Beside them, secured by a cord which a pikeman has fastened to his own wrist, trots a bare-legged Irish kerne, whose only clothing is his ragged yellow mantle, and the unkempt "glib" of hair, through which his eyes peer out, right and left, in mingled fear and sullenness.

He is the guide of the company, in their hunt after the rebel Baltinglas; and woe to him if he play them false.
"A pleasant country, truly, Captain Raleigh," says the dingy officer to the gay one.

"I wonder how, having once escaped from it to Whitehall, you have the courage to come back and spoil that gay suit with bog-water and mud." "A very pleasant country, my friend Amyas; what you say in jest, I say in earnest." "Hillo! Our tastes have changed places.

I am sick of it already, as you foretold.

Would Heaven that I could hear of some adventure Westward-ho! and find these big bones swinging in a hammock once more.