Naughton Booksellers Home
    Home   Browse By Category Shopping Cart Checkout Login
     

Quick Search

Author
Title
Description
Keyword
Advanced Search
 
Navigation
Home
Shopping Cart
Checkout
Browse By Category
Offline Search Service
About Us
Contact Us
Store Policies
Privacy Policy
 

The night before the fights the steel spurs were tied on him to see how he would look in the pit. 'Ah, Jimmy, if you could see him' said my father to the blind man. 'He's the picture of health'. The blind man fingered his beard and putting a hand in his pocket, took out a few pound notes and spat on them for luck. 'Put that on him to-morrow. There's not another cock this side of the Bann nor in all County Derry that could touch him.'

 
 

 
 
 1.  McLAVERTY, MICHAEL,  The Game Cock and other stories.

NY: Devin-Adair, 1947. 1st edition. 8vo, cloth, 192 pages, with illustrations by Sister Irena Uptegrove. Ink note on title page; otherwise very good in worn dustwrapper. *Born in Co. Monaghan. (Price in EURO = 25.40)
Price: 27.00 USD
Add to
Shopping Cart
 
 
From the short story The Game Cock in The Game Cock and other stories:

The men came nearly every night and talked about the cock fights to be held near Toome at Easter. They made plans for Dick's training and arranged how he was to be fed.

About a fortnight before the fights my father got a long box and nailed loose sacking over the front to keep it in darkness. Dick was put into this and his feathers and tail were clipped... Every morning we took him from his dark box and gave him a few runs up and down the yard. Johnny Moore had made a red flannel bag stuffed with straw, and Dick sparred at this daily, and when he had finished my father would lift him in his arms, stroke him gently, and sponge the feet and head. Day by day the cock grew peevish, and once when he nebbed at me I gave him a clout that brought my father running to the yard.

The night before the fights the steel spurs were tied on him to see how he would look in the pit. 'Ah, Jimmy, if you could see him' said my father to the blind man. 'He's the picture of health'. The blind man fingered his beard and putting a hand in his pocket, took out a few pound notes and spat on them for luck. 'Put that on him to-morrow. There's not another cock this side of the Bann nor in all County Derry that could touch him.' Even Johnny Moore risked a few shillings and the next morning before five o'clock my father wakened me to go to Toome.

© Devin-Adair Publishers


Home  | About Us  | Contact Us  | Store Policies  | Privacy Policy

Questions, comments, or suggestions
Please write to info@NaughtonsBooks.com

Copyright©2003. All Rights Reserved.