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Various The Irish Penny Journal, Vol. 1 No…

Rooshkulum did as he was desired, and commenced cutting down a certain tree, which the farmer pointed out. And not long had he been thus engaged when the old lady in the holly bush cried out “cuckoo!” “cuckoo!” “Hah! what’s that?” said the farmer; “that sounds like the cuckoo!”
“O, that cannot be,” said Rooshkulum, “for this is winter!”
But now the cuckoo was heard, beyond a doubt.
“Well,” said Rooshkulum, “before I’ve done with you, I’ll go and see this cuckoo.”
“Why, you stupid fool!” said the farmer, “no man ever saw the cuckoo.”
“Never mind!” said Rooshkulum, “it can be no harm to look.
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Various The Irish Penny Journal, Vol. 1 No…

Mihal muttered a few words about dinner, hunger, and so on, but was interrupted by the farmer, who said, “Mihal, you must attend my mother; she has sometimes strange fancies. Besides, remember our agreement. Do you find fault with me?”
“O, by no means, sir,” said Mihal, frightened; “I must do my business, I suppose.”
The dinner was actually laid out on the plates to every one when Mihal and the old lady walked out. No sooner had they done so, than the greyhound, before she could be prevented, pounced on his dinner, and devoured it in a moment!
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Various The Irish Penny Journal, Vol. 1 No…

Mihal, in his enfeebled state, was no match for the sturdy farmer; in a moment his head was rolling on the floor by a vigorous stroke of the fatal axe, while grins of satisfaction might be seen playing on the countenances both of the old lady, and her greyhound!
The feelings of the poor widow may be imagined, when no tidings ever reached her of her Mihal More. But, on the expiration of a year, the second son, Pauthrick Dhuv, or Patrick Black Fellow, so called from his dark complexion, also prevailed on his mother to let him go in search of his brother, and of employment.
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