They say his father was a pig-driver in Waterford.

That's why he has bought a place on this side of the county.

But people have been rather shy of them; because, though he could buy three-fourths of them up, his money smells of pork.

Still, as the election is coming on, they have relaxed a bit.
He's got the militia band, and there will be lashings of everything; and his girls are nice girls, whether their father sold pork or not.
And it would be nothing short of cruel if we, the representatives of his majesty's army, did not put in an appearance; especially as we have doubtless eaten many a barrel of his salt pork at sea.

So put on your number one coatee and let's be off." With a sign Ralph rose to carry out his orders, and he would have been still more reluctant to go had he observed the sly wink that passed between his captain and lieutenant.
"He is quite refreshing, that boy," O'Connor said as the door closed behind Ralph.