[Valentine M’Clutchy, The Irish Agent by William Carleton]@TWC D-Link bookValentine M’Clutchy, The Irish Agent CHAPTER VII 6/35
I have proposed that he shall be colonel, and that the corps be named the Castle Cumber Yeomanry.
I shall myself be captain and paymaster, and you shall have a slice of something off it, Phil, my boy." "I have no objection in life," replied Phil, "and let the slice be a good one; only I am rather quakerly as to actual fighting, which may God of his infinite mercy prevent!" "There will be no fighting, my hero," replied the father, laughing; "if there were, Phil, I would myself rise above all claims for military glory; but here there will be nothing but a healthy chase across the country after an occasional rebel or whiteboy, or perhaps the seizing of a still, and the capture of many a keg of neat poteen, Phil--eh? What do you say to that my boy ?" "I have no objection to that," said Phil, "provided everything is done in an open, manly manner--in broad day-light.
These scoundrel whiteboys have such devilish good practice at hedge-firing, that I have already made up my mind to decline all warfare that won't be sanctioned by the sun.
I believe in my soul they see better without light than with it, so that the darkness which would be a protection to them, could be none to me." At this moment, a tap--such as a thief would give when ascertaining if the master of the house were asleep, in order that he might rob him--came to the door, and upon being desired to "come in and be d----d" Darby entered. "You're an hour late, you scoundrel," said Val; "what have you to say for yourself ?" "Yes," added Phil, who was a perfect Achilles to every bailiff and driver on the estate--"what have you to say for yourself? If I served you right, upon my honor and reputation, I would kick you out.
I would, you scoundrel, and I ought." "I know you ought, squire, for I desarve it; but, any how, sure it was the floods that sent me round.
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