I'm afraid they came to blows over it. As for me, I left the picturesque Claddagh and saw it no more.
It was that same morning that I had seen the entire population lining one of the narrowest streets in that part of Galway, and there I got shot after shot of the picturesque groups.
I asked what they were waiting for, and one of the mackerel selling and barefooted Velasquez women told me that an American circus was coming.
I felt it was worth waiting to see an American circus in Galway.
The circus was called "Buff Bill's Wild West Show." Not Buffalo Bill, mind you, but Buff Bill.
For a long time I waited and at last my patience was rewarded.
I knew just what it would be. There would be fifty or sixty cowboys on their broncos, a bevy of female sharpshooters, and the Deadwood stage; and for the circus part of it an elephant or two and the $10,000 beauty, followed up by dens of wild beasts and representatives of all the countries of the world.
At last music was heard. The band was approaching. Around a bend in the street came the usual crowd of small boys and girls running ahead.
Then came a yellow wagon, with a cowboy band discoursing the latest New York favorite.
