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Collection: Books and Periodicals > Hutchings' Illustrated California Magazine

Volume 3 (1858-1859) (592 pages)

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EARLY DAYS OF THE BUCKEYES. 363 to the stables, where he found Barney rubbing down his own horse, and singing, at the top of his voice, and with a rich Irish accent— * Och, I was the boy for bewitchin’ ’em— Whether good-humored or coy; Each said, while I was beseechin’ *em,— ‘Do what ye will wid me, Joy!’ ” “Good morning to you, Mr. Malone; you seem as happy asa lark, and sing so well that even a lark would envy you; I hope you’re well this fine morning,” said Yawkub, who, it may as well be remarked, had not seen proper to replace the beefsteak on his eye that morning— the swelling and discoloration having almost disappeared during the night. “Och, good mornin’ to yer nightcap, as the divil said to the pope. I see yer eye’s betther this mornin’—it’s able to be out. Perhaps ye’d like to have the other one painted a bit.” “Tm not at all anxious for such a display of your skill, Barney ; and, besides, I’ve come to pledge you my sacred honor that I’ll never make love to Miss Leenie, until you give me your full consent to do 80.” “Well, that’s sinsible, annyhow; for if I ketch ye comin’ anny o’ yer blarney over the poor innocint, I’ll bate ye into smithereens, an’ put both yer good-lookin’ eyes in Yankee regimintals—dape blue, faced wid red; what d’ye think o’ that, now?” ““My dear Mr. Malone, there is no ground of quarrel between us, that I can see; for I utterly renounce all pretensions to Miss Leenie, until, as I have just said, you give me your full consent—out of your own mouth—and, as a pledge of my sincerity, here’s my hand.” “Done like a gintleman,” said Barney, taking the other’s proffered hand, and the two rivals gave and received the grasp of friendship in a superlativelycordial manner. “ Now, Mr. Malone,” said the Lieutenant, still holding Barney’s hand, “I wish you to do me a favor. I perceive that you are an accomplished boxer, which, I am sorry to say, 1am not. If you will give me a few lessons in the art, I will not only be deeply obliged to you, but will give you a ten-dollar bank-bill into the bargain.” “Och, thin, there’s no resistin’ ye. Yez got a tongue in yer head that’d wile the birds from the bushes—sayin’ nothin’ o’ the tin dollars. Faix, an’ Pll do it, jist whiniver ye think it convaynient like.” “Well, then, if you have time, why not commence now?” asked Yawkub, putting himself in a posture of defense, for he was slightly fearful that Barney might open the lessons rather disagreebaly. “‘Niver ye be unaisy,” responded Mr, Malone; “T’li do the thing up like a gintleman, as soon as I see the color 0” yer money.” Upon this hint, so unmistakable in its import, the Lieutenant placed a ten-dollar bill in his rival’s hand, and awaited, with considerable interest, his further movements, “T must first make two pair 0’ gloves ; for divil a thing o’ the like’s to be got in this out-o’-the-way wooden counthry; an’ Y’ll do that same in the shakin’ of a pikestaff; so rest aisy a bit.” What the Irishman meant by “two pair o’ gloves,’ Yawkub had not the least notion ; but, telling Barney that he would be ready for his first lesson in an -hour, he sauntered into the fields to commune with his own “sweet and bitter fancy.” At the end of an hour, Barney had succeeded in manufacturing a couple of pairs of very passable boxing-gloves, by stitching some wadding on the backs of four common ones, and he and Yawkub, seeking the solitude of an untenanted stable, proceeded, the one to instruct and the other to receive instruction, in the e