Shmall-Pox.

Thames Star, Volume XV, Issue 4863, 11 August 1884, Page 3

Shmall-Pox.

Motew Eye-high, Sunda. Mistheb TSditjtjb,—Begog the athaurties hare me at lasht. I was won ay the ill'fa.tfcl pnsseDgers be the "Wyhorey," an' so tbeT clapped me in quarantine. The diyil-a-mucli have we to complain ay in the matter ay tbrntemint, but sorra's <he - sowllikes'lheinterference wid his liburtay. Ould Aydie, the shkipper ay the bote, is a " broth ay a boy," Faith, he gey yure's throoly alot avconseylation ; ye shud gfe the gorpulent captin, wid tears Towlin' from his .good humored- eyes down bis plump nose, eckshplainin' how it wasn't his fault that Jdowatt got a bad attack ay the maisles, and the docthers in Napier, who wanted to add a few more patients to " iher lishfs, had got the people in a shtale, an' bad risen a shcare. Be the hokey, ay its only fer yaccination, mebbe the'll mate a few pounds be it. It isn't only the parsonal inconyaynience that throubles me though, me frindYogul will be in a shtate until I can confar wid him be tellygraph, as he is wailin till I let him know me impressions ay Auckland chances in case ay a dissolution. The boys an' gerrils an boord are anjoyin thimselrrs wid concerts galore, find shuprame music is frayquintly rendhered. Denoin we ' hard, an' all sorts ay shports; an' rabbit-shootin, oysther gatherin, \«n other illigant divarshuns are as , sm6 frind Oliye'r Im-ell-say, would * remark, " kept shteadily in yiew". Tbe warrice, as they call thim but-ks, where we m^y baye to consail ourselves at night, ore bavin some shtickin plashter put on thim ■o as to keep outdbrafts and prajvint them fallin in pieces, and purhaps be the toime me next ig poshted be me here, I will bo awßy from the place. Wan ay our shaloon passengers, who be the way, has a down an rabbits is now walkin about wid ft shot gun in aich hand and , an oysther knife in the other, while -he is bowJdin on firmly to a fatball an* a tennis bat. Faith I b'lieve he manes

to hare b howly ould toime ay slaughther. Some ar the people an boord are grumblin an growlin like a .pig dhriven to Cork trbin he wants to go to KiDsale, but the philosophprs—meßelf inclooded —remark na locklish thor'll be growlin always, but let us make the besht ay it. More anoDg (furrin) — Yours eonvayliscint, Shaun the Post.