'What d' ye wan't' know about thim?'
'Everything,' I said. 'They ve just given me a job on the New York
Tribune,' I added proudly.
He smiled good-naturedly. He had looked through me at a glance.
'Just say "Tribune",' he said. 'Ye don't have t' say "New York
Tribune" here. Come along wi' me.'
He took me to a dozen or more of the dock masters.
'Give 'im a lift, my hearty,' he said to the first of them. 'He's a
green.'
I have never forgotten the kindness of that Irishman, whom I came
to know well in good time. Remembering that day and others I
always greeted him with a hearty 'God bless the Irish!' every time I
passed him, and he would answer, 'Amen, an' save yer riverince.'
He did not leave me until I was on my way home loaded with fact
and fable and good dialect with a savour of the sea in it.
Hope and Uncle Eb were sitting together in his room when I
returned.
'Guess I've got a job,' I said, trying to be very cool about it..
'A job! said Hope eagerly, as she rose. 'Where?
'With Mr Horace Greeley,' I answered, my voice betraying my
excitement.
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