"Pat threw one foot out astarn, like a skullin' oar, and
then bent forrards like a hoop, and fetched the rifle
slowly up to the line, and shot to the right eye. Chee,
chee, chee, went the squirrel. He see'd it was wrong.
'By the powers!' sais Pat, 'this is a left-handed boot,'
and he brought the gun to the other shoulder, and then
shot to his left eye. 'Fegs!' sais Pat, 'this gun was
made for a squint eye, for I can't get a right strait
sight of the critter, either side.' So I fixt it for him
and told him which eye to sight by. 'An excellent gun
entirely,' sais Pat, 'but it tante made like the rifles
we have.'

"Ain't they strange critters, them Irish, Squire? That
feller never handled a rifle afore in all his born days;
but unless it was to a priest, he wouldn't confess that
much for the world. They are as bad as the English that
way; they always pretend they know every thing.

"'Come, Pat,' sais I, 'blaze away now.' Back goes the
hind leg agin, up bends the back, and Bull-Dog rises
slowly to his shoulder; and then he stared, and stared,
until his arm shook like palsy. Chee, chee, chee, went
the squirrel agin, louder than ever, as much as to say,
'Why the plague don't you fire? I'm not a goin' to stand
here all day, for you this way,' and then throwin' his
tail over his back, he jumped on to the next branch.

"'By the piper that played before Moses!' sais Pat, 'I'll