Some Experiences of an Irish R.M. (Google eBook)

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Longmans, Green, 1902 - 309 pages
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User Review  - Z Coonen - Goodreads

Some clever and even funny bits, but my lack of knowledge of the culture and perhaps the audiobook format made the book more of a challenge. On the other hand, the excellent narrator also filled out ... Read full review

Review: Some Experiences of an Irish RM

User Review  - Z Coonen - Goodreads

Some clever and even funny bits, but my lack of knowledge of the culture and perhaps the audiobook format made the book more of a challenge. On the other hand, the excellent narrator also filled out ... Read full review

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Page 200 - So said he, and the barge with oar and sail Moved from the brink, like some full-breasted swan That, fluting a wild carol ere her death, Ruffles her pure cold plume, and takes the flood With swarthy webs. Long stood Sir Bedivere Revolving many memories, till the hull Look'd one black dot against the verge of dawn, And on the mere the wailing died away.
Page 118 - Driscoll fall an' she turned about then and rolled on him as cosy as if he was meadow grass!" Slipper stopped short; the people in the doorway groaned appreciatively; Mary Kate murmured "The Lord save us!" "The blood was dhruv out through his nose and ears," continued Slipper, with a voice that indicated the cream of the narration, "and you'd hear his bones crackin
Page 115 - Clancy comin' on, leppin' all before them, an' owld Bocock's mare bellusin' an' powdherin' along, an' bedad ! whatever obstackle wouldn't throw her down, faith, she 'd throw it down, an' there 's the thraffic they had in it. '"I declare to me sowl...
Page 116 - Ye lie!" says the bandmasther, bein' a thrifle fulsome after his luncheon. '"I do not," says I, "in regard of seein' how soople them two boys is. Ye might observe," says I, "that if they have no convanient way to sit on the saddle, they'll ride the neck o' the horse till such time as they gets an occasion to lave it,
Page 111 - Oh, divil so pleasant an afthernoon ever you seen; and indeed, Mr. Flurry, it's what we were all sayin', it was a great pity your honour was not there for the likin
Page 276 - Here I thought it no harm to take Slipper's advice, and I applied the whip to the brown mare, who seemed inclined to turn round. She immediately fell into an uncertain canter that no effort of mine could frustrate; I could only hope that Miss Sally would foster conversation inside the 'bus and create a distraction; but judging from my last view of the party, and of Lady Knox in particular, I thought she was not likely to be successful. Fortunately the rain was heavy and thick, and a rising west wind...
Page 117 - Skelp her, ye big brute!" says I. "What good's in ye that ye aren't able to skelp her?'" The yell and the histrionic flourish of his stick with which Slipper delivered this incident brought down the house. Leigh Kelway was sufficiently moved to ask me in an undertone if 'skelp' was a local term. 31 'Well, Mr. Flurry, and gintlemen...
Page 101 - ... and voices uplifted in loud conversation. Suddenly from this region there arose a screech of the laughter peculiar to kitchen flirtation, followed by the clank of a bucket, the plunging of a horse, and then an uproar of wheels and galloping hoofs. An instant afterwards Flurry's chestnut cob, in a dogcart, dashed at full gallop into view, with the reins streaming behind him, and two men in hot pursuit. Almost before I had time to realize what had happened, Flurry jumped through the half-opened...
Page 117 - Well, Mr. Flurry, and gintlemen,' recommenced Slipper, 'I declare to ye when owld Bocock's mare heard thim roars she sthretched out her neck like a gandher, and when she passed me out she give a couple of grunts, and looked at me as ugly as a Christian. '"Hah!" says I, givin' her a couple o' dhraws o' th' ash plant across the butt o' the tail, the way I wouldn't blind her; "I'll make ye grunt!
Page 112 - says I to him ; ' I suppose it's some way wake in the legs y'are,' says I, 'an' the docthor put them on ye the way the people wouldn't thrample ye...

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