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he classic tree, beneath which our Hibernian hero may enjoy his _otium cum dignitate_. Barny calculated the American was bound for Ireland, and as she lay _almost_ as directly in the way of his "nor-aist coorse" as the West-Indian brig, he bore up to and spoke her. He was answered by a shrewd Yankee captain. "Faix, an' it's glad I am to see your honor again," said Barny. The Yankee had never been to Ireland, and told Barny so. "O, throth, I couldn't forget a gintleman so aisy as that," said Barny. "You're pretty considerably mistaken now, I guess," said the American. "Divil a taste," said Barny, with inimitable composure and pertinacity. "Well, if you know me so tarnation well, tell me what's my name." The Yankee flattered himself he had nailed Barny now. "Your name, is it?" said Barny, gaining time by repeating the question; "why, what a fool you are not to know your own name." The oddity of the answer posed the American, and Barny took advantage of the diversion in his favor, and changed the conversation. "By dad, I've been waitin' here these four or five days, expectin' some of you would be wantin' me." "Some of us!--How do you mean?" "Sure, an' ar'n't you from Amerikay?" "Yes; and what then?" "Well, I say I was waitin' for some ship or other from Amerikay, that ud be wantin' me. It's to Ireland you're goin'?" "Yes." "Well, I suppose you'll be wantin' a pilot," said Barny. "Yes, when we get in shore, but not yet." "O, I don't want to hurry you," said Barny. "What port are you a pilot of?" "Why, indeed, as for the matther o' that," said Barny, "they're all aiqual to me a'most." "All?" said the American. "Why, I calculate you couldn't pilot a ship into all the ports of Ireland." "Not all at wanst," said Barny, with a laugh, in which the American could not help joining. "Well, I say, what ports do you know best?" "Why, thin, indeed," said Barny, "it would be hard for me to tell; but wherever you want to go, I'm the man that'll do the job for you complate. Where is your honor goin'?" "I won't tell you that,--but do you tell me what ports you know best?" "Why, there's Watherford, and there's Youghal, an' Fingal." "Fingal,--where's that?" "So you don't know where Fingal is. O, I see you're a sthranger, sir,--an' then there's Cork." "You know Cove, then?" "Is it the Cove o' Cork?" "Yes." "I was bred and born there, and pilots as many ships into Cove
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