tole n / tole pin and ! tall-pin

tole pin n not over loud.) as he and his companion laughed at the expedi- tion. "Can't you put your fut on it?" called Croonan. "Put yer big fut over the hole!" "Sure, can I put my fut down on the summit o' the say? Do ye think is my leg long enough?" inquired...

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Summary:tole pin n not over loud.) as he and his companion laughed at the expedi- tion. "Can't you put your fut on it?" called Croonan. "Put yer big fut over the hole!" "Sure, can I put my fut down on the summit o' the say? Do ye think is my leg long enough?" inquired the constable. "Do ye now? An' that's what I'd have to do, to keep it all out." "Clap a _tole-pin_ in, then, can't ye? See, that's wan that ye're rowing against," cried the fisherman. "Indade, thin, and it's against my will that I'm rowin', just; and how will I find the hole, more nor the hole iv the ocean, supposin' I could start the _tall-pin,_ itself?" "What'll we do at ahl, thin?" said Croonan, again. "sure, we'll have to put back and stop it." The constable, mean time, in his effort at the _thole-pin,_ had jerked himself backward into a wet seat, with a splash. "There's wan o' them's taken good advice, anny way," said Mr.Duggan, laughing. The constable rose up from his misadventure, and assented to Croonan's proposal. "Well, thin, I've nothin' to say again goin back, for it's goin' to the botthom, y'are, kapin' on this way, just, an' indade, I think there's small good in that, anny way, towards bein' on dry land, and only washin' yer phiz now and agen, when ye'd be the betther iv it." Ladford kept silently on, in the bright moonlight, without a word or sound, except of the steady working of his oar, and sight and sound of him grew farther and fainter. "Quick, thin! an' we'll get some sorrt iv a plug, in a jiffy," said Croonan, and they soon finished their short return voyage to the point of departure. "I think ye may cut up yer constable's stick," suggested Mr. Duggan, "an' make a plug off it." Here, however, they staid; for there was no stick of any sort nearer than one of the little fir-trees, and it was some time before one of these could be got at; and then neither man had a knife in his pocket that would cut very readily; and it was a long time, in the dark, before they could do any thing; and at length they gave it up. "Will, thin," said ...