I jumped off the bed and on to a bench that stood handy.
"'What are ye yelling about, Tim Kelly ?' said Corporal Jones to me.
"'Here's a riotous baste here, corporal,' says I, 'that's meditating an attack on me.' "'Put your foot on it, man,' says he.
"'It's mighty fine,' says I, 'and I in my bare feet.' "So the corporal tells Pat Murphy, my right-hand man, to tackle the baste.

I could see Pat didn't like the job ayther, yer honor, but he's not the boy to shrink from his duty; so he comes and he takes post on the form by my side, and just when the cratur is making up his mind to charge us both, Pat jumps down upon him and squelched it.
"Shure, yer honor, the sight of such bastes is enough to turn a Christian man's blood." "The spider had no idea of attacking you, Kelly," Peters said, laughing.

"It might possibly bite you in the night, though I do not think it would do so; or if you took it up in your fingers." "The saints defind us, yer honor! I'd as soon think of taking a tiger by the tail.

The corporal, he's an Englishman, and lives in a country where they've got snakes and reptiles; but it's hard on an Irish boy, dacently brought up within ten miles of Cork's own town, to be exposed to the like.
"And do ye know, yer honor, when I went out into the town yesterday, what should I see but a man sitting down against a wall, with a little bit of a flute in his hand, and a basket by his side.

Well, yer honor, I thought maybe he was going to play a tune, when he lifts up the top of the basket and then began to play.