""Oh, murder sheery!" (* Murder everlasting) says Jack, "fly back, avourneen machree--for rather than anything should happen you, I"d lose fifty-lives."
""No," says she, "I think I"ll be able to-get you over this, as well as the rest; so have a good heart, and be faithful" "That"s it," replied Jack, "that"s it, acushla--my own _correcthur_ to a shaving; I"ve a heart worth its weight in bank notes, and a more faithful boy isn"t alive this day nor I"m to yez all, ye darlings of the world."
"She then pulled a small white wand out of her pocket, struck the lake, and there was the prettiest green ridge across it to the foot of the tree that ever eye beheld. "Now," says she, turning her back to Jack, and stooping down to do something that he couldn"t see, "Take these,"
giving him her ten toes, "put them against the tree, and you will have steps to carry you to the top, but be sure, for your life and mine, not to forget any of them. If you do, my life will be taken tomorrow morning, for your master puts on my slippers with his own hands."
"Jack was now going to swear that he would give up the whole thing and surrender his head at once; but when life looked at her feet, and saw no appearance of blood, he went over without more to do, and robbed the nest, taking down the eggs one by one, that he mightn"t brake them.
There was no end to his joy, as he secured the last egg; he instantly took down the toes, one after another, save and except the little one of the left foot, which in his joy and hurry he forgot entirely. He then returned by the green ridge to the sh.o.r.e, and accordingly as he went along, it melted away into water behind him.
""Jack," says the charmer, "I hope you forgot none of my toes."
""Is it me?" says Jack, quite sure that he had them all--"arrah, catch any one from my country making a blunder of that kind."
""Well," says she, "let us see; so, taking the toes, she placed them on again, just as if they had never been off. But, lo and behold! on coming to the last of the left foot, it wasn"t forthcoming. "Oh! Jack, Jack,"
says she, "you have destroyed me; to-morrow morning your master will notice the want of this toe, and that instant I"ll be put to death."
""Lave that to me," says Jack; "by the powers, you won"t lose a drop of your darling blood for it. Have you got a pen-knife about you? and I"ll soon show you how you won"t."
""What do you want with the knife?" she inquired.
""What do I want with it?--Why to give you the best toe on both my feet, for the one I lost on you; do you think I"d suffer you to want a toe, and I having ten thumping ones at your sarvice?--I"m not the man, you beauty you, for such a shabby trick as that comes to."
""But you forget," says the lady, who was a little cooler than Jack, "that none of yours would fit me."
""And must you die to-morrow, _acushla?_" asked Jack, in desperation.
""As sure as the sun rises," answered the lady "for Your master would know at once that it was by my toes the nest was robbed."
""By the powers," observed Jack, "he"s one of the greatest ould vag--I mane, isn"t he a terrible man, out and out, for a father?"
""Father!" says the darling,--"he"s not my father, Jack, he only wishes to marry me and if I"m not able to outdo him before three days more, it"s decreed that he must.
"When Jack heard this, surely the Irishman must come out; there he stood, and began to wipe his eyes with the skirt of his coat, making out as if he was crying, the thief of the world. "What"s the matter with you?" she asked.
""All!" says Jack, "you darling, I couldn"t find it in my heart to desave you; for I have no way at home to keep a lady like you, in proper style, at all at all; I would only bring I you into poverty, and since you wish to know what ails me, I"m vexed that I"m not rich for your sake; and next, that that thieving ould villain"s to have you; and, by the powers, I"m crying for both these misfortunes together."
"The lady could not help being touched and plaised with Jack"s tinderness and ginerosity; so, says she, "Don"t be cast down, Jack, come or go what will, I won"t marry him--I"d die first. Do you go home as usual; but take care and don"t sleep at all this night. Saddle the wild filly--meet me under the whitethorn bush at the end of the lawn, and we"ll both leave him for ever. If you"re willin" to marry me, don"t let poverty distress you, for I have more money than we"ll know what to do with."
"Jack"s voice now began to tremble in airnest, with downright love and tinderness, as good right it had; so he promised to do everything just as she bid him, and then went home with a dacint appet.i.te enough to his supper.
"You may be sure the ould fellow looked darker and grimmer than ever at Jack: but what could he do? Jack had done his duty? so he sat before the fire, and sung "Love among the Roses," and the "Black Joke," with a stouter and a lighter heart than ever, while the black chap, could have seen him skivered.
"When midnight came, Jack, who kept a hawk"s eye to the night, was at the hawthorn with the wild filly, saddled and all--more betoken, she wasn"t a bit wild then, but as tame as a dog. Off they set, like Erin-go-bragh, Jack and the lady, and never pulled bridle till it was one o"clock next day, when they stopped at an inn, and had some refreshment. They then took to the road again, full speed; however, they hadn"t gone far, when they heard a great noise behind them, and the tramp of horses galloping like mad. "Jack," says the darling, on hearing the hubbub, "look behind you, and see what"s this."
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""Och! by the elevens," says Jack, "we"re done at last; it"s the dark fellow, and half the country after us." "Put your hand," says she, "in the filly"s right ear, and tell me what you find in it." "Nothing at all," says Jack, "but a weeshy bit of a dry stick." "Throw it over your left shoulder says she, "and see what will happen." Jack did so at once, and there was a great grove of thick trees growing so close to one another, that a dandy could scarcely get his arm betwixt them. "Now,"
said she, "we are safe for another day." "Well," said Jack, as he pushed on the filly, "you"re the jewel of the world, sure enough; and maybe it"s you that won"t live happy when we get to the Jim of the Ocean."
"As soon as dark-face saw what happened, he was obliged to scour the country for hatchets and hand-saws, and all kinds of sharp instruments, to hew himself and his men a pa.s.sage through the grove. As the saying goes, many hands make light work, and sure enough, it wasn"t long till they had cleared a way for themselves, thick as it was, and set off with double speed after Jack and the lady.
"The next day, about" one o"clock, he and she were after taking another small refreshment of roast-beef and porther, and pushing on, as before, when they heard the same tramping behind them, only it was ten times louder.
""Here they are again," says Jack; "and I"m afeard they"ll come up with us at last."
""If they do," says she, "they"ll put us to death on the spot; but we must try somehow to stop them another day, if we can; search the filly"s right ear again, and let me know what you find in it."
"Jack pulled out a little three-cornered pebble, telling her that it was all he got; "well," says she, "throw it over your left shoulder like the stick."
"No sooner said than done; and there was a great chain of high, sharp rocks in the way of divel-face and all his clan. "Now," says she, "we have gained another day." "Tundher-and-turf!" says Jack, "what"s this for, at all, at all?--but wait till I get you in the Immerald Isle, for this, and if you don"t enjoy happy days any how, why I"m not sitting before you on this horse, by the same token that it"s not a horse at all, but a filly though; if you don"t get the hoith of good aiting and drinking--lashings of the best wine and whisky that the land can afford, my name"s not Jack. We"ll build a castle, and you"ll have upstairs and downstairs--a coach and six to ride in--lots of sarvints to attend on you, and full and plinty of everything; not to mintion--hem!--not to mintion that you"ll have a husband that the fairest lady in the land might be proud of," says he, stretching himself up in the saddle, and giving the filly a jag of the spurs, to show off a bit; although the coaxing rogue knew that the money which was to do all this was her own.
At any rate, they spent the remainder of this day pleasantly enough, still moving on, though, as fast as they could. Jack, every now and then, would throw an eye behind, as if to watch their pursuers, wherein, if the truth was known, it was to get a peep at the beautiful glowing face and warm lips that were breathing all kinds of _fragrancies_ about him. I"ll warrant he didn"t envy the king upon his throne, when he felt the honeysuckle of her breath, like the smell of Father Ned"s orchard there, of a May morning.
"When Fardorougha (* the dark man) found the great chain of rocks before him, you may set it down that he was likely to blow up with vexation; but, for all that, the first thing he blew up was the rocks--and that he might lose little or no time in doing it, he collected all the gunpowder and crowbars, spades and pickaxes, that could be found for miles about him, and set to it, working as if it was with inch of candle. For half a day there was nothing but boring and splitting, and driving of iron wedges, and blowing up pieces of rocks as big as little houses, until, by hard, labor, they made a pa.s.sage for themselves sufficient to carry them over. They then set off again, full speed; and great advantage they had over the poor filly that Jack and the lady rode on, for their horses were well rested, and hadn"t to carry double, like Jack"s. The next day they spied Jack and his beautiful companion, just about a quarter of a mile before them.
""Now," says dark-brow, "I"ll make any man"s fortune forever that will bring me them two, either living or dead, but, if possible, alive: so, spur on, for whoever secures them, man, woman, or child, is a made man, but, above all, make no noise."
"It was now divil take the hindmost among the b.l.o.o.d.y pack--every spur was red with blood, and every horse smoking. Jack and the lady were jogging on acra.s.s a green field, not suspecting that the rest were so near them, and talking over the pleasant days they would spind together in Ireland, when they hears the hue-and-cry once more at their very heels.
""Quick as lightning, Jack," says she, "or we"re lost--the right ear and the left shoulder, like thought--they"re not three lengths of the filly from us!"
"But Jack knew his business; for just as a long, grim-looking villain, with a great rusty rapier in his hand, was within a single leap of them, and quite sure of either killing or making prisoners of them both, Jack flings a little drop of green water that he got in the filly"s ear over his left shoulder, and in an instant there was a deep, dark gulf, filled with black, pitchy-looking water between them. The lady now desired Jack to pull up the filly a bit, that they might see what would become of the dark fellow; but just as they turned round, the ould nagur set "spurs to his horse, and, in a fit of desperation, plunged himself, horse and all, into the gulf, and was never seen or heard of more. The rest that were with him went home, and began to quarrel about his wealth, and kept murdering and killing one another, until a single vagabond of them wasn"t left alive to enjoy it.
"When Jack saw what happened, and that the blood-thirsty ould villain got what he desarved so richly, he was as happy as a prince, and ten times happier than most of them as the world goes, and she was every bit as delighted. "We have nothing more to fear," said the darling that put them all down so cleverly, seeing that she was but a woman; but, bedad, it"s she was the right sort of a woman--"all our dangers are now over, at least, all yours are; regarding myself," says she, "there"s a trial before me yet, and that trial, Jack, depends upon your faithfulness and constancy."
""On me, is it?--Och, then, murder! isn"t it a poor case entirely, that I have no way of showing you that you may depind your life upon me, only by telling you so?"
""I do depend upon you," says she--"and now, as you love me, do not, when the trial comes, forget her that saved you out of so many troubles, and made you such a great and wealthy man."
"The foregoing part of this Jack could well understand, but the last part of it, making collusion to the wealth, was a little dark, as he thought, bekase, he hadn"t fingered any of it at the time: still, he knew she was truth to the back-bone, and wouldn"t desave him. They hadn"t travelled much farther, When Jack snaps his fingers with a "Whoo!
by the powers, there it is, my darling--there it is, at long last!"
""There is what, Jack?" said she, surprised, as well she might, at his mirth and happiness--"There is what?" says she. "Cheer up!" says Jack; "there it is, my darling,--the Shannon!--as soon as we get to the other side of it, we"ll be in ould Ireland once more."
"There was no end to Jack"s good humor, when he crossed the Shannon; and she was not a bit displeased to see him so happy. They had now no enemies to fear, were in a civilized country, and among green fields and well-bred people. In this way they travelled at their ase, till they came within a few miles of the town of Knockimdowny, near which Jack"s mother lived.
""Now, Jack," says she, "I told you that I would make you rich. You know the rock beside your mother"s cabin; in the east end of that rock there is a loose stone, covered over with gray moss, just two feet below the cleft out of which the hanging rowan-tree grows--pull that stone out, and you will find more goold than would make a duke. Neither speak to any person, nor let any living thing touch your lips till you come back to me, or you"ll forget that you ever saw me, and I"ll lie left poor and friendless in a strange, country."
""Why, thin, _manim asthee hu_," (* My soul"s within you.) says Jack, "but the best way to guard against that, is to touch your own sweet lips at the present time," says he, giving her a smack that you"d hear, of a calm evening, acra.s.s a couple of fields. Jack set off to touch the money, with such speed that when he fell he scarcely waited to rise again; he was soon at the rock, any how, and without either doubt or disparagement, there was a cleft of real goolden guineas, as fresh as daisies. The first thing he did, after he had filled his pockets with them, was to look if his mother"s cabin was to the fore; and there surely it was, as snug as ever, with the same dacent column of smoke rowling from the chimbley.
""Well," thought he, "I"ll just stale over to the door-cheek, and peep in to get one sight of my poor mother; then I"ll throw her in a handful of these guineas, and take to my sc.r.a.pers."
"Accordingly, he stole up at a half bend to the door, and was just going to take a peep in, when out comes the little dog Trig, and begins to leap and fawn upon him, as if it would eat him. The mother, too, came running out to see what was the matter, when the dog made another spring up about Jack"s neck, and gave his lips the slightest lick in the world with its tongue, the crathur was so glad to see him: the next minute, Jack forgot the lady, as clane as if he had never seen her; but if he forgot her, catch him at forgetting the money--not he, avick!--that stuck to him like pitch.
"When the mother saw who it was, she flew to him, and, clasping her arms about his neck, hugged him till she wasn"t worth three halfpence. After Jack sot a while, he made a trial to let her know what had happened him, but he disremembered it all, except having the money in the rock, so he up and tould her that, and a glad woman she was to hear of his good fortune. Still he kept the place where the goold was to himself, having been often forbid by her ever to trust a woman with a sacret when he could avoid it.
"Now everybody knows what changes the money makes, and Jack was no exception to this ould saying. In a few years he built himself a fine castle, with three hundred and sixty-four windies in it, and he would have added another, to make one for every day in the year, only that would be equal to the number in the King"s palace, and the Lord of the Black Rod would be sent to take his head off, it being high thrason for a subject to have as many windies in his house as the king. (* Such is the popular opinion.) However, Jack, at any rate, had enough of them; and he that couldn"t be happy with three hundred and sixty-four, wouldn"t desarve to have three hundred and sixty-five. Along with all this, he bought coaches and carriages, and didn"t get proud like many another beggarly upstart, but took especial good care of his mother, whom he dressed in silks and satins, and gave her nice nourishing food, that was fit for an ould woman in her condition. He also got great tachers, men of great larning, from Dublin, acquainted with all subjects; and as his own abilities were bright, he soon became a very great scholar, entirely, and was able, in the long run, to outdo all his tutherers.
"In this way he lived for some years--was now a man of great larning himself--could spake the seven _langidges_, and it would delight your ears to hear how high-flown and Englified he could talk. All the world wondered where he got his wealth; but as he was kind and charitable to every one that stood in need of a.s.sistance, the people said that wherever he got it it couldn"t be in better hands. At last he began to look about him for a wife, and the only one in that part of the country that would be at all fit for him, was the Honorable Miss Bandbox, the daughter of a n.o.bleman in the neighborhood. She indeed flogged all the world for beauty; but it was said that she was proud and fond of wealth, though, G.o.d he knows, she had enough of that any how. Jack, however, saw none of this; for she was cunning enough to smile, and simper, and look pleasant, whenever he"d come to her father"s. Well, begad, from one thing, and one word, to another, Jack thought it was best to make up to her at wanst, and try if she"d accept of him for a husband; accordingly he put the word to her like a man, and she, making as if she was blushing, put her fan before her face and made no answer. Jack, however, wasn"t to be daunted; for he knew two things worth knowing, when a man goes to look for a wife: the first is--that "faint heart never won fair lady," and the second--that "silence gives consint;" he, therefore, spoke up to her in fine English, for it"s he that knew how to speak now, and after a little more fanning and blushing, by jingo, she consinted.
Jack then broke the matter to her father, who was as fond of money as the daughter, and only wanted to grab at him for the wealth.