“Faith, it’s no region for a Christian soul, Tom Tool. Where is it at all?”
“High it may be, low it may be, it may be here, it may be there.”
“What could the like of a sheep do? A sheep!”
“A devouring savage creature it is there, the most hard to come at, the most difficult to conquer, with the teeth of a lion and a tiger, the strength of a bear and a half, the deceit of two foxes, the run of a deer, the...”
“Is it heaven you call it! I’d not look twice at a place the like of that.”
“No, you would not, no.”
“Ah, but wait now,” said Kilsheelan, “wait till the day of Judgment.”
“Well, I will not wait then,” said Tom Tool sternly. “When the sinners of the world are called to their judgment, scatter they will all over the face of the earth, running like hares till they come to the sea, and there they will perish.”
“Ah, the love of God on the world!”
They went raking and raking, till they came to a great stiff hump of it that rolled over, and they could see sticking from the end of it two boots.