Opposite to him sat a tall, smut-faced, truculent-looking young fellow, with two piercing eyes and a pair of grim brows, which, when taken into conjunction with a hard, unfeeling mouth, from the corners of which two right lines ran down his chin, giving that part of his face a most dismal expression, constituted a countenance that matched exceedingly well with the visage of Teddy Phats.

This worthy gentleman was a tinker, and one of Hogan's brothers, whom we have already introduced to our readers.

Scattered about the fire and through the cavern were a party of countrymen who came to purchase whiskey for a wedding, and three or four publicans and shebeenmen who had come on professional business.

Some were drinking, some indulging in song, and some were already lying drunk or asleep in different parts of this subterraneous pandemonium.

Exalted in what was considered the position of honor sat a country hedge-schoolmaster, his mellow eye beaming with something between natural humor, a sense of his own importance, and the influence of pure whiskey, fresh it is called, from the Still-eye.
"Here, Teddy," said one of the countrymen, "will you fill the bottle again." "No," replied Teddy, who though as cunning as the devil himself, could seldom be got to speak anything better than broken English, and that of such a character that it was often scarcely intelligible.
"No," he replied; "I gav'd you wan bottle 'idout payment fwhor her, an' by shapers I won't give none oder." "Why, you burning beauty, aren't we takin' ten gallons, an' will you begrudge us a second bottle ?" "Shiss--devil purshue de bottle more ye'll drunk here 'idout de _airigad_, (* Money) dat's fwhat you will." "Teddy," said the schoolmaster, "I drink propitiation to you as a profissional gintle-man! No man uses more indepindent language than you do.