take care of him; for he has his fire-arms; if you meet him don't go
empty-handed, and I'd advise you to have the first shot."

"Behind the orchard," said Meehaul, astonished; "where there?"

"Ay, behind the orchard, where they often war afore. Where there? Why,
if you want to know that, sittin' on one of the ledges in the Grassy
Quarry. That's their sate whenever they meet; an' a snug one it is for
them that don't like their neighbors' eyes to be upon them. Go now an'
satisfy yourself, but watch them at a distance, an', as you expect to
save your sister, don't breathe the name of Nell M'Collum to a livin'
mortal."

Meehaul Neil's cheek flushed with deep resentment on hearing this
disagreeable intelligence. For upwards of a century before there had
subsisted a deadly feud between the Neils and Lamh Laudhers, without
either party being able exactly to discover the original fact from
which their enmity proceeded. This, however, in Ireland, makes little
difference. It is quite sufficient to know that they meet and fight upon
every possible opportunity, as hostile factions ought to do, without
troubling themselves about the idle nonsense of inquiring why they
hate and maltreat each other. For this reason alone, Meehaul Neil was
bitterly opposed to the most distant notion of a marriage between his
sister and young Lamh Laudher. There were other motives also which
weighed, with nearly equal force, in the consideration of this subject.
His sister Ellen was by far the most beautiful girl of her station in
the whole country,--and many offers, highly advantageous, and far above
what she otherwise could have expected, had been made to her. On the
other hand, Lamh Laudher Oge was poor, and by no means qualified in
point of worldly circumstances to propose for her, even were hereditary