"True for you," said Dudden. "Ah, Donald, my boy, it was an ill day
when you borrowed my scales!"
Off they went, with a light step and an easy heart, but when they were
near home, whom should they see but Donald O'Neary, and all around him
the cows were grazing, and the calves were kicking up their heels and
butting their heads together.
"Is it you, Donald?" said Dudden. "Faith, you've been quicker than we
have."
"True for you, Dudden, and let me thank you kindly; the turn was good,
if the will was ill. You'll have heard, like me, that the Brown Lake
leads to the Land of Promise. I always put it down as lies, but it is
just as true as my word. Look at the cattle."
Hudden stared, and Dudden gaped; but they couldn't get over the
cattle; fine, fat cattle they were, too.
"It's only the worst I could bring up with me," said Donald O'Neary;
"the others were so fat, there was no driving them. Faith, too, it's
little wonder they didn't care to leave, with grass as far as you
could see, and as sweet and juicy as fresh butter."
"Ah now, Donald, we haven't always been friends," said Dudden, "but,
as I was just saying, you were ever a decent lad, and you'll show us
the way, won't you?"
"I don't see that I'm called upon to do that; there is a power more
cattle down there.
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