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beer lie holds the pail far down from the spigot so thare'll be more
bubbles nor liquor.”
“ YeVe wrong, father; that's riot fvvhat the buke says.”
“ Arrah, to blazes wid the buke, bV ! Didn’t I see it wid me two

eyes, an1 wouldn’t a mail believe his eye:? afore an ould buke? Eyes
is better nor bukes, me lad. Didn’t T see Jack hold in' the pail close up
to the spigot an’ thare’ll be afoine pint fur 8 cints an1 diviKs the bubble
Ve'd sec. Arrah, don't be talkin'! When I know a thing 1 know it,
sonny, an1 small fear but fwhat I'll spake me moind. Tell us fvvhat
the bukc says, just for divarshun."
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Mike.
“ A n ' fwhat’s t h a t ? J>
“ It is a change,” said Miekcy, “ effected in the elements of a body
made of car-bon, hydro-gin, an1 oxy-gin.JJ
"T h at must be Frinch ye’re read in1, Mickey,” said his father.
“ Thare’s ne’er a wan o' thim things in beer. Foix, oxy-gin an’ hydro-
gin is new kinds intoirely. I heerd tell o' Old Tom gin an’ London
Dock gin, an’ tasted thim, too, fur that matther, but divil's the word
did I iver hear o’ thim other kinds. Begorra, yer ould buke is no
good, Mickey. Beer is made from rnalt an’ hops, an’ divil a pinch o'
firmintation or oxy-gin or hydro-gin is thare in it at all, at all=

L ’arnin' is maltin' ye looney, me b’y .”
“ Father, yer wrong. Thim things T spoke of is gas. They’re
pizen. A n1 th are's another kind o’ gas in beer, too. It’s called car­
bonic acid gas. It’s that pizen that a little of it'll kill ye deader nor a
salt mackerel. In the island o’ Javy is a v;-.uiey, where thare’s that
much carbonic acid gas that the grass is kilt, an1 ne’er a dog, or a cat,
or anything can live thare. I f ye throw a dog in the valley he'll be
dead in fourteen seconds, ail’ whin the birds fly over the valley they
drop down dead into it. It is called the pizen valley, an' the stuff in
that valley is in beer, an’ gives it that pleasant taste on yer tongue that
makes ye smack yer lips whin ye’re drinkin1 il.JJ
The next morning Mr. Finn went down to the village to undergo an