Burke Manuscript

Burke Manuscript: Page 200

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A little anecdote about a most well known character of those days, Mother Craigie. She had been kindly placed by an individual who made somewhat of a noise then, in a lean-to in a paddock, near Tweed House, a beer shop in Cashel St. on the way to the Belt. The old person on this occasion had taken his Donah to the Dog Show, or such like amusement. On returning about ten or eleven, both of course, so so, they could not find the key hole, hang it, not even the door, the window was gone. Why the place was bewitched. Some of the boys, disgusted with the old beast’s doings, had seized the chance and pitched the whole contents of the establishment down the fifteen feet well, and, with good four inch nails boarded up door and windows. He vindictively longed for the blood of Dick Hustler, Lloyd and the other new chums who lived at Tweed House. The real sinner was long Bob Hall, and his mate Vennell or Varrell.