The ice in the river was thin as Pat started to “feel” his way across.
Every time Pat put down his right foot he muttered reverently “Praise the
Lord,” and as the left foot hit the thin ice, “The devil ain’t such a bad
man.”
At the other side of the river, Pat, with a sigh of relief, turned back
and said “Tuhel with both of yez.”
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