This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1908 Excerpt: ... dhraming anything was any good, he was near demented; for the more he made, the greedier he was gettin'. An' to tell the truth I was a bit cut meself; for there was no doubt he was dhramin' powerful at the first. To make matthers worse the mice got in at the Major's cheese, an' ate it ivery crumb, although the smell might ha' daunted a man let alone a mouse. Down comes the ould gentleman the next mornin' in a terrible way. "Have ye any cheese in the house," sez he, ' Pat?" "Divil a crumb," sez I; " it's a thing I niver lip. What's wrong wi' what ye have?" An' thin he begins cursin' the mice something lamentable, an' bemoanin his luck, till I could hardly get out av him what had happened. "Ye'll have to buy more," sez I. "There's time enough yet to dhrame a dozen winners." "It's terrible dear," sez he, groanin'. "What about it?" sez I. "Sure ye're makin' a fortune out av it. Give me a shillin' an' I'll run down to Ballygullion, an' get ye a pound av good stuff." I'd ha' paid for it meself, but, thinks I, " Yeouid miser; it's a heart's blessin' to make ye spend somethin'." "No," sez he; " I'll go meself." Away he goes, an' afther a while he come back wi' a pound av quare yellow-lookin' cheese, that looked more like soap. He was lookin' terrible well plazed, too. "Man, Pat," sez he, "I'm in luck. I got a pound av Meriky cheese for sevenpence." "Ye'll not dhrame many winners on that," sez I. "It's poor lookin' stuff." "Ye niver know," sez he. "Anyway, we'll give it a chance." An' wi' that off he goes like a shot; for he was afeared I might banther him intil buyin' betther. The next mornin...
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