isa-normaladvance-1903-00046

Description:	46THE NORMAL ADVANCE.Mr. McGibbenys Christmas vStory.An its a sthory ye want, a thrue wan aboutdwarrufs er ferries. Howd wan about th GudPeople soot ye?Oh, goody, Granpa! One about the Good People, do, cried Noras eldest.All right here goes. Know ye thin that along time ago they lived in wan iv th biggestmoluntains in th lowlands in Ireland, calledMickle Mountain, a lot iv little min an wimmenknown far an wide as th Gud People.But, Granpa, you said the Good People livedin Slieve-na-mon, and, besides, there are no moun.tains in the lowlands of Ireland, corrected Noraseldest, How could there be?They was thin, returned Mr. McGibbennypromptly, Wan big mountain they was, surrounded on ivry side by thousans iv acres iv bog land,an there it stood a shelterrin iv th Gud Peopletill wan morning th King got mad because thQueen put too much sugar in is tay an he wintout an thried to kick th mountain over. But isfut caught in a errack in th rock an he hoppedaway in is blind rage straight into th say, drrag-gin Mickle Mountain afther im an lavin thGud People without a kiver, an it th dead ivwinther. Thin it was they packed up an movedover to Slieve-na-mon, where they live to this day,accordin to sum accounts. But ye must remimber,child, that this story is about things as happenedlong before your joggifry iv Ireland was iverwrrit.Sivral years before th King iv th Gud People hopped away with Mickle Mountain, theylived on th outer idge iv th bog-land a turrfcutter be th name in Terence. Now Terence wasa likely lad, livin with is poor old mother a-prrovidin f er er simple wants with his turrf cut-tin. He had a bit iv wealth in th way iv a donkeyan a carrt as he used in is wurruk, an a darlinpig as he was a-fattenin agin a jolly roast fer thChristmas dinner, fer th Widdy Clancy wascomin with er purrty niece an Terence beinspecially fond iv th niece was wantin to maketh show iv is life, seein as how is poor oldmother was a-grrowin old an not likely to bewith im much longer.Now if theys annything th Gud People dearlyloved fer Christmas dinner it was roast pig, anfer days before Christmas th folks a-livin ferleagues about Mickle Mountain, always stuck abrranch iv holly about th sty, fer in thim days,holly was a charrm agin th Gud People, wan asthey cudnt touch without bein turrned into mudturrtles which made it a slow job a-gittin homeagin. Terence an is mother was as keerful asthey cud be on th night before th holy day to fixth holly on th sty where th Gud People cudnthelp touchin it if they cum prowlin about seekinfer th pig, but whin theyd latched th door ivtheir little cabin an wint out to make a Christmas Eve call on sum iv th nay burs, th pig jistreached out an et up th sprrig iv holly an laydown to sleep.They dont have holly in Ireland, Granpa,cried Noras eldest.They did thin, replied Mr. McGibbenny without a quiver.Whin Terence an his mother cum home thatnight they wint around to th sty fer to see thpig a-takin is last sleep. Suddintly Terence gavea yell an leapt over th wall an wint a crawlinaboiut fealin in th corners, but no pig was to befound. Howly murther, th pigs gone! Oh ! Oh !Oh! he yelled. Th hollys bin tampered with anth Gud People has got im. Howly Saints! 0Mother! Mother!Shure a sad blow it was to th poor bye, fer tolose is pig hed thought so much about, with theWiddy Clancys niece a-comin th morrow, an wellnigh distrhracted he was. Aisy now, Terence,bye, said is mother soothin like, dont take it so
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