[14] May it never come out of his body!

"Amen, I pray God! Paddy. Out of Lord Shandon's cow? near the steeple,
I suppose; the great cow that couldn't walk with tallow. By ----,
these are fine tripes. They'll make a man very strong. Andy, give me
two or three _libbhers_ more of 'em."

"Well, see that! out of Lord Shandon's cow: I wonder what they gave
her, Paddy. That I mightn't!--but these would eat a pit of potatoes.
Any how, they're good for the teeth. Paddy, what's the reason they
send all the good mate from Cork to the Blacks?"

But before Paddy could answer this question, Andy, who had been
endeavouring to help Tim, uttered a loud "_Thonom an dhiaoul!_ what's
this? Isn't this flannel?" The fact was, he had found a piece of
the lining, which Paddy, in his hurry, had not removed; and all was
confusion. Every eye was turned to Paddy; but with wonderful quickness
he said "'Tis the book tripe, _agragal_, don't you see?"--and actually
persuaded them to it.

"Well, any how," says Tim, "it had the taste of wool."

"May this choke me," says Jack Shea, "if I didn't think that 'twas a
piece of a leather breeches when I saw Andy _chawing_ it."

This was a shot between wind and water to Paddy. His self-possession
was nearly altogether lost, and he could do no more than turn it off
by a faint laugh. But it jarred most unpleasantly on Andy's nerves.
After looking at Paddy for some time with a very ominous look, he