down!--by all that's terrible, if you do, I'll annigulate* you! Here's a
dhuragh,** (another half dozen)--long measure, you savage!--the baker's
dozen, you baste!--there's five-an'-twenty to the score, Sampson! and
one or two in' (crack, whack).

* Annihilate--Many of the jawbreakers--and this was one in a
double sense--used by the hedge-schoolmasters, are scattered
among the people, by whom they were so twisted that it would
be extremely difficult to recognize them.

** Dhuragh--An additional portion of anything thrown in from
a spirit of generosity, after the Measure agreed on is
given. When the miller, for instance, receives his toll, the
country-people usually throw in several handfuls of meal as
a Dhuragh.

"'Oh! murther sheery!' shouted the miller. 'Murther-an-age, I'm kilt!
Foul play!--foul play!'

"'You lie, big Nebuchodonosor! it's not--this is all fair play, you
big baste! Fair play, Sampson!--by the same a-token, here's to jog your
memory that it's the Fair day of Knockimdowny! Irish Fair play, you
whale! But I'll whale you' (crack, crack, whack).

"'Oh! oh!' shouted the miller.

"'Oh! oh! is it? Oh, if I had my scissors here till I'd clip your ears
off--wouldn't I be the happy man, any how, you swab, you?' (whack,
whack, crack).

"'Murther! murther! murther!' shouted the miller. 'Is there no help?'

"'Help, is it?--you may say that (crack crack): there's a trifle--a
small taste in the milling style, you know; and here goes to dislodge
a grinder. Did ye ever hear of the tailor on horseback, Sampson? eh?
(whack, whack). Did you ever expect to see a tailor on horseback of
yourself, you baste? (crack). I tell you, if you offer to lie down, I'll
annigulate you out o' the face.'

"Never, indeed, was a miller before or since so well dusted; and, I dare
say, Neal would have rode him long enough, but for an O'Hallaghan, who
had gone into one of the houses to procure a weapon. This man was nearly
as original in his choice of one as the tailor in the position which he
selected for beating the miller. On entering the kitchen, he found
that he had been anticipated: there was neither tongs, poker, nor
churn-staff, nor, in fact, anything wherewith he could assault his
enemies; all had been carried off by others. There was, however, a
goose, in the action of being roasted on a spit at the fire: this
was enough; Honest O'Hallaghan saw nothing but the spit, which he
a