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The Herring: The Fishery

1841 The Irish Penny Journal  
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This, however, by no manner of manes relieved poor Nannie from her difficulty, for Saveall, finding himself now first in command, determined not to lose a moment in tolerating his plan upon the castle. SYu see,' said he, ' that a way is opened for us that we didn't expect; an' let us not close our eyes to the light that has been given, lest it might be suddenly taken from us again. In this instance I suspect that fool Paddy has been made the chosen instrument; for it appears upon inquiry that he too has disappeared. However, heaven's will be done! we will have the more to ourselves, my beloved-ehem I It is now dark,' he proceeded, 'so I shall go an' take my usual smoke at the mill window, an' in about a quarther of an hour I'll be ready.' ' But I'm all in a tremor after sich a frightful accident,' replied Nannie : ' an' I want to get a few minutes' quiet before we engage upon our undhertakin.' This was very natural, and Saveall accordingly took his usual seat at a little windy in the gable of the mill, that faced the miller's house; an' from the way the bench was fixed, he was obliged to sit with his face exactly towards the same direction. There we leave him meditatin' upon his own righteous approximations, till we folly Suil Gair Maguire, or fool Paddy, as they called him, who practicated all that was done. Maguire and Nannie, findin' that no time was to be lost, gave all over as ruined, unless somethin' could be acted on quickly. Suil Gair at once thought of settin' the mill a-goin', but kept the plan to himself, any further than tellin' her not to be surp sed at any thing she might see. He then told her to steal him a gun, but if possible to let it be Saveall's, as he knew it could be depended on. ' But I hope you won't shed any blood if you can avoid it,' said she; ' that I don't like.' ' Tut,' replied Suil Gair, makin' evasion to the question, ' it's good to have it about me for my own defence.' He could often have shot either Balgruntie or Saveall in daylight, but not without certain death to himself, as he knew that escape was impossible. Besides, time was not before so pressin' upon them, an' every day relief was expected. Now, however, that relief was so near-for Simpson with a party of royalists an' Maguire's men must be within a couple of hours' journey-it would be too intrinsic entirely to see the castle plundhered, and the lady carried off by such a long-legged skyhill as Saveall. Nannie consequentially, at great risk, took an opportunity of slipping his gun to Suil Gair, who was the best shot of the day in that or any other part of the country; and it was in consequence of this that he was called Suil Gair, or Sharp Eye. But, indeed, all the Maguires were famous shots ; an' i'm tould there's one of them now in Dublin that could hit a pigeon's egg or a silver sixpence at the distance of a hundred yards.* Suil Gair did not merely raise the sluice when he set the mill a-goin', but he whipped it out altogether an' threw it into the dam, so that the possibility of saving the Hog of Cupar was irretrievable. He made off, however, an' threw himself among the tall ragweeds that grew upon the common, till it got dark, when Saveall, as was his custom, should take his evenin' smoke at the windy. Here he sat for some period, thinkin' over many ruminations, before he lit his cutty pipe, as he called it. 'Now,' said he to himself, ' what is there to hindher me from takin' away, or rather from makin' sure of the grand lassie, instead of the miller's daughter ? If I get intil the castle, it can be soon effected; for if she has any regard for her reputation, she will be quiet. I'm a braw handsome lad enough, a wee thought high in the cheek bones, scaly in the skin, an' knock-knee'd a trifle, but stout an' lathy, an' tough as a withy. But, again, what is to be done wi Nannie? Hut, she's but a miller's daughter, an' may be disposed of if she gets troublesome. I know she's fond of me, but I dinna blame her for that. However, it wadna become me now to entertain scruples, seein' that the way is made so plain for me. But, save us! eh, sirs, that was an awful death, an' very like * The celebrated Brian MIaguire, the first shot of his day, was at this time living in Dublin.