Beadle's Dime Novels No. 47: Tim Bumble's Charge — page 17: what you’re looking at

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BRIDGET. ; 15 By this time, the Irishman came in sight of his rude home, a hovel built by the edge of the wood. It was a picturesque location. ‘The river could be seen far off to the right. Behind the little tenement, made of rough-hewn logs, filled in with clay, a hill gradually ascended, filled with trees and tangled vines; with massive rocks cropping out here and there, and little black nooks, suggestive of mossy resting-places. A. stout woman, twice the height of her husband, stood vigorously applying an ax to a good-sized log, and ever and anon addressing the stubborn victim in no measured terms of dis- approbation. 3 < — “ht ye lazy raskill, ye won't split, will ye? ugh! there was a blow now, might a cracked yer hide. Ye think a woman’s got hold of ye,do ye? Ugh! there ye go; ye've got a skull like my Tim; it’s my belate that I might crack him-as many times over the hegd and he’d no-feel it. Talk of a woman, ugh! when it’s me as has to’arn the bread to put into his mouth, and he dawdlin’ on the bache, mindin’ nets to ket¢h gudgeons. Whop! ye’re beginnin’ to listen to Pason, are ye? it’s not yery sharp r’asonin’ aither, the edge of this ould ax, but I’ve asked Tim to grind it till me very breath in me body is gone, and like a spent fire, an’ I’ve had to kindle it with a scoldin’, ‘Sure, that’s Tim, bad luck to him. Au’ this is the way ye laye me to split wood and do the drudgery ; oh! boy, little did I think Td be used this hard, when I married ye” = et : “ Aji? an’ if ye knew how near I'd come to bringing mesilf home widout the breath oy life in me, you wouldn’t be after - scoldin’. As it is, 1 shouldn’t wonder if Pd the lockjaw in me finger this very night. T’ve run the boat-hook clear through it” — Fey: See ~ © Run the boat-hook through yer finger, ye blunderer ; don’t ye suppose I'd know better nor that ?” _ « Well, then, couldn’t ye tell that I meant the net-hook? ‘Am I to find ye édeas, as well as words? If I made a mis- take; it’s because I'm half crazy wid the pain. Ah! Bridget, darlin’, if ye’. seen me bleeding to death on the had some pity in yer stovy heart.” Sh ; “Bridget replied by a succession of uftbelieving nod: she had managed the refractory log, by dividin, -and subdi- » . Conmmicloooks.corn