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respectable…looking old man made his appearance behind a bar。  
After serving my companion with a glass of peppermint; which she 
said she preferred to anything else; and me with a glass of ale; 
both of which I paid for; he retired; and we sat down on two old 
chairs beneath a window in front of the bar。

〃Well;〃 said I; 〃I suppose you have Irish:  here's slainte … 〃

〃Slainte yuit a shaoi;〃 said the girl; tasting her peppermint。

〃Well:  how do you like it?'

〃It's very nice indeed。〃

〃That's more than I can say of the ale; which; like all the ale in 
these parts; is bitter。  Well; what part of Ireland do you come 
from?〃

〃From no part at all。  I never was in Ireland in my life。  I am 
from Scotland Road; Manchester。〃

〃Why; I thought you were Irish?〃

〃And so I am; and all the more from being born where I was。  
There's not such a place for Irish in all the world as Scotland 
Road。〃

〃Were your father and mother from Ireland?〃

〃My mother was from Ireland:  my father was Irish of Scotland Road; 
where they met and married。〃

〃And what did they do after they married?〃

〃Why; they worked hard; and did their best to get a livelihood for 
themselves and children; of which they had several besides myself; 
who was the eldest。  My father was a bricklayer; and my mother sold 
apples and oranges and other fruits; according to the season; and 
also whiskey; which she made herself; as she well knew how; for my 
mother was not only a Connacht woman; but an out…and…out Connamara 
quean; and when only thirteen had wrought with the lads who used to 
make the raal cratur on the islands between Ochterard and Bally na 
hinch。  As soon as I was able; I helped my mother in making and 
disposing of the whiskey and in selling the fruit。  As for the 
other children; they all died when young; of favers; of which there 
is always plenty in Scotland Road。  About four years ago … that is; 
when I was just fifteen … there was a great quarrel among the 
workmen about wages。  Some wanted more than their masters were 
willing to give; others were willing to take what was offered them。  
Those who were dissatisfied were called bricks; those who were not 
were called dungs。  My father was a brick; and; being a good man 
with his fists; was looked upon as a very proper person to fight a 
principal man amongst the dungs。  They fought in the fields near 
Salford for a pound a side。  My father had it all his own way for 
the first three rounds; but in the fourth; receiving a blow under 
the ear from the dung; he dropped; and never got up again; dying 
suddenly。  A grand wake my father had; for which my mother 
furnished usquebaugh galore; and comfortably and dacently it passed 
over till about three o'clock in the morning; when; a dispute 
happening to arise … not on the matter of wages; for there was not 
a dung amongst the Irish of Scotland Road … but as to whether the 
O'Keefs or O'Kellys were kings of Ireland a thousand years ago; a 
general fight took place; which brought in the police; who; being 
soon dreadfully baten; as we all turned upon them; went and fetched 
the military; with whose help they took and locked up several of 
the party; amongst whom were my mother and myself; till the next 
morning; when we were taken before the magistrates; who; after a 
slight scolding; set us at liberty; one of them saying that such 
disturbances formed part of the Irish funeral service; whereupon we 
returned to the house; and the rest of the party joining us; we 
carried my father's body to the churchyard; where we buried it very 
dacently; with many tears and groanings。〃

〃And how did your mother and you get on after your father was 
buried?〃

〃As well as we could; yere hanner; we sold fruit; and now and then 
a drop of whiskey; which we made; but this state of things did not 
last long; for one day my mother seeing the dung who had killed my 
father; she flung a large flint stone and knocked out his right 
eye; for doing which she was taken up and tried; and sentenced to a 
year's imprisonment; chiefly it was thought because she had been 
heard to say that she would do the dung a mischief the first time 
she met him。  She; however; did not suffer all her sentence; for 
before she had been in prison three months she caught a disorder 
which carried her off。  I went on selling fruit by myself whilst 
she was in trouble; and for some time after her death; but very 
lonely and melancholy。  At last my uncle Tourlough; or; as the 
English would call him; Charles; chancing to come to Scotland Road 
along with his family; I was glad to accept an invitation to join 
them which he gave me; and with them I have been ever since; 
travelling about England and Wales and Scotland; helping my aunt 
with the children; and driving much the same trade which she has 
driven for twenty years past; which is not an unprofitable one。〃

〃Would you have any objection to tell me all you do?〃

〃Why I sells needles; as I said before; and sometimes I buys things 
of servants; and sometimes I tells fortunes。〃

〃Do you ever do anything in the way of striopachas?〃

〃Oh no! I never do anything in that line; I would be burnt first。  
I wonder you should dream of such a thing。〃

〃Why surely it is not worse than buying things of servants; who no 
doubt steal them from their employers; or telling fortunes; which 
is dealing with the devil。〃

〃Not worse?  Yes; a thousand times worse; there is nothing so very 
particular in doing them things; but striopachas … Oh dear!〃

〃It's a dreadful thing I admit; but the other things are quite as 
bad; you should do none of them。〃

〃I'll take good care that I never do one; and that is striopachas; 
them other things I know are not quite right; and I hope soon to 
have done wid them; any day I can shake them off and look people in 
the face; but were I once to do striopachas I could never hold up 
my head〃

〃How comes it that you have such a horror of striopachas?〃

〃I got it from my mother; and she got it from hers。  All Irish 
women have a dread of striopachas。  It's the only thing that 
frights them; I manes the wild Irish; for as for the quality women 
I have heard they are no bit better than the English。  Come; yere 
hanner; let's talk of something else。〃

〃You were saying now that you were thinking of leaving off fortune…
telling and buying things of servants。  Do you mean to depend upon 
your needles alone?〃

〃No; I am thinking of leaving off tramping altogether and going to 
the Tir na Siar。〃

〃Isn't that America?〃

〃It is; yere hanner; the land of the west is America。〃

〃A long way for a lone girl。〃

〃I should not be alone; yere hanner; I should be wid my uncle 
Tourlough and his wife。〃

〃Are they going to America?〃

〃They are; yere hanner; they intends leaving off business and going 
to America next spring。〃

〃It will cost money。〃

〃It will; yere hanner; but they have got money; and so have I。〃

〃Is it because business is slack that you are thinking of going to 
America?〃

〃Oh no; yere hanner; we wish to go there in order to get rid of old 
ways and habits; amongst which are fortune…telling and buying 
things of sarvants; which yere hanner was jist now checking me 
wid。〃

〃And can't you get rid of them here?〃

〃We cannot; yere hanner。  If we stay here we must go on tramping; 
and it is well known that doing them things is part of tramping。〃

〃And what would you do in America?〃

〃Oh; we could do plenty of things in America … most likely we 
should buy a piece of land and settle down。〃

〃How came you to see the wickedness of the tramping life?〃

〃By hearing a great many sarmons and preachings and having often 
had the Bible read to us by holy women who came to our tent。〃

〃Of what religion do you call yourselves now?〃

〃I don't know; yere hanner; we are clane unsettled about religion。  
We were once Catholics and carried Saint Colman of Cloyne about wid 
us in a box; but after hearing a sermon at a church about images; 
we went home; took the saint out of his box and cast him into a 
river。〃

〃Oh it will never do to belong to the Popish religion; a religion 
which upholds idol

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