big bitter ripe pomellated apples and chips of strawberries and sieves of gooseberries； pulpy and pelurious； and strawberries fit for princes and raspberries from their canes。
I dare him； says he； and I doubledare him。 e out here； Geraghty； you notorious bloody hill and dale robber！
And by that way wend the herds innumerable of bellwethers and flushed ewes and shearling rams and lambs and stubble geese and medium steers and roaring mares and polled calves and longwools and storesheep and Cuffe's prime springers and culls and sowpigs and baconhogs and the various different varieties of highly distinguished swine and Angus heifers and polly bullocks of immaculate pedigree together with prime premiated milchcows and beeves： and there is ever heard a trampling； cackling； roaring； lowing； bleating； bellowing； rumbling； grunting； champing； chewing； of sheep and pigs and heavyhooved kine from pasturelands of Lush and Rush and Carrickmines and from the streamy vales of Thomond； from M'Gillicuddy's reeks the inaccessible and lordly Shannon the unfathomable； and from the gentle declivities of the place of the race of Kiar； their udders distended with superabundance of milk and butts of butter and rennets of cheese and farmer's firkins and targets of lamb and crannocks of corn and oblong eggs； in great hundreds； various in size； the agate with the dun。
So we turned into Barney Kiernan's and there sure enough was the citizen up in the corner having a great confab with himself and that bloody mangy mongrel； Garryowen； and he waiting for what the sky would drop in the way of drink。
There he is； says I； in his gloryhole； with his cruiskeen lawn and his load of papers； working for the cause。
The bloody mongrel let a grouse out of him would give you the creeps。 Be a corporal work of mercy if someone would take the life of that bloody dog。 I'm told for a fact he ate a good part of the breeches off a constabulary man in Santry that came round one time with a blue paper about a licence。
Stand and deliver； says he。
That's all right； citizen； says Joe。 Friends here。
Pass； friends； says he。
Then he rubs his hand in his eye and says he：
What's your opinion of the times？
Doing the rapparee and Rory of the hill。 But； begob； Joe was equal to the occasion。
I think the markets are on a rise； says he； sliding his hand down his fork。
So begob the citizen claps his paw on his knee and he says：
Foreign wars is the cause of it。
And says Joe； sticking his thumb in his pocket：
It's the Russians wish to tyrannise。
Arrah； give over your bloody codding； Joe； says I； I've a thirst on me I wouldn't sell for half a crown。
Give it a name； citizen； says Joe。
Wine of the country； says he。
What's yours？ says Joe。
Ditto MacAnaspey； says I。。。
Three pints； Terry； says Joe。 And how's the old heart； citizen？ says he。
Never better； a chara； says he。 What Garry？ Are we going to win？ Eh？
And with that he took the bloody old towser by the scruff of the neck and； by Jesus； he near throttled him。
The figure seated on a large boulder at the foot of a round tower was that of a broadshouldered deepchested stronglimbed frankeyed redhaired freely freckled shaggybearded wide…mouthed largenosed longheaded deepvoiced barekneed brawnyhanded hairylegged ruddyfaced sinewyarmed hero。 From shoulder to shoulder he measured several ells and his rocklike mountainous knees were covered； as was likewise the rest of his body wherever visible； with a strong growth of tawny prickly hair in hue and toughness similar to the mountain gorse （Ulex Europeus）。 The widewinged nostrils； from which bristles of the same tawny hue projected； were of such capaciousness that within their cavernous obscurity the field…lark might easily have lodged her nest。 The eyes in which a tear and a smile strove ever for the mastery were of the dimensions of a goodsized cauliflower。 A powerful current of warm breath issued at regular intervals from the profound cavity of his mouth while in rhythmic resonance the loud strong hale reverberations of his formidable heart thundered rumblingly causing the ground； the summit of the lofty tower and the still loftier walls of the cave to vibrate and tremble。
He wore a long unsleeved garment of recently flayed oxhide reaching to the knees in a loose kilt and this was bound about his middle by a girdle of plaited straw and rushes。 Beneath this he wore trews of deerskin； roughly stitched with gut。 His nether extremities were encased in high Balbriggan buskins dyed in lichen purple； the feet being shod with brogues of salted cowhide laced with the windpipe of the same beast。 From his girdle hung a row of seastones which dangled at every movement of his portentous frame and on these were graven with rude yet striking art the tribal images of many Irish heroes and heroines of antiquity； Cuchulin； Conn of hundred battles； Niall of nine hostages； Brian of Kincora； the Ardri Malachi； Art MacMurragh； Shane O'Neill； Father John Murphy； Owen Roe； Patrick Sarsfield； Red Hugh O'Donnell； Red Jim MacDermott； Soggarth Eoghan O'Growney； Michael Dwyer； Francy Higgins； Henry Joy M'Cracken； Goliath； Horace Wheatley； Thomas Conneff； Peg Woffington； the Village Blacksmith； Captain Moonlight； Captain Boycott； Dante Alighieri； Christopher Columbus； S。 Fursa； S。 Brendan； Marshal Mac…Mahon； Charlemagne； Theobald Wolfe Tone； the Mother of the Maccabees； the of the Mohicans； the Rose of Castille； the Man for Galway； The Man that Broke the Bank at Monte Carlo； The Man in the Gap； The Woman Who Didn't； Benjamin Franklin； Napoleon Bonaparte； John L。 Sullivan； Cleopatra； Savourneen Deelish； Julius Caesar； Paracelsus； sir Thomas Lipton； William Tell； Michelangelo； Hayes； Muhammad； the Bride of Lammermoor； Peter the Hermit； Peter the Packer； Dark Rosaleen； Patrick W。 Shakespeare； Brian Confucius； Murtagh Gutenberg； Patricio Velasquez； Captain Nemo； Tristan and Isolde； the first Prince of Wales； Thomas Cook and Son； the Bold Soldier Boy； Arrah na Pogue； Dick Turpin； Ludwig Beethoven； the Colleen Bawn； Waddler Healy； Angus the Culdee； Dolly Mount； Sidney Parade； Ben Howth； Valentine Greatrakes； Adam and Eve； Arthur Wellesley； Boss Croker； Herodotus； Jack the Giantkiller； Gautama Buddha； Lady Godiva； The Lily of Killarney； Balor of the Evil Eye； the Queen of Sheba； Acky Nagle； Joe Nagle； Alessandro Volta； Jeremiah O'Donovan Rossa； Don Philip O'Sullivan Beare。 A couched spear of acuminated granite rested by him while at his feet reposed a savage animal of the canine tribe whose stertorous gasps announced that he was sunk in uneasy slumber； a supposition confirmed by hoarse growls and spasmodic movements which his master repressed from time to time by tranquillising blows of a mighty cudgel rudely fashioned out of paleolithic stone。
So anyhow Terry brought the three pints Joe was standing and begob the sight nearly left my eyes when I saw him land out a quid。 O； as true as I'm telling you。 A goodlooking sovereign。
And there's more where that came from； says he。
Were you robbing the poorbox； Joe？ says I。
Sweat of my brow； says Joe。 'Twas the prudent member gave me the wheeze。
I saw him before I met you； says I； sloping around by Pill lane and Greek street with his cod's eye counting up all the guts of the fish。
Who es through Michan's land； bedight in sable armour？ O'Bloom； the son of Rory： it is he。 Impervious to fear is Rory's son： he of the prudent soul。
For the old woman of Prince's street； says the citizen； the subsidised organ。 The pledgebound party on the floor of the house。 And look at this blasted rag； says he。 Look at this； says he。 The Irish Independent； if you please； founded by Parnell to be the workingman's friend。 Listen to the births and deaths in the Irish all for Ireland Independent and I'll thank you and the marriages。
And he starts reading them out：
Gordon； Barnfield Crescent； Exeter； Redmayne of Iffley； Saint Anne's on Sea； the wife of William T。 Redmayne； of a son。 How's that； eh？ Wright and Flint； Vincent and Gillett to Rotha Marion daughter of Rosa and the late George Alfred Gillett； 179 Clapham Road； Stockwell； Playwood and Ridsdale at Saint Jude's Kensington by the very reverend Dr Forrest； Dean of Worcester； eh？ Deaths。 Bristow； at Whitehall lane； London： Carr； Stoke Newington； of gastritis and heart disease： Cockburn； at the Moat house； Chepstow。
I know that fellow； says Joe； from bitter experience。
Cockburn。 Dimsey； wife of Davie Dimsey； late of the admiralty： Miller； Tottenham； aged eightyfive： Welsh； June 12； at 35 Canning Street； Liverpool； Isabella Helen。 How's that for a national press； eh； my brown son？ How's that for Martin Murphy； the Bantry jobber？
Ah； well； says Joe； handing round the boose。 Thanks be to God they had the start of us。 Drink that； citizen。
I will； says he； honourable person。
Health； Joe； says I。 And all down the form。
Ah！ Owl！ Don't be talking！ I was blue mouldy for the want of that pint。 Declare to God I could hear it hit the pit of my stomach with a click。
And lo； as they quaffed their cup of joy； a godlike messenger came swiftly in； radiant as the eye of heaven； a ely youth； and behind him there passed an elder of noble gait and countenance； bearing the sacred scrolls of law； and with him his lady wife； a dame of peerless lineage； fairest of her race。
Little Alf Bergan popped in round the door and hid behind Barney's snug； squeezed up with the laughing； and who was sitting up there in the corner that I hadn't seen snoring drunk； blind to the world； only Bob Doran。 I didn't know what was up and Alf kept making signs out of the door。 And begob what was it only that bloody old pantaloon Denis Breen in his bath slippers with two bloody big books tucked under his oxter and the wife hotfoot after him； unfortunate wretched woman trotting like a poodle。 I thought Alf would split。
Look at him； says he。 Breen。 He's traipsing all round Dublin with a postcard someone sent him with u。 p。： up on it to take a li。。。
And he doubled up。
Take a what？ says I。
Libel action； says he； for ten thousand pounds。
O hell！ says I。
The bloody mongrel began to growl that'd put the fear of God in you seeing something was up but the citizen gave him a kick in the ribs。
Bi i dho husht； says h