Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 1, December 11, 1841 by Various
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having got the cap, the _kippeen_, and the box of salve, into my
possession, I opened the box, and out jumped the little fellow. "'Now, Felix,' says he, 'touch your lips with the salve, for we are just at the entrance of my dominions.' "I did as he desired me, and, _Dharra Dhie!_ if the little chap wasn't changed into a big black-looking giant, sitting afore my eyes on a great rock. "'Lord save us!' says I to myself, 'it's a marcy and a wondher how he ever squeezed himself into that weeshy box.' 'Why thin, Sir,' says I to him, 'maybe your honour would have the civilitude to tell me your name.' "'With the greatest of pleasure, Felix,' says he smiling; 'I'm called Mahoon, the Giant.' "'Tare an' agers! are you though? Well, if I thought'--but he gave me no time to think; for calling on me to follow him, he began climbing up the _Giant's Stairs_ as asy as I'd walk up a ladder to the hay-loft. Well, he was at the top afore you could cry 'trapstick,' and it wasn't long till I was at the top too, and there we found a gate opening into the hill, and a power of lords and ladies waiting to resave Mahoon, who I larned was their king, and who had been away from his kingdom for twenty years, by rason of his being shut up in the box by some great fairy-man. "Well, when we got inside the gates, I found myself in a most beautiful city, where nobody seemed to mind anything but diversion. The music was the most illigant thing you ever hard in your born days, and there wasn't one less than forty Munster pipers playing before King Mahoon and his |
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