We did feel the mosquitoes, and fought with them as well as
we could, whilst Dennis O'Moore, defending his own face with a big bunch
of jack-in-pulpits striped like tabby cats, explained his plans as
follows:
Of course we had no notion of going home awhile. Alister and I had come
away on purpose; and for his own part it had always been the longing of
his soul to see the world. Times out of mind when he and Barney were on
board one of these emigrant ships, that had put into the bay,
GOD-speeding an old tenant or acquaintance with good wishes and whisky
and what not, he had been more than half inclined to give old Barney and
the hooker the slip, and take his luck with the outward bound. And now
he was here, and no blame for it, why would he hurry home? The race of
the O'Moores was not likely to become extinct for the loss of him, at
the worst; and the Squire wouldn't grudge him a few months' diversion
and a peep at the wide world. Far from it; he'd send him some money, and
why not? He (Dennis) was a bit of a favourite for his mother's sake, and
the Squire had a fine heart.
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