Matters were explained, and he apologized.
"Why didn't ye say ye wouldn't shoot? How would I know ye didn't have dynamite in yer box? Av its only the picthure av me mug you want, take it an' welkim. I'm no pig to be wantin' to kape a threasure hid from the wurruld."
In departing I explained to the group that I would present each one with a copy of his picture if their addresses were furnished, and a Babel of words followed me.
"Ah don't want a picture a. Ah want a dolla!"
"Sare, I am comble de l'honneur. I zank you, sare!"
"I'm vara muckle ableeged till ye. I'll tak' a dozen on the same tairms."
"Ov I don'd send you dot address, never mind; you send me dot bicture, ennyhow!"
"Faith! Amerika's a darlin' counthry! The best word I got at home was, Leve the way, ye vagabone! Here it is, Misther O'Ryan, will it plaze ye have yer picther taken, an' where'll we send it for ye?"
Philip Douglass.