ngin' thim afther him wid all the
might that was in him. So the minnit the saint kicked him the very foorst
kick, Kathleen disappeared, an' there was the owld black Belzebub
a-tumblin' over, an' fallin' down to the lake, holdin' his stummick an'
thryin' hard to catch himself wid his wings afore he'd hit the wather. But
he did by the time he got to the bottom an' flew away, bellerin' worse nor
a bull with a dog hangin' to his nose, so that all the monks woke wid
fright, an' cudn't go to shlape agin till they'd said a craydo an' five
aves apiece, but the blessed saint set be his bed a-sayin' his baids the
rest o' the night wid a pile o' shtones convaynient to his hand fur fear
the divil 'ud come back. But Satan flew over an that hill an' rubbed
himself before an' behind too, where the saint had kicked him, an' didn't
go back, for he'd enough o' the saint fur that time. But he was mightily
vexed, an' not to lose the chance fur to do some mischief before he'd go
away, he pulled down all the walls that the poor monks had built that day.

"Now there's thim that says that it was the rale Kathleen that Saint Kevin
kicked over the clift, but sure that's not thrue, fur it's not in an
Irishman to thrate a woman that-a-way, that makes me belave that the
shtory I'm tellin' ye was the thrue shtory an' that it wasn't Kathleen at
all, but Satan, that Saint Kevin thrated wid such onpoliteness, an my
blessin' an him fur that same, fur he come out very well axceptin' five or
six blisthers on his face, where the divil's tears touched him, that's
well known to make blisthers on phatever they touch.

"Well, as I was sayin', he pulled down the church walls, an' the monks put
thim up agin, an' the next mornin' they were down, an' so fur a good bit
the contist went an betune the divil an' the monks, a-shtrivin' if they
cud build up fashter than he cud pull down, fur he says to himself, Satan
did, 'Jagers, I can't be losin' me time here widout doin' something, nor,
bedad, no more can I tell how to rache the saint widout sarcumspectin'
him.'

[Illustration: Saint Kevin and the Devil]

"But the saint bate him at that game, for wan night, afther the work was
done, he put half the monks on the wall to watch there the night, an' when
Satan come flyin' along like the dirthy bat that he was, there was the
monks all along be the day's job, aitch wan a-sayin' his baids as fast as
he cud an' a bottle o' holy wather be his side to throw a