For a moment I was in confusion. I tried to speak to them, but I could not make myself heard; so I sat down on the slip and drew out my wallet of photographs. In an instant I had the whole band clambering round me, in their ordinary mood.
When the curaghs came back—one of them towing a large kitchen table that stood itself up on the waves and then turned somersaults in an extraordinary manner—word went round that the ceannuighe (pedlar) was arriving.
He opened his wares on the slip as soon as he landed, and sold a quantity of cheap knives and jewellery to the girls and younger women. He spoke no Irish, and the bargaining gave immense amusement to the crowd that collected round him.
I was surprised to notice that several women who professed to know no English could make themselves understood without difficulty when it pleased them.
'The rings is too dear at you, sir,' said one girl, using the Gaelic construction; 'let you put less money on them, and all the girls will be buying.'
After the jewellery he displayed some cheap religious pictures—abominable oleographs—but I did not see many buyers.
I am told that most of the pedlars who come
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