'I'll exkimnicate every mother's son of you,' said he.

'I'm a reverend clargy; and, by the contents of my soger's cap, I'll close the mouths on your faces, so that a blessed pratie or a boult of fat bacon will never go down one of your villainous throats again; and then,' he added, 'I'll sell you for scarecrows to the Pope o' Room, who wants a dozen or two of you to sweep out his palace.' It was then, sir, that, while I was getting out of my red clothes, I was transformed again; but, indeed, the most of us are so now, God help us!" They had now arrived at a narrow part of the road, when the priest stood.
"Mr.Reilly," said he, "I am very tired; but, as it is, we must go on a couple of miles further, until we reach Glen Dhu, where I think I can promise you a night's lodging, such as it will be." "I am easily satisfied," replied his companion; "it would be a soft bed that would win me to repose on this night, at least." "It will certainly be a rude and a rough one," said the priest, "and there will be few hearts there free from care, no more than yours, Mr.Reilly.

Alas! that I should be obliged to say so in a Christian country." "You say you are fatigued," said Reilly.

"Take my arm; I am strong enough to yield you some support." The priest did so, and they proceeded at a slower pace, until they got over the next two miles, when the priest stopped again.
"I must rest a little," said he, "although we are now within a hundred yards of our berth for the night.

Do you know where you are ?" "Perfectly," replied Reilly; "but, good mercy! sure there is neither house nor home within two miles of us.