, and "tis easy knowing where the advantage lies.
"We, however, paid the most of the expenses, and would have _ped_ them all with the greatest integrity, were it not that our attorney, when about to issue an execution against our property, happened somehow to be shot, one evening, as he returned home from a dinner which was given by him that was attorney for the O"Hallaghans. Many a boast the O"Hallaghan"s made, before the quarrelling between us and them commenced, that they"d sweep the streets with the fighting O"Callaghans, which was an epithet that was occasionally applied to our family. We differed, however, materially from them; for we were honorable, never starting out in dozens on a single man or two, and beating him into insignificance. A couple, or maybe, when irritated, three, were the most we ever set at a single enemy, and if we left him lying in a state of imperception, it was the most we ever did, except in a regular confliction, when a man is justified in saving his own skull by breaking one of an opposite faction. For the truth of the business is, that he who breaks the skull of him who endeavors to break his own is safest; and, surely, when a man is driven to such an alternative, the choice is unhesitating.
"O"Hallaghans" attorney, however, had better luck; they were, it is true, rather in the retrograde with him touching the law charges, and, of coorse, it was only candid in him to look for his own. One morning, he found that two of his horses had been executed by some incendiary unknown, in the coorse of the night; and, on going to look at them, he found a taste of a notice posted on the inside of the stable-door, giving him intelligence that if he did not find a _horpus corpus_*
whereby to transfer his body out of the country, he would experience a fate parallel to that of his brother lawyer or the horses. And, undoubtedly, if honest people never perpetrated worse than banishing such varmin, along with proctors, and drivers of all kinds, out of a civilized country, they would not be so very culpable or atrocious.
* Habeas corpus; the above is the popular p.r.o.nunciation.
"After this, the lawyer went to reside in Dublin; and the only bodily injury he received was the death of a land-agent and a bailiff, who lost their lives faithfully in driving for rent. They died, however, successfully; the bailiff having been provided for nearly a year before the agent was sent to give an account of his stewardship--as the Authorized Version has it.
"The occasion on which the first re-encounter between us and the O"Hallaghans took place, was a peaceable one. Several of our respective friends undertook to produce a friendly and oblivious potation between us--it was at a berrin belonging to a corpse who was related to us both; and, certainly, in the beginning we were all as thick as whigged milk.
But there is no use now in dwelling too long upon that circ.u.mstance; let it be sufficient to a.s.sert that the accommodation was effectuated by fists and cudgels, on both sides--the first man that struck a blow being one of the friends that wished to bring about the tranquillity. From that out the play commenced, and G.o.d he knows when it may end; for no dacent faction could give in to another faction without losing their character, and being kicked, and cuffed, and kilt, every week in the year.
"It is the great battle, however, which I am after going to describe: that in which we and the O"Hallaghans had contrived, one way or other, to have the parish divided--one-half for them, and the other for us; and, upon my credibility, it is no exaggeration to declare that the whole parish, though ten miles by six, a.s.sembled itself in the town of Knockimdowny, upon this interesting occasion. In thruth, Ireland ought to be a land of mathemathitians; for I am sure her population is well trained, at all events, in the two sciences of multiplication and division. Before I adventure, however, upon the narration, I must wax pathetic a little, and then proceed with the main body of the story.
"Poor Rose O"Hallaghan!--or, as she was designated--_Rose Galh_, or _Fair Rose_, and sometimes simply, Rose Hallaghan, because the detention of the big O often produces an afflatus in the p.r.o.nunciation, that is sometimes mighty inconvenient to such as do not understand oratory--besides, that the Irish are rather fond of sending the liquids in a gutthural direction--Poor Rose! that faction fight, was a black day to her, the sweet innocent--when it was well known that there wasn"t a man, woman, or child, on either side that wouldn"t lay their hands under her feet. However, in order to _insense_ the reader better into her character, I will commence a small sub-narration, which will afterwards emerge into the parent stream of the story.
"The chapel of Knockimdowny is a slated house, without any ornament, except a set of wooden cuts, painted red and blue, that are placed _seriatum_ around the square of the building in the internal side.
Fourteen* of these suspind at equal distances on the walls, each set in a painted frame; these const.i.tute a certain species of country devotion.
It is usual, on Sundays, for such of the congregation as are most inclined to piety, to genuflect at the first of these pictures, and commence a certain number of prayers to it after the repet.i.tion of which, they travel on their knees along the bare earth to the second, where they repate another prayer peculiar to that, and so on, till they finish the grand _tower_ of the interior. Such, however as are not especially addictated to this kind, of locomotive prayer, collect together in various knots through the chapel, and amuse themselves by auditing or narrating anecdotes, discussing policy, or detraction; and in case it be summer, and the day of a fine texture, they scatter themselves into little crowds on the chapel-green, or lie at their length upon the gra.s.s in listless groups, giving way to chat and laughter.
* These are called the "Fourteen Stations of the Cross."
"In this mode, laired on the sunny side of the ditches and hedges, or collected in rings round that respectable character, the Academician of the village, or some other well-known Senachie, or story-teller, they amuse themselves till the priest"s arrival. Perhaps, too, some walking geographer of a pilgrim may happen to be present; and if there be, he is sure to draw a crowd about him, in spite of all the efforts of the learned Academician to the contrary. It is no unusual thing to see such a vagrant, in all the vanity of conscious sanctimony, standing in the middle of the attentive peasants, like the nave and felloes of a cart-wheel--if I may be permitted the loan of an apt similitude--repeating some piece of unfathomable and labyrinthine devotion, or perhaps warbling, from Stentorian lungs, some _melodia sacra_, in an untranslatable tongue; or, it may be, exhibiting the mysterious power of an amber bade fastened as a Decade to his _paudareens_* lifting a chaff or light bit of straw by the force of its attraction. This is an exploit which causes many an eye to turn from the bades to his own bearded face, with a hope, as it were, of being able to catch a glimpse of the lurking sanctimony by which the knave hoaxes them in the miraculous.
* Pilgrims and other impostors pa.s.s these things upon the people as miracles upon a small scale.
"The amus.e.m.e.nts of the females are also nearly such as I have drafted out. Nosegays of the darlings might be seen sated on green banks, or sauntering about with a sly intention of coming in compact with their sweethearts, or, like bachelors" b.u.t.tons in smiling rows, criticising the young men as they pa.s.s. Others of them might be seen screened behind a hedge, with their backs to the spectators taking the papers off their curls before small bit of looking-gla.s.s placed against the ditch; or perhaps putting on their shoes and stockings--which phrase can be used only by the authority of the figure _heusteron proteron_--inasmuch as if they put on the shoes first, you persave, it would be a scientific job to get on the stockings after; but it"s an idiomatioal expression, and therefore justifiable. However, it"s a general custom in the country, which I dare to say has not yet spread into large cities, for the young women to walk bare-footed to the chapel, or within a short distance of it, that they may exhibit their bleached thread stockings and well-greased slippers to the best advantage, not pretermitting a well-turned ankle and neat leg, which, I may fearlessly a.s.sert, my fair country-women can show against any other nation, living or dead.
"One sunny Sabbath, the congregation of Knockimdowny were thus a.s.similated, amusing themselves in the manner I have just outlined; a series of country girls sat on a little green mount, called the Rabbit Bank, from the circ.u.mstance of its having been formerly an open burrow, though of late years it has been closed. It was near twelve o"clock, the hour at which Father Luke O"Shaughran was generally seen topping the rise of the hill at Larry Mulligan"s public-house, jogging on his bay hack at something between a walk and a trot--that is to say, his horse moved his fore and hind legs on the off side at one motion, and the fore and hind legs of the near side in another, going at a kind of dog"s trot, like the pace of an idiot with sore feet in a shower--a pace, indeed, to which the animal had been set for the last sixteen years, but beyond which, no force, or entreaty, or science, or power, either divine or human, of his Reverence could drive him. As yet, however, he had not become apparent; and the girls already mentioned were discussing the pretensions which several of their acquaintances had to dress or beauty.
""Peggy," said Katy Carroll to her companion, Peggy Donohue, "were you out* last Sunday?"
* Out.--This expression in remote parts of the country is understood to mean being at ma.s.s.
""No, in troth, Katty, I was disappointed in getting my shoes from Paddy Mellon, though I left him the measure for my foot three weeks agone, and gave him a thousand warnings to make them duck-nebs; but, instead of that," said she, holding out a very purty foot, "he has made them as sharp in the toe as a pick-axe, and a full mile too short for me. But why do ye ax was I out, Katty?"
* Paddy Mellon--a short, thick-set man, with gray hair, which he always kept cropped close--the most famous shoemaker in the parish: in fact the Drummond of a large district. No shoes considered worth wearing if he did not make them. But, having admitted this, I am bound in common justice and honesty to say that so big a liar never put an awl into leather. No language could describe his iniquity in this respect. I myself am a living-witness of this. Many a trudge has the villain taken out of me in my boyhood, and as sure as I went on the appointed day--which was always Sat.u.r.day--so surely did he swear that they would be ready for me on that day week. He was, as a tradesman, the most multifarious and barefaced liar I ever met; and what was the most rascally trait about him, was the faculty he possessed of making you believe the lie as readily after the fifteenth repet.i.tion of it, as when it was uttered fresh from his lips.
""Oh, nothing," responded Katty, "only that you missed a sight, anyway."
""What was it Kitty, ahagur?" asked her companion with mighty great curiosity.
""Why, nothing less, indeed, nor Rose Cullenan decked out in a white muslin gown, and a black sprush bonnet, tied under her chin wid a silk ribbon, no less; but what killed us out and out was--you wouldn"t guess?"
""Arrah, how could I guess, woman alive? A silk handkerchy, maybe; for I wouldn"t doubt the same Rose but she would be setting herself up for the likes of such a thing."
""It"s herself that had, as red as scarlet, about her neck; but that"s not it."
""Arrah, Katty, tell it to us at wanst; out with it, ahagur; sure there"s no treason in it, anyhow."
""Why, thin, nothing less nor a cra.s.s-bar red-and-white pocket-handkerchy, to wipe her purty complexion wid!"
"To this Peggy replied by a loud laugh, in which it was difficult to say whether there was more of satire than astonishment.
""A pocket-handkerchy!" she exclaimed; "musha, are we alive afther that, at all at all! Why, that bates Molly M"Cullagh and her red mantle entirely. I"m sure, but it"s well come up for the likes of her, a poor, imperint crathur, that sprung from nothing, to give herself such airs."