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He buttoned the top button of the coat

"I'ht," ht," replied Mr Button, "or Billy Winker will be dridgin' sand in them

`Shoheen, shoheen, shoheen, shoheen, Sho-hu-lo, sho-hu-lo

Shoheen, shoheen, shoheen, shoheen, Hush a by the babby O'"

It was the tag of an old nursery folk-song they sing in the hovels of the Achill coast fixed in hiswith the rain and the wind and the s and the knickety-knock of a rocking cradle

"She's off," murmured Mr Button to hiently down beside Dick He shifted forward,like a crab Then he put his hand to his pocket for his pipe and tobacco and tinder box They were in his coat pocket, but Emmeline was in his coat To search for theht was now adding itself to the blindness of the fog The oarsman could not see even the thole pins He sat adrift mind and body He was, to use his own expression, "moithered" Haunted by the mist, tormented by "shapes"

It was just in a fog like this that the Merrows could be heard disporting in Dunbeg bay, and off the Achill coast Sporting and laughing, and hallooing through the mist, to lead unfortunate fisherreen hair and teeth, fishes' tails and fins for ar in the water around you like salmon, and you alone in a s on board, is enough to turn athe children to keep hiain, and rowed "by the feel of the water" The creak of the oars was like a coain, forgetful of the sleeping children, he gave a halloo, and paused to listen But no answer ca, steady, laborious strokes, each taking him further and further froain