human
The boys are just taking their pleasure themselves this fine Christmas morning, said Kit, who had not moved from the bank on which he had been found sitting.
gpt
Begorra, you'll find 'em all out about the counthry, intirely, Mr. Daly. They're out to make your honour welcome. There is lashings of 'em across in Phil French's woods and all down to Peter Brown's, away at Oranmore. There is not a boy in the barony but what is out to bid yer honour welcome this morning.
human
on that morning had he owned all those rich gifts of eloquence which Mr. O'Meagher possessed. Tom Daly at once saw that there was no need for shooting any culprit, and was thankful. The interruption to the sport of the county had become much more general than he had expected, and it was apparently so organised as to have spread itself over all that portion of County Galway, in which his hounds ran.
gpt
Bedad, Mr. Daly, what Kit says is thrue, said another man whom he did not know.
human
You'll find 'em out everywhere. Why ain't the boys to be having their fun?