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any further remark, although he looked unutterable
things as he proceeded quietly to fill his little black pipe.
_ “Ho! O’Riley, lend a hand, you lazy fellow,” cried
Fred; “work first and play afterwards, you skulker,”

“Sure that same is what I’m doin’,” replied O’Riley
. with a bland smile, which ‘he eclipsed in a cloud of
_ smoke. “Haven't I bin workin’ like a naagur for two.
‘hours to git out of that hole, and ain’t I playin’ a tune

on me pipe now? But I won't be ‘cross-grained. Tl
' lind ye a hand av ye behave yerself. It’s a bad thing
to be cross-grained;” he continued, pocketing his pipe
and assisting to arrange the sledge; “me owld grand-
mother always towld me that, and she wos wise, she
wos, beyand ordn’r. More like Salomon nor anything
else.”

“She must have directed that remark specially to
you, I think,” said Fred—*(Let ‘Dumps lead, West,
he’s tougher than the others)—did she not, O'Riley?”

“Be no manes. It wos to the pig she said it. Most
- of her conversation (and she had a power of it) wos -
" “=widdbe pig; and many’s the word o’ good advice she
. gave it, as it sat in its usual place beside the-fire fore-
-nint her. But it wos all thrown away, it wos, for

there wosn’t another pig in all the length o’ Ireland as
had sich a will o’ its own; and it had a, sereech, too,
when it wosn’t plaazed, ss bate all the steam whistles
in the world, it did. Tve often moralated on that
same, and I’ve noticed that, as it is wid pigs, so it is
wid men and women—some of them at laste—the
more advice ye give them, the less they take.”