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lbíche. Fheg iorres níl a geallaman. So begor
ablct a thic Phe gcrlliman ina míosín a
gcle (great deal) gon ag handu lillle míci-
macls anonnd Re Rílehea, go he sais lo
bhe fathar - "d’ll hane bó sack Jack." Ne says,
"Mat son a’ touis. Dho he sent ’m foma. Ard
begor he uas ath dhome a lorg bul, ard Mhe
fashar sais do ’im - "yon sugr- ló gul ’ím a
ghol agin, he sais." "Dim dan sune S hoit,"
he say-. "And chat "ill g do al ull uít
hím?" "Óh’ he saip "yon chan rut 'im a
tobbe, and he has ní brade dam nean
leasnaa bebor." "Mhere wíle s meel e
sobhbeo?" he sáid. "Reonon Ó banlag." he
saiis, "and hís seachmart is raosín bhe rubtic
horourtgane eadar dhag, as ag 'on fear a bhaithch
out for lém yon’ ll meat Mhim."
do begor poom bhath ineil a ghortnigts oi
bínee ó wcers bhe Fathan mat níú Redmon
Ósantir an a chol óg sobberd, and begor
he ganc Mham Jack. So legon he maide nó
bargáin híll Redmon. he diant sa ghor(continues on next page)