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Chapter 5

           Coucheduponapieceofhorse-skin,infrontofthefire,withsnouthalfburiedamongtheashes,wasacaninecompanion,whoseappearancebespokeacountrymanahugeIrishstaghound,thatlookedasifhetoounderstoodthespeechofConnemara.

           Whetherhedidsoornot,itwasaddressedtohim,asifhewasexpectedtocomprehendeveryword.

           "Och,Tara,mejewel!"exclaimedheinthecorduroys,fraternallyinterrogatingthehound;"hadn’tyezweeshnowtobebackinBallyballagh?Wadn’tyezloiketobewancemoreinthecoortyardavtheowldcastle,friskin’overtheclanestones,anbein’tripe-fedtilltherewasn’taribtobeseeninyoursidessodifferentfromwhattheyarenowwhenIkyancountiverywanavthem?Sowl!it’smeselfthatudloiketobethere,anyhow!Butthere’snoknowin’whentheyoungmasther’llgoback,antakeusalongwidhim.Nivermind,Tara!He’sgoin’totheSittlementssoon,yeowlddog;anhe’spromisedtotakeusthare;that’ssomeconsolashun.Bejapers!it’soverthreemonthssinceI’vebeentotheFort,meself.MaybeI’llfindsomeowldacquaintanceamongthemIrishsodgersthat’scomelately;anbemesowl,avIdo,won’ttherebeadhrapbetwaneuswon’tthere,Tara?"

           Thestaghound,raisinghisheadathearingthementionofhisname,gaveaslightsniff,asifsaying"Yes"inanswertothedrollinterrogatory.

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