nkee yarn you are springing on us now."

To convince the skeptical people of Cork, a party of them telegraphed
all over the coast to see if they could not find Paul, to verify their
story and from Skibbereen they learned that a man answering that
description had passed through there and was now on his way to Cork.

When Paul arrived at the station he found himself surrounded by many of
his late fellow passengers, who enthusiastically received him and
escorted him to the hotel. The news of his remarkable adventure spread
over Cork as rapidly as it had over Skibbereen, so that the hotel was
thronged with eager people, the newspaper fraternity being well
represented. It was late that night before he got through with his
persistent interviewers and before he woke next morning, the story of
his extraordinary adventure and daring was all over America. The
Cork papers contained columns, describing his struggle with the ocean.
Before he could dress himself, cards came showering into his room and
when he went down he found the hotel packed with people eager to see
him. For a few days Paul enjoyed the extravagantly warm hospitality of
Cork. He was taken everywhere worth visiting, entertained with
dinners, parties and receptions until his head swam with the whirl of
attentions that he was so unaccustomed to. During his stay in the hotel
a large party of huntsmen who came to Cork to participate in a grand
hunt nearby, had a banquet to which he was invited. Paul was made the
hero of the evening and so many were the toasts drank in his honor that
he looked anxiously for a chance to escape the profuse but reckless
hospitality. When an opportunity presented itself he slipped out and
took a long walk in the night air. As he returned to the hotel and
was about to ascend to his room, he could hear his late companions in
one of their hunting songs enjoying themselves. Observing a stalwart
porter connected with the hotel, laboriously bearing one of his late
red-coated entertainers on his back as he mounted the stairs, Paul,
thinking some accident had occurred ran to the porter and asked: "Why,
what is the matter with the gentleman? Is he killed? Has there been
a fight?"

"Oh, no sur, it's wan of the gintlemen, he's only a little overcome. Oi
put thim all to bed this way, yure honor, and moight ave had the
pleasure av puttin' yureself to bed if ye had remained."

With sailor-like reck