Then,' says I, 'lave the rest to _somebody_, for I won't name names.'-- No, your honor, I did'nt bring Hanlon in .-- By the same token, as a proof of it, there's young Bandy Shaughran, the son, wid a turkey under aich arm, comin'up to the hall door." * These were iniquitous exactions, racked from the poor tenantry by the old landlords or their agents.
"Well," proceeded M'Clutchy, without a single observation, "did you call on the Slevins ?" "Yes, sir; they're ready." "The Magonnels ?" "Not ready, sir; but a pair of geese, and two men on next Thursday and Saturday.

On Friday they must go to market to buy two _slips_." (* young pigs).
"Widow Gaffney ?" "Not ready, sir; but that I may never die in sin, a 'cute shaver." "Why so--what did she say ?" "Oh, Mr.Hickman, sir, the head agent, your honor; that's the go.
Throth, the same Mr.Hickman is--but, God forbid, sir, I'd spake a word against the absent; but any way, he's a good round thrifle, one way or the other, out of your pocket, from Jinny-warry to December." "Darby, my good man, and most impertinent scoundrel, if you wish to retain your present situation, never open your lips against that excellent gentleman, Mr.Hickman.Mark my words--out you go, if I ever discover that you mention him with disrespect." "Well, I won't then; and God forgive me for spakin' the truth--when it's not right." "Did you see the Mulhollands ?" "Mr.Hickman again, sir, an' bad luck to---- Beg pardon, sir, I forgot.
Throth, sir, when I mentioned the duty work an' the new aveny, they whistled at you." "Whistled at me!" "Yes, sir; an' said that Mr.Hickman tould them to give you neither duty fowl nor duty work, but to do their own business, and let you do yours.
Ay, and 'twas the same from all the rest." "Well," said Val, going to the window and looking abroad for a minute or two,--"well--so much for Ballymackscud; now for its next neighbor, Ballymackfud." "Mr.Hickman again, sir.

The divil sweep the same Hickman, any way," said Darby, in an aside, which he knew the other could easily hear.

"Out of the whole townland, sir, all I got was two men for the aveny--a goose from Barney Scadden, and her last ten, along wid half-a-dozen eggs, from that dacent creature, widow M'Murt.

Throth four fine little clildre she has, if they had anything on them, or anything to keep body and sowl together." "You warned them all, of course ?" "Every sowl in the townland of Ballymackt 'ud; and there's the upshot.
But it's all Mr.Hickman, sir; for he tould them--'I will have none of this work,' says he; 'the tenants musn't be harrished and fleeshed in this manner,' says he.