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MAKING up the fire in the pale light of dawn on the following day, Red O'Shaughnessy looked back over the wide and tree-covered levels beyond the river of the coastal country they were about to leave behind.
"Glory be to God!" he said aloud to himself--"Tisn't much of a dinse poppylation we're a-gettin' out of, but 'tis crowds an multichoods to what's ahead of us. 'Tis th' loneliest job ye've iver been on, Ned me boyo, an' 'tis like to be a dam' sight lonelier. Howiver, 'tis arl in th' day's worruk, an' who are ye, ye pore gaol-bird, for to be argifyin' about it? Anyway, it may bring ye freedom, so hold y'r whisht!"