"Now, boys," said Jemmy, after dropping a spittle into his pipe,
pressing it down with his little finger, and putting it into his
waistcoat pocket, "see an' get them praties down as soon as you can, an'
don't work as if you intended to keep your Christmas there; an' Paddy
the Bounce, I'll thank you to keep your jokes an' your stories to
yourself, an' not to be idlin' the rest till afther your work's done.
Throth it was an unlucky day I had anything to do wid you, you divartin'
vagabone--ha! ha! ha! When I hired him in the Micklemas fair," proceeded
Jemmy, without addressing himself to any particular individual, "he
killed me wid laughin' to such a degree, that I couldn't refuse the
mehony whatsomever wages he axed; an' now he has the men, insteed o'
mindin' their work, dancin' through the field, an' likely to split at
the fun he tells them, ha! ha! ha! Be off, now, boys. Pettier Murphy,
you randletree, let,the girl alone. That's it Peggy, lay on him; ha!
devil's cure to you! take what you've got any way--you desarve it."
These latter observations were occasioned by a romping match that took
place between a young laborer and a good-looking girl who was employed
to drop potatoes for the men.
At length those who were engaged in the labor of the field departed in
a cheerful group, and in a few minutes the noise of a horse's feet,
evidently proceeding at a rapid trot, was heard coming up the boreen or
avenue towards the house.
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