uite lost the sense of apprehension when the clouds blackened. He loved horses, but he could not sit on a horse's back without being haunted by the fear that the animal would run away or that he wo

e Henry Irving in Belfast once, an' all the time she kept whisperin' to me, 'Suppose I was to die now, where'd I wake up?' That's a fact, Henry! Your mother was terribly frightened of hell. An' even when she got over that, she was always wonderin' i

ing down into the deep pool, and then he put his hands above his head and, bending forward, dived down into the water so finely that there was hardly any splash. He came up, puffing and blowing, shaking the water from his eyes and hair, and swam up and down the pool, now on his back, now on his side, and then suddenly with a shout he would curl himself up and dive and swim beneath the water, and again come up, red and shiny and puffing and blowing and shouting, "Aw, that's grand! Aw, that's grand!" He could stand on his hands in the water a

uted to Henry, af

h his arms clutched tightly round his

there instead of jumpin' in," his father cal

om the rock. He caught hold of the sea-wee

dive," his father sai

l and clambered out on the other side and wa

Quinn said a second time, as he sat

p it. I try to make myself not feel afraid, but I

think, that's what Shakespeare says, an' he's right, though I've known fat men to think, too, but anyway thin men aren't near the swimmers that fat me

s face when his father said "Coward,

d and touching Henry's bare back. "I didn't mean coward, Henry. I know

he wet sea-weed. He slapped his big, hairy chest with his hands, and then he swung his a

s you are, father!" said Henry, ga

have in my whole body, an' what more do you want! It would be a poor thing if your father hadn't got something

h, and deliberately looking away from his son. He was giving him an oppo

enry!" he asked, w

breath. He moved forward, half shutting his eyes, and poised himself on the edge of the rock, ready for the plunge. Then he put his h

that's right!" Mr. Quin