'Ha! Hal--oee mattee--mattee nuee'-- (no, no; you too sick).

'The devil mattee ye,' said I--'give me something to eat!' But nothing could be had.

Night coming on, I had to stay.

Creeping into a corner, I tried to sleep; but it was to no purpose;--the old crone must have had the quinsy, or something else; and she kept up such a wheezing and choking that at last I sprang up, and groped after her; but she hobbled away like a goblin; and that was the last of her.

As soon as the sun rose, I made the best of my way back; and here I am." He never left us more, nor ever had a second fit..