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DINNY’S HISTORY. 975 ' pishtol dhrop instead—the big one being on the pavemint, where it wint off bang and shot a corner off a big shtone. But nobody came from inside the magazine ; and the owld gintle- man grinned more and more, and seemed to rowl his otes ; and I belave he wanted to hear the owld place go up. And there you could hear thim inside buzzing about like my mother’s bees in the sthraw hoive, when ye give it a larrup on the top wid a shtick.” Dinny gave his head a nod, and went on. “That roused up the captain, and he roars out— “¢ Here, Dinny —Dick—Bart,’ he says, ‘go in and fetch out these idiots. And I shpat in me fist, and ran in wid the other two. ‘Now, Dinny, my lad,’ I says to meself, ‘if ye’re blown up it'll be bad for ye, but yell be blown up towards heaven, and that’s a dale better than being blown down. And avore I knew where I was, I was right in among the lads, about foive- and-twenty of them ; and then talk about a foight, sor! Ah, musha, it was awful !” ‘“‘ Did they make such a desperate defence ?” ‘“‘Deshperate, sor! Oh, that don’t describe it! Bedad, I nivver saw anything like it in me loife!” | “Were there many killed? Were you wounded ?” “Killed! Wounded! Did ye iver see a flock o’ sheep when a big dog goes at ’em, sor?” ‘‘ Often, in Devon.” “ Ah, then it’s the same as it would be in Oireland. Bedad, sor, the name of the captain, and seeing Black Mazzard tuk, was enough. They all walked out and pitched their swords and pishtols down m a hape before the shkipper and then stands in a row like sodgers ; sure and it’s meself that had some of the drilling of them. ““¢(Yome here, Bart,’ says the shkipper then; and as Bart goes up, the ‘captain gives Black Mazzard a shove like and Gomicbooks —)