ABSTRACT
One morning, when Harry Ormond was out shooting, and king Corny, who had recovered tolerably from the gout, was reinstated in his arm-chair in the parlour, listening to father Jos reading ‘The Dublin Evening Post,’ a gossoon, one of the runners of the castle, opened the door, and putting in his curly red head and bare feet, announced, in all haste, that he ‘just seen sir Ulick O’Shane in the boat, crossing the lake for the Black Islands.’
