Presently there was an explosion which demolished the pistol and all our prospects of acquiring the musical treasure at one and the same moment.

Possibly Fortune was kinder to us than we dreamed.

The mouth-organ then remained the sole music machine in all that immense area.

I did not feel equal to the position of organist but Steward boldly took up the study, and practised so faithfully that he became a real virtuoso.
As a boy in New York Jack, though not a Hibernian himself, had associated closely with descendants of the Shamrock Isle, and he could speak with a fine emerald brogue.

A refrain of one of his songs in this line was: "And if the rocks, they don't sthop us, We will cross to Killiloo, whacky-whay!" This sounded our situation exactly, and it became a regular accompaniment to the roaring of the rapids.