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Finally available, a high quality book of the original classic edition of Just Irish. It was previously published by other bona fide publishers, and is now, after many years, back in print. This is a new and freshly published edition of thisMoreFinally available, a high quality book of the original classic edition of Just Irish. It was previously published by other bona fide publishers, and is now, after many years, back in print. This is a new and freshly published edition of this culturally important work by Charles Battell Loomis, which is now, at last, again available to you.Get the PDF and EPUB NOW as well. Included in your purchase you have Just Irish in EPUB AND PDF format to read on any tablet, eReader, desktop, laptop or smartphone simultaneous - Get it NOW.Enjoy this classic work today. These selected paragraphs distill the contents and give you a quick look inside Just Irish:Look inside the book:Had there been the least stiffness we should have wished the storm far enough (and indeed all Ireland did wish it, for it turned out to be the most tremendous thunder and hailstorm in a score or more of years), but our new found friends frankly laughed with us at our funny appearance, and we were hurried off to various rooms to change our clothes. ...And then we were taken to the tearoom and in a few minutes I forgot that I was no longer the glass of fashion and the mold of form, for I was made to feel that I was just a friend who had dropped in (or, perhaps, dripped in would be better), and when a couple of hours later we drove home through the soft Irish verdure, doubly green after its rough but invigorating bath, we all felt that Irish hospitality was no mere travelers tale, but a thing that had intensity and not a little emotion in it. ...We were ferried from Fahan in a side-wheel steamer, and soon the painfully neat-looking white houses of Rathmullan lay before us and we disembarked, and carrying our own grips unmolested (a sure sign of an unusual place) we made our way up the stone pier between restless steers who were waiting for us to get out of the way so that they could go to the slaughter house.