Story to of Dublin eyes. an encounter it was Joe Dylan who introduced the wild west to us. He had a little Library made up of old numbers of the Union Jack plug and the ha'penny Marvel every even after school. We met in his back garden and arranged Indian battles. He and his fat young brother Leo The Idler held the loft of the stable where we tried to carry it by storm or we fought a pitched battle on the grass. But however, well we fought we never once each our battle and all are about ended with Joel Dylan's War dance of Victory. His parents went to eight o'clock mass every morning in Gardner Street and the peaceful older of mrs. Dillon was prevalent in the Hall of the house, but he played two fiercely for us who were younger and more timid. He looked like some kind of an Indian when he came around the garden and old tea cozy on his head beaten at in with his fist and yellin. Yeah. Yeah. Everyone was incredulous when it was reported that he had a vocation for the priesthood nevertheless. It was true. A spirit of unruliness diffused itself Among Us and under its influence differences of culture and Constitution were waived. We banded ourselves together some boldly some ingest and some almost in fear and of the number of these latter The Reluctant Indians who were afraid to seem studious are lacking in robustness. I was warned. The Avengers related in the literature of the Wild West were remote from my nature, but at least they open doors of Escape. I like better some American detective stories which were traversed from time to time by unkempt Fierce and beautiful girls. though there was nothing wrong in these stories and though their intention was sometimes literary there were circulated secretly at school one day when father bought the was here in the four pages of Roman history clumsy, Leo Dillon was discovered with a copy of the ha'penny mother this page of this page this page now Dylan up, Hardly had their day Dawn what day hardly had the day dawned? Have you studied? What are you there in your pocket? Everyone's heart palpitated as Leo Dillon handed up the paper and everyone assumed an innocent face father burglar turned over the pages frowning. What is this rubbish? He said the Apache Chief is this what you're dead instead of studying the Roman history. Did we not find any more of this Richard stuff in this college the man who lost her vegetables were some wretched fellow who writes these things for a drink. I'm surprised the boys like you educated reading such stuff. I could understand it. If you are national school boys now Dylan, I advise you strongly Kappa Joe Walker this rebuke during this whole but I was at school. Paled much of the glory of the Wild West for me and the confused puffy face of Leo Dillon awakened one of my consciences, but when the restraining influence of the school was at a distance, I began to hunger again for while Sensations for the Escape, which those Chronicles of disorder alone seemed to offer me the mimic Warfare of the evening became at last as wearisome to me as the routine of school in the morning because I wanted real Adventures to happen to myself but real Adventures. Reflected do not happen to people who remain at home. They must be sought abroad. The summer holidays were near at hand when I made up my mind to break out of the weariness of school life for one day at least with Leo Dillon and a boy named Manny. I planned a day's Mission each of us saved up Sixpence. We were to meet at 10:00 in the morning on the Canal Bridge man. He's big sister was to write an excuse for him and the old Dylan was to tell his brother to say he was sick. We arranged to go along the wharf rolled until we came to this ships then to cross in the ferry boat and walk out to see the pigeon. Was Leo Dillon was afraid we might be father Buddha or someone else at a college. But Manny asked very sensibly what would father water be doing out at the pigeon house. We were reassured and I brought the fourth stage of the plot to an end by collected six pins from the other two at the same time showing them my own six bits when we were making the last Arrangements on the gave. We were all vaguely excited. We shook hands laughs and and Mahoney said till tomorrow mates. That night I slept badly in the morning. I was the first Comer to the bridge as I lived nearest I hid my walks in the long grass near the ash pit at the end of the garden where nobody ever came and hurried along the Canal bank. It was a mild Sunny morning in the first week of June. I sat upon the Copan of the bridge admiring my frail canvas shoes, which I had diligently pipe cleared overnight and watching the dose. I'll horses pulling a tram load of business people up the hill. All the branches of the tall trees which line the malware gay with little light green leaves and the sunlight slanted thrilled them onto the water. The granite Stone of the bridge was beginning to be worn and I began to patted with my hands in time to an error in my head. I was very happy. When I had been sitting there for five or ten minutes, I saw all my homies Gracie would approach him. He came up the hill smiling and clambered up beside me on the bridge while we were waiting. He brought out a catapult which bodes from his in our pocket and explain some improvements which he had made and it I asked him where he had brought it and he told me he had brought her to have some gas with the boards. My knee youth slang freely and spoke of Father bought her as old bones. Are we waited on for a quarter of an hour more? But still there was no sign of Leo Dillon Manny at last jump down and said come along or new fatty at foger and his Sixpence I said, that's fourth. It said my honey and some was the better for us above and the Tanner instead of a bob. We walked along the north Strand Road who became to the vitriol works? And then turn to the right along the Wharf Road Manny began to play the Indian as soon as we were able to public site. He chased the crowd of ragged girls brandishing his loaded catapult and went to ragged boys began out of chivalry to fling stones at us. He proposed that we should charge the I objected that the boys were too small and so we walked on the Ragged troops screaming after us Swaddlers Swaddlers thinking that we were Protestants because my honey who was dark complexioned boy. the silver Badge of a Cricket Club in his cap When we came to the smoothin iron, we arranged a Siege but it was a failure because your most have at least Trey we're avenge ourselves on Leo Dillon by saying what a funky was. I'm guessing how many he would get a tree o'clock for mr. Ryan. We came there near the river. We spent a long time walking about the noisy streets flanked by high stone walls watching The Walking of cranes and engines and often being shouted at Ferrari Mobility by the drivers of grown and carrots. It was noon when we reach the keys as all the de Burgh seem to be eating their lunches. We bought two big couldn't bonds and sat down to eat them until metal pipe and beside the river. We please ourselves with the spectacle of Dublin's Commerce the barges signal from Far Away by the corals of woolly smoke the brown fishing fleet beyond ringsend the big white sale and vessel, which was being discharged on the opposite key. Manny said it would be right skittering away to Sea on one of those big ships. And even I looking at the high masts saw or imagined the geography which had been scantily dose to me at school gradually taken substance under my eyes school and home seemed to recede from us and their influences Upon Us seem to Wayne. We cross the lithium a ferry boat paying are told to be transported in the company of Two labourers and a little Jew with a bag. We were serious to the point of solemnity but once during the short Voyage our eyes met and we laughed when we landed we watch the discharging of the graceful tree master, which we had observed from the other key some bystander said that she was a Norwegian vessel. I went to the Starin and try to decipher the legend upon it but failure to do so, I came back and examined the foreign Sailors to see it any of them green eyes for I had some confused notion. The Senators eyes were blue and gray and even black the only sailor whose eyes could have been called Green was a tall man who amused the crowd under Key by calling out cheerfully every time the planks fell now light hard light. When we were tired of this site, we wandered slowly into rings end the day had grown Sultry and in the windows of the growth of shops musty biscuits label each and we bought some biscuits and chocolate which we ate sedulously as we wander through the squalid streets where the families of the fish on air live. We could find no Dairy. And so we went into a huckster shop and bought a bottle of raspberry lemonade each refreshed by this man. He chased the cat down a lane, but the cat escaped into a wide field we both felt rather tired and when we reach the field, we made it once for a slope and bank over the ridge of which we could see the data. It was too late and we were too tired to carry out our project of visiting the pigeon house. We had to be home before four o'clock. Lester Adventure should be discovered Mahoney looked regretfully at his catapult and I had to suggest Going Home by train before he regained any cheerfulness the sunlight in behind some clouds and left us to our Jada Tarts and the Clones of our Provisions. There was nobody but ourselves in the field. When you're lying on the bank for some time without speaking, I saw a man approaching from the far end of the field. I watched him lazily as I chewed one of those green stems on which Girls Tell fortunes. He came along but the bank's slowly he walked with one hand upon his hip and in the other hand he held a stick with which he tapped the tour of lightly he was shabbily dressed in a suit of greenish black and wore what we used to call a Jerry Hat with a high crown. He seemed to be fairly old for his moustache was Ashen gray when he passed it our feet he glanced upward as quickly and then continued his way. We followed him with her eyes and saw that when he had gone on for Babs 50 Paces. He turned about and began to retrace his steps. He walked towards us very slowly always tap on the ground with his stick. So slowly that I'd heard he was looking for something in the grass. He stopped when he came level with us and bade is good day. We answered him and he sat down beside his on the slope slowly and with great care. He began to talk of the weather saying that it would be a very hot summer and adding that the seasons had changed greatly since he was a boy a long time ago. He said that the happiest time of one's life was undoubtedly once cooled by days and that he would give anything to be young again while the express these sentiments which borders the little He kept silent then he began to talk of school and of books. He asked us whether we had read The Poetry of Thomas More other works of Sir Walter Scott and Lord Lytton. I pretended that he had read every book you mentioned. So that in the end. He said, ah, I can see you would have Bookworm like myself now he had appointed to Manny who was regarding us with open eyes. He is different he goes in for games. He said he had also Walter Scott's works and all Lord lytton's works at home and never tired of reading them. Of course. He said there was some a lord lytton's Works which boys couldn't read. Manny asked why boys couldn't read them a question, which I did hated and pained me because I was afraid the man would think I was a stupid as Mahoney the man however only smiled I saw that he had great gaps in his mouth between his yellow teeth. Then he asked us which of us had the most sweet hats Manny mentioned likely that he had treat heart. He's the man asked me how many had I my answer that? I had known he did not believe me and said he was sure I must have one I was silent. Tell us said my honey parity to the man. How many have you yourself man? Smiled as before and said that when he was outraged he had lots of sweethearts. Everybody he said has a little sweetheart. His attitude on this point struck me a strangely liberal in a man of his age in my heart. I told that what he said about boys and sweetheart was reasonable but it is like the words in his mouth and I wondered why he shivered once or twice as if he feared something I felt the sudden chair as he proceeded. I noticed that his accent was good. He began to speak to us about girls say and what nice soft hair they had and how soft our hands where and how all girls were not. Good as they seem to be if only one you there was nothing he liked he said so much as looking at a nice young girl. I don't know it's white hands and her beautiful soft hair. They gave me the impression that he was repeating something which he had learned by heart or that magnetized by some words of his own speech. His mind was slowly circling round and round in the same orbit at times. He spoke as if he were simply alluding to some fact that everybody knew and I times he lowered his voice and spoke. Mr. Seriously as if he were telling us something secret which he did not wish others to over here. He repeated his phrases over and over again very in the men surrounding them with his monotonous voice. I continued to gaze towards the foot of the slope listening to him after a long while his monologue paused. He stood up slowly saying that he had to leave us for a minute or so a few minutes and without changing the direction of my gaze. I saw him walking slowly away from us towards the near end of the field. We remain silent when he had gone after a Silence of a few minutes. So I heard Manny exclaim O'Shea. Look what he's doing. As I neither answered not raise my eyes Maja me exclaimed again. I say he's a queer old Joseph. In case he asks us for our names I said that you be more for you know B Smith. We said nothing further to each other. I was still considering whether I would go away or not when the man came back and sat down beside us again. Hardly had he sat down when my honey catching sight of the cat which had escaped him sprang up and pursued her across the field the man and I watched the chase the cat escaped once more and Manny began to throw stones at the world. She had escalated resistant from this. He began to wonder about the far end of the field aimlessly. After an interval the man spoke to me. He said that my friend was a very rough boy and asked did he get whipped off and it's cool where we going to reply indignantly that we were not national school boys to be whipped as he called it, but he remained silent he had to speak on the subject of chastise and boys his mind as if magnetized Again by his speech seemed to Circle slowly round and round, it's NewsCenter. He said that one boys were that kind they are to Whipped and well whipped when a boy was willful unruly there was nothing would do many goat but a gold sound weapon and slap on the hand or a box on the ear was no good, but he wanted was to get annoyed wrong with him. I was surprised that this sentiment and involuntarily glanced over his face as I did. So I met the Gaze of a pair of bottle green eyes peering at me from under a-twitchin forehead, but when we always away again, The man continued his monologue he seemed to have forgotten his recent liberalism. He said that if ever he found a boy talking to girls are having a girlfriend sweetheart, he would flip him and with him and that would teach him not to be talking to girls and if a boy had a girl for a sweetheart and told lies about it, then he would give him such a weapon as no boy ever gotten this world. He said that there was nothing in this world he would like so well as that He described to me how he would whip such a boy as if he will unfold and some elaborate mystery. He would love that. He said better than anything in this world and his voice as he led me monotonous leap through the mystery grew almost affectionate and seem to plead with me that I should understand them. I waited till his monologue paused again. Then I stood up abruptly lest. I should be trained my agitation or delayed a few moments pretending to fix my shoe properly and then saying that I was obliged to go add a damn good day. I went up to slope calmly but my heart was beatin quickly with fear that he would seize me by the ankles when I reached the top of the slope I turned round and without looking at him called loudly across the field morphy. My wife had an accident forced bravery in it. And it was ashamed of my paltry strategy of I had to call the name again before him and he saw me and hallooed and answer how my heart beat as he came running across the field to me. He ran as if to bring me Aid and I was penitent for in my heart. I had always despised him a little end of story to an encounter
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