A VISIT TO BLARNEY CASTLE.
Anon we reached the old castle, for when anything gits to be six hundred years old you can well call it old. Why, I should call Josiah dretful old if he wuz over six hundred years old.
It towers up considerable high—a hundred feet, anyway. Some of its walls are eight or ten feet thick. Al Faizi asked what they had sech thick walls for.
And Martin told him it wuz built so to keep enemies from breakin’ in and killin’ the inhabitants of the castle.
He looked dretful thoughtful, and then he asked what made them big holes in the walls.
Martin said that Cromwell made ’em 200 years ago. Sez Martin, “Cromwell made the land red with blood.”
“Was he not a great religious leader among your people?” said Al Faizi—“a Reformer?”
“Yes.”
“Did he not preach the doctrine of peace, love to your enemies, good will?”
“Yes, of course he did,” sez Martin.