live upon this pretty, convanient little island, what a nate, clane,
comfortable serving man you might have in Patrick O'Leary.'

Not knowing exactly, in what way to reply to Patrick's last speech,
Henry remained for the time silent, and they thus proceeded on their
journey, ascending first to the top of one hill, then after passing
through a fertile and beautiful valley, ascending another, until at last
they got completely tired. As they reached the second valley, Henry
spoke as follows:

'I think we had better rest here awhile, Patrick.'

'Just as you plase, sir,' answered his companion, 'rest or go on, it's
all one to Paddy O'Leary.'

'Then I guess we will stop here,' said Henry.

So saying, he seated himself on the luxuriant green grass, beneath a
fragrant orange tree, and Patrick was about to follow his example, when
the sudden appearance of three men on the summit of an adjacent
eminence, greeted the curious gaze which he cast around, and caused him
to exclaim:

'By the powers of mud and blarney, master Henry, if there is no four
legged bastes upon this illigant bit of an island, there's plenty of two
legged ones.'

'What do you mean,' exclaimed Henry, starting to his feet.

'What do I mane? An sure, and what shall I mane, yer honor, except just