The Purcell Papers.
by Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu.
Volume III.
JIM SULIVAN"S ADVENTURES IN THE GREAT SNOW.
Being a Ninth Extract from the Legacy of the late Francis Purcell, P.P. of Drumcoolagh.
Jim Sulivan was a dacent, honest boy as you"d find in the seven parishes, an" he was a beautiful singer, an" an illegant dancer intirely, an" a mighty plisant boy in himself; but he had the divil"s bad luck, for he married for love, an "av coorse he niver had an asy minute afther.
Nell Gorman was the girl he fancied, an" a beautiful slip of a girl she was, jist twinty to the minute when he married her. She was as round an" as complate in all her shapes as a firkin, you"d think, an" her two cheeks was as fat an" as red, it id open your heart to look at them.
But beauty is not the thing all through, an" as beautiful as she was she had the divil"s tongue, an" the divil"s timper, an" the divil"s behaviour all out; an" it was impossible for him to be in the house with her for while you"d count tin without havin" an argymint, an" as sure as she riz an argymint with him she"d hit him a wipe iv a skillet or whatever lay next to her hand.
Well, this wasn"t at all plasin" to Jim Sulivan you may be sure, an"
there was scarce a week that his head wasn"t plasthered up, or his back bint double, or his nose swelled as big as a pittaty, with the vilence iv her timper, an" his heart was scalded everlastin"ly with her tongue; so he had no pace or quietness in body or soul at all at all, with the way she was goin" an.
Well, your honour, one cowld snowin" evenin" he kim in afther his day"s work regulatin" the men in the farm, an" he sat down very quite by the fire, for he had a scrimmidge with her in the mornin", an" all he wanted was an air iv the fire in pace; so divil a word he said but dhrew a stool an" sat down close to the fire. Well, as soon as the woman saw him,
"Move aff," says she, "an" don"t be inthrudin" an the fire," says she.
Well, he kept never mindin", an" didn"t let an" to hear a word she was sayin", so she kim over an" she had a spoon in her hand, an" she took jist the smallest taste in life iv the boilin" wather out iv the pot, an" she dhropped it down an his shins, an" with that he let a roar you"d think the roof id fly aff iv the house.
"Hould your tongue, you barbarrian," says she; "you"ll waken the child,"
says she.
"An" if I done right," says he, for the spoonful of boilin" wather riz him entirely, "I"d take yourself," says he, "an" I"d stuff you into the pot an the fire, an" boil you." says he, "into castor oil," says he.
"That"s purty behavour," says she; "it"s fine usage you"re givin" me, isn"t it?" says she, gettin" wickeder every minute; "but before I"m boiled," says she, "thry how you like THAT," says she; an", sure enough, before he had time to put up his guard, she hot him a rale terrible clink iv the iron spoon acra.s.s the jaw.
"Hould me, some iv ye, or I"ll murdher her," says he.
"Will you?" says she, an" with that she hot him another tin times as good as the first.
"By jabers," says he, slappin" himself behind, "that"s the last salute you"ll ever give me," says he; "so take my last blessin"," says he, "you ungovernable baste!" says he--an" with that he pulled an his hat an"
walked out iv the door.
Well, she never minded a word he said, for he used to say the same thing all as one every time she dhrew blood; an" she had no expectation at all but he"d come back by the time supper id be ready; but faix the story didn"t go quite so simple this time, for while he was walkin", lonesome enough, down the borheen, with his heart almost broke with the pain, for his shins an" his jaw was mighty troublesome, av course, with the thratement he got, who did he see but Mick Hanlon, his uncle"s sarvint by, ridin" down, quite an asy, an the ould black horse, with a halter as long as himself.
"Is that Mr. Soolivan?" says the by. says he, as soon as he saw him a good bit aff.
"To be sure it is, ye spalpeen, you," says Jim, roarin" out; "what do you want wid me this time a-day?" says he.
"Don"t you know me?" says the gossoon, "it"s Mick Hanlon that"s in it,"
says he.
"Oh, blur an agers, thin, it"s welcome you are, Micky asth.o.r.e," says Jim; "how is all wid the man an" the woman beyant?" says he.
"Oh!" says Micky, "bad enough," says he; "the ould man"s jist aff, an"
if you don"t hurry like shot," says he, "he"ll be in glory before you get there," says he.
"It"s jokin" ye are," says Jim, sorrowful enough, for he was mighty partial to his uncle intirely.
"Oh, not in the smallest taste," says Micky; "the breath was jist out iv him," says he, "when I left the farm. "An", says he, "take the ould black horse," says he, "for he"s shure-footed for the road," says he, "an" bring, Jim Soolivan here," says he, "for I think I"d die asy af I could see him onst," says he."
"Well," says Jim, "will I have time," says he, "to go back to the house, for it would be a consolation," says he, "to tell the bad news to the woman?" says he.
"It"s too late you are already," says Micky, "so come up behind me, for G.o.d"s sake," says he, "an" don"t waste time;" an" with that he brought the horse up beside the ditch, an" Jim Soolivan mounted up behind Micky, an" they rode off; an" tin good miles it was iv a road, an" at the other side iv Keeper intirely; an" it was snowin" so fast that the ould baste could hardly go an at all at all, an" the two bys an his back was jist like a s...o...b..ll all as one, an" almost fruz an" smothered at the same time, your honour; an" they wor both mighty sorrowful intirely, an"
their toes almost dhroppin" aff wid the could.
And when Jim got to the farm his uncle was gettin" an illegantly, an" he was sittin" up sthrong an" warm in the bed, an" improvin" every minute, an" no signs av dyin" an him at all at all; so he had all his throuble for nothin".
But this wasn"t all, for the snow kem so thick that it was impa.s.sible to get along the roads at all at all; an" faix, instead iv gettin" betther, next mornin" it was only tin times worse; so Jim had jist to take it asy, an" stay wid his uncle antil such times as the snow id melt.
Well, your honour, the evenin" Jim Soolivan wint away, whin the dark was closin" in, Nell Gorman, his wife, beginned to get mighty anasy in herself whin she didn"t see him comin" back at all; an" she was gettin"
more an" more frightful in herself every minute till the dark kem an", an" divil a taste iv her husband was coming at all at all.
"Oh!" says she, "there"s no use in purtendin", I know he"s kilt himself; he has committed infantycide an himself," says she, "like a dissipated bliggard as he always was," says she, "G.o.d rest his soul. Oh, thin, isn"t it me an" not you, Jim Soolivan, that"s the unforthunate woman,"
says she, "for ain"t I cryin" here, an" isn"t he in heaven, the bliggard," says she. "Oh, voh, voh, it"s not at home comfortable with your wife an" family that you are, Jim Soolivan," says she, "but in the other world, you aumathaun, in glory wid the saints I hope," says she.
"It"s I that"s the unforthunate famale," says she, "an" not yourself, Jim Soolivan," says she.
An" this way she kep" an till mornin", cryin" and lamintin; an" wid the first light she called up all the sarvint bys, an" she tould them to go out an" to sarch every inch iv ground to find the corpse, "for I"m sure," says she, "it"s not to go hide himself he would," says she.
Well, they went as well as they could, rummagin" through the snow, antil, at last, what should they come to, sure enough, but the corpse of a poor thravelling man, that fell over the quarry the night before by rason of the snow and some liquor he had, maybe; but, at any rate, he was as dead as a herrin", an" his face was knocked all to pieces jist like an over-boiled pitaty, glory be to G.o.d; an" divil a taste iv a nose or a chin, or a hill or a hollow from one end av his face to the other but was all as flat as a pancake. An" he was about Jim Soolivan"s size, an" dhressed out exactly the same, wid a ridin" coat an" new corderhoys; so they carried him home, an" they were all as sure as daylight it was Jim Soolivan himself, an" they were wondhering he"d do sich a dirty turn as to go kill himself for spite.
Well, your honour, they waked him as well as they could, with what neighbours they could git togither, but by rason iv the snow, there wasn"t enough gothered to make much divarsion; however it was a plisint wake enough, an" the churchyard an" the priest bein" convanient, as soon as the youngsthers had their bit iv fun and divarsion out iv the corpse, they burried it without a great dale iv throuble; an" about three days afther the berrin, ould Jim Mallowney, from th"other side iv the little hill, her own cousin by the mother"s side--he had a snug bit iv a farm an" a house close by, by the same token--kem walkin" in to see how she was in her health, an" he dhrew a chair, an" he sot down an" beginned to conva.r.s.e her about one thing an" another, antil he got her quite an" asy into middlin" good humour, an" as soon as he seen it was time:
"I"m wondherin", says he, "Nell Gorman, sich a handsome, likely girl, id be thinkin" iv nothin" but lamintin" an" the likes," says he, "an"
lingerin" away her days without any consolation, or gettin" a husband,"
says he.
"Oh," says she, "isn"t it only three days since I burried the poor man,"
says she, "an" isn"t it rather soon to be talkin iv marryin" agin?"
"Divil a taste," says he, "three days is jist the time to a minute for cryin" afther a husband, an" there"s no occasion in life to be keepin"
it up," says he; "an" besides all that," says he, "Shrovetide is almost over, an" if you don"t be sturrin" yourself an" lookin" about you, you"ll be late," says he, "for this year at any rate, an" that"s twelve months lost; an" who"s to look afther the farm all that time," says he, "an" to keep the men to their work?" says he.
"It"s thrue for you, Jim Mallowney," says she, "but I"m afeard the neighbours will be all talkin" about it," says she.
"Divil"s cure to the word," says he.
"An" who would you advise?" says she.
"Young Andy Curtis is the boy," says he.
"He"s a likely boy in himself," says she.