d terrify
the sinses out of King Solomon. They had the great big stamer he was in
whirlin' round and round and round, the same as if it was a float on one
of its own paddlewheels, he couldn't tell how many days and nights.
Thracks, how are you. It's a very ready one there is in it to the bottom
of the say."

"Still a good few people gets through it safe enough," said Theresa,
"ay, and comes back through it of an odd while."

"But how many's lost in it that you never hear tell of?" said Ody. "And
besides that, the man I was talkin' to tould me his brother was never
right in his head after the tossin' he got. It's a poor case to be
landin' ravin' mad in a sthrange counthry, supposin' you get there
itself. But me own notion is that if people's well off, they've a right
to stop where they are, and if they're misfort'nit, they've a chance any
way of better bad luck stayin' at home."

Ody stated his own notion authoritatively, and Theresa looked depressed
by the dilemma in which it seemed to place the emigrant.

"'Deed, now, maybe it's a bad turn I'm after doin' the two of them," she
said; "but poor Mrs. Morrough, many a time she sez to me it 'ud be the
greatest comfort to her at all to get quit of the fear she was in
continyal wheniver he went out wid the ould boat. Sure she might be a
bit lonesome, she'd say, but after all what great company was he to her
when half the time she would be drowndin' him under the rowl of the say,
like his poor father and grandfather? And wid the most he could do it's
hard set he was to make what 'ud keep him. So she'd planned she'd be
able to conthrive well enough wid her hins and her spriggin' work, till
Felix could be sendin' her over a thrifle. A very cliver woman she was
at the spriggin'; the handkercher corners she'd work was rael iligant.
Pence a-piece she got for them, and I've known her finish a dozen in
three days.

"Och, but I got a turn on the Friday mornin' when I stepped down to her
place to see what way they were after the storm, and there she was
sittin' crouched up in a corner, and screechin' to me to know who was
comin' in, and I standin' before her eyes in the middle of a sun-bame.
And 'Glory be to God,' sez she, 'that it's yourself, for you'll have the
sinse to give me a hand wid endeavourin' to keep the knowledge of what's
after happenin' me from Felix, the way he won't be purvinted of goin'
to-morra. Sorra a fut would he if he knew aught ailed me; and then sure
he mi