, an was on the pint iv faintin' wid the bare
notions iv it.

'Well, whin he was come to himself agin, says Jerry to him quite an'
asy:

'"Terence," says he, "don't be aggravatin' yourself," says he; "for I
have a plan composed that 'ill make him spake out," says he, "an' tell
what it is in the world he's wantin'," says he; "an' mind an' don't be
comin' in wid your gosther, an' to say agin anything I tell you," says
he, "but jist purtind, as soon as the bird is brought back," says he,
"how that we're goin' to sind him to-morrow mornin' to market," says he.
"An' if he don't spake to-night," says he, "or gother himself out iv
the place," says he, "put him into the hamper airly, and sind him in the
cart," says he, "straight to Tipperary, to be sould for ating," says he,
"along wid the two gossoons," says he, "an' my name isn't Jer Garvan,"
says he, "if he doesn't spake out before he's half-way," says he. "An'
mind," says he, "as soon as iver he says the first word," says he,
"that very minute bring him aff to Father Crotty," says he; "an' if
his raverince doesn't make him ratire," says he, "like the rest iv his
parishioners, glory be to God," says he, "into the siclusion iv the
flames iv purgathory," says he, "there's no vartue in my charums," says
he.

'Well, wid that the ould gandher was let into the room agin, an' they
all bigined to talk iv sindin' him the nixt mornin' to be sould for
roastin' in Tipperary, jist as if it was a thing andoubtingly settled.
But divil a notice the gandher tuck, no more nor if they wor spaking iv
the Lord-Liftinant; an' Terence desired the boys to get ready the kish
for the poulthry, an' to "settle it out wid hay soft an' shnug," says
he, "for it's the last jauntin' the poor ould gandher 'ill get in this
world," says he.

'Well, as the night was gettin' late, Terence was growin' mighty
sorrowful an' down-hearted in himself entirely wid the notions iv what
was goin' to happen. An' as soon as the wife an' the crathurs war fairly
in bed, he brought out some illigint potteen, an' himself an' Jer Garvan
sot down to it; an' begorra, the more anasy Terence got, the more he
dhrank, and himself and Jer Garvan finished a quart betune them. It
wasn't an imparial though, an' more's the pity, for them wasn't anvinted
antil short since; but divil a much matther it signifies any longer if
a pint could hould two quarts, let alone what it does, sinst Father
Mathew--the Lord purloin his raverence--begin