Identifier: irishways00barlrich (find matches)
Title: Irish ways
Year: 1909 (1900s)
Authors: Barlow, Jane, 1857?-1917
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Publisher: London : George Allen & Sons
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
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d ledto an offer of shelter, and hospitality barred theway against egress as long as a desultory dropcould be pointed out in proof that it was too softyet a bit altogether. There w^as no lack of con-versation to beguile the time. Seated beside thehearth, the visitor kept warily to the middle of alow, home-made form, which had a tendency totilt up at the vacant end ; the hostess occupied ashort creepy-stool opposite. A dresser, and a bedin a recess, were nearly all the rest of the furniture ;but then the rafters contrived a very manifolddebt to pay, serving as cupboard, chest, and ward-robe, accommodating sundries that ranged fromrosaries to boots, dangling by the laces. On eitherhand a smaller chamber opened out of this living-room. Everywhere cleanliness and order weretriumphantly attained, and a few brightly colouredprints on the wall aimed at decoration. But the jewel of the house was the fire on thehearthstone, a pyramid of blossom-like white and IN THE LITTLE HOUSE UNDER THE HILL
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UNDER THE HILL 25 pink, with a ruby-glow throbbing at its core. Thesods it was built of had been well-nigh as hard andblack as coal, for the quality of Glens turf is ex-cellent, to the great benefit of all the neighbours,who unanimously praise it as the chief comfort oftheir lives. Nevertheless the widow thought itnecessary to apologise for her fire on the groundsthat the sods were not yet thoroughly dry. Theirstack was only a-making ; in fact her little boywas just then away cutting peat on the bog upover the hill, beyond the holy well, whither hissister would presently be setting out to bring himhis dinner, of brown-jacketed potatoes and slender,sardine-like fishes called sheen. These are reallyyoung glossan, but the visitor wondered whetherthey were mackerel-fry, a speculation which to theGlen fisher-folk seemed, no doubt, something equiva-lent to conjecturing that kittens might grow up intosheep. I do be throwin the full of a couple ofcreels on it of a cold winters day, bedad do I

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