THE MAN FROM SHORROX’
Editor’s note: I realize that many people today will have difficulty with this story, since it is not only told in dialect, but a drunkard’s dialect. But if you stick it out, it’s worth the effort. —John Betancourt
Throth, yer ’ann’rs, I’ll tell ye wid pleasure; though, trooth to tell, it’s only poor wurrk telling the same shtory over an’ over agin. But I niver object to tell it to rale gintlemin, like yer ’ann’rs, what don’t forget that a poor min has a mouth on to him as much as Creeshus himself has.
The place was a market town in Kilkenny—or maybe King’s County or Queen’s County. At all evints, it was wan of them counties what Cromwell—bad cess to him!—gev his name to. An’ the house was called after him that was the Lord Liftinint an’ invinted the polis—God forg
