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Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: II MRS M'KIBBIN The day after the conversation I have given, I drove with my uncle to an outdispensary some four miles from Jiggle- street. The journey, however, was not there and back; a number of visits to patients made it one of sixteen miles. My uncle's servant, who used his whip and tongue as he liked, was an old friend. Pat M'Coy rhymed himself a droll boy, but the drollery was like a champagne unloved by ladies?dry, austere, suggestive of crab juice. He always called my uncle Colonel, and received the title of Sergeant in return. My uncle never gave me an account of his experiences in America during, and previous to, the Civil War, but I knew that M'Coy's connection with him dated from childhood, and that the latter had saved his life in some skirmish in Missouri. As a thing not to be kept a secret, my uncle told this and, moreover, that it was M'Coy who had induced him to cut the infernal nonsense, as he called the military service of the Confederate States. Farther than this he never went, except to say that if he wrote his personal history it would be under the title, Memoirs of an Idiot. M'Coy was always impenetrable as to details, but still, with his help, I read this to mean that his master had placed intelligence, courage and daring at the service of what, in the end, he felt was a bad cause. Yes, M'Coy was impenetrable for a rather talkative man; the only fact of historical interest he was free with was that, when the M'Coys he belonged to got located in Georgia, with Indians to talk to, the Misses M'Coy learned to give an answer without giving any information, and set the example in the use of speech to their male connections. It was a favourite position with him, possibly through his experience of war, and on this occasion he pressed on me to tell t...

The Green Republic, a novel first published in 1902, actually describes real characters and events at the turn of the century in Poyntzpass, Co. Armagh. O'Gara's fictional town of Jigglestreet in South Tyrone accurately represents the real Poyntzpass where O'Gara, under his real name - William Robert MacDermott (1839-1918) - worked as a dispensary doctor. The 'novel' is both a sophisticated sociological study of rural Ulster Protestants and a political argument for instituting joint stock company management of Irish agriculture. For MacDermott, the 'Green Republic' was an ironic title used not to describe Irish nationalism but to express his fears about the rise of the new force in agriculture - the former tenant farmers who were gaining title to their land. MacDermott believed that as long as irresponsible power remained in the hands of the old landlords or the new owner/occupiers, Irish agriculture would never operate to maximise production for the common good. The introduction is written by Edward A. Hagan.