Wall, the next day Martin said he “wanted to go to Blarney Castle for several reasons.”
He didn’t say what they wuz, but I spoze one of ’em wuz that old reason of hisen about wantin’ to do what other folks did. And then, mebby, he wanted to try to palaver better than he had palavered. Tenny rate, we all set out for the castle next mornin’ after breakfast.
We went in what they call a “jauntin’ car.” The passengers sot back to back, but as my Josiah wuz placed by my side I did not mind it.
We went in what they call a “jauntin’ car.”
On one side sot we two, and Al Faizi, on the other Martin and his children.
Wall, the view wuz enchantin’ beyend description. The road wuz as smooth and level as smooth glass, bordered by hedges full of pure white and other colored poseys, a-fillin’ the air full of perfume, and the cottages and every old tower and ruin wuz covered with the glossy green of the ivy.
It wuz a fair seen—a fair seen!
Nater duz her best in Ireland, anyway. She seems to delight to cover the meanest things—old straw-thatched cabins, and stuns, and everything—with a robe of the richest, brightest green; mebby she wants to kinder make up to the Irish for what they hain’t got, Jestice and comfort and sech, and mebby, agin, it is the moist climate.