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Edinburgh H • L- 88074- > NOTE The following stories appeared originally in the pages of the Badminton Magazine, and are now reprinted by the courtesy of the Editor. t, ««a^!jiia»^''**;i^* I ! Hi CONTENTS CHAP. 1. GREAT-UNCLE McCARTHY II. IN THE CURRANHILTY COUNTRY . III. TRINKET'S COLT .... IV. THE WATERS OF STRIFE . V. LISHEEN RACES, SECOND-HAND VI. PHILIPPA'S FOX-HUNT VII. A MISDEAL . " • • . VIII. THE HOLY ISLAND IX. THE POLICY OF THE CLOSED DOOR X. THE HOUSE OF FAHY • t , XI. OCCASIONAL LICENSES XII. •« OH LOVE I OH FIRE ! " PAGE I *7 SO 73 97 "3 »Si 179 206 230 256 x8i viU r SOME EXPERIENCES OF AN IRISH R.M. I GREAT-UNCLE McCARTHY A RESIDENT Magistracy in Ireland is not an easy thing to come by nowadays ; neither is It a very attractive job ; yet on the evening when I first propounded the idea to the young lady who had recently consented to become Mrs. Sinclair Yeates, it seemed glittering with possibilities. There was' on that occasion, a sunset, and a string band play- ing "The Gondoliers," and there was also an in- genuous belief in the omnipotence of a godfather of Philippa's— (Philippa was the young lady)— who had once been a member of the Government. I was then climbing the steep ascent of the Cap- tains towards my Majority. I have no fault to find with Philippa's godfather; he did all and more than even Philippa had expected ; nevertheless, I had attained to the dignity of mud major, and had spent a good deal on postage stamps, and on rail- A 'S^e*':^^*^*!*!-!!^;^*.. \.' ^ r 2 Some Experiences of an Irish %M, way fares to interview people of influence, before I found myself in the hotel at Skebawn, opening long envelopes addressed to " Major Yeates, R.M." My most immediate concern, as any one who has spent nine weeks at Mrs. Raverty's hotel will readily believe, was to leave it at the earliest opportunity ; but in those nine weeks I had learned, amongst other pamful things, a little, a very little, of the methods of the artisan in the West of Ireland. Fmdmg a house had been easy enough. I had had my choice of several, each with some hun- dreds of acres of shooting, thoroughly poached, and a considerable portion of the roof intact. I had selected one ; the one that had the largest extent of roof m proportion to the shooting, and had been assured by my landlord that in a fortnight or so it would be fit for occupation. "There's a few little odd things to be done," he said easily; "a lick cf paint here and there, and a slap of plaster " I am short-sighted ; I am also of Irish extraction : both facts that make for toleration — but even I thought he was understating the case. So did the contractor. At the end of three weeks the latter reported progress, which mainly consisted of the facts that the plumber had accused the carpenter of stealing sixteen feet of his inch-pipe to run a bell wire through, and that the carpenter had replied that he wished the divil might run the plumber through a wran's quill. The plumber having reflected upon the carpenter's parentage, the work of renovation i &lli*!fri^?^ * , * . . f Great-Uncle McCarthy had merged in battle, and at the next Petty Ses- sions I was reluctantly compelled to allot to each combatant seven days, without the option of a fine These and kindred difficulties extended in an unbroken chain through the summer months, until a certam wet and windy day in October, when with my baggage, I drove over to establish myself at Shreelane. It was a tall, ugly house of three storeys high, its walls faced with weather-beaten slates Its windows staring, narrow, and vacant. Round the house ran an area, in which grew some laurustinus and holly bushes among ash heaps, and nettles, and broken bottles. I stood on the steps, waiting for the door to be opened, while the rain sluiced upon me from a broken eaveshoot that had amongst many other things, escaped the notice of my landlord. I thought of Philippa, and of her plan, broached in to-day's letter, of having the hall done up as a sitting-room. The door opened, and revealed the hall. It struck me that I had perhaps overestimated its possibilities. Among them I had certainly not in- cluded a flagged floor, sweating -ith damp, and a reek of cabbage from the adjacent kitchen stairs. A large elderly woman, with a red face, and a cap worn helmet-wise on Lct forehead, swept me a magnificent curtsey as I crossed the threshold Your honour's welcome " she began and hen every door in the house slammed in obedience to the gust that drove through it. With something that sounded like - Mend ye for a back door ! " Mrs ^.adogan abandoned her opening speech and made "mmmmmmMm.t' I'" (.i. 4 Some Experiences of an Irish %M, for the kitchen stairs. (Improbable as it may appear, my housekeeper was called Cadogan, a name made locally possible by being pronounced Caydogawn.) Only those who have been through a similar I STOOD ON THE STEPS, WAITING FOR THE DOOR TO BE OPENED experience can know what manner of afternoon I spent. I am a martyr to colds in the head, and I felt one coming on. I made a laager in front of the dmmg-room fire, with a tattered leather screen mmmm^m' %M. lay appear, lame made ^dogawn.) a similar Great-Uncle McCarthy )R rnoon I \, and I front of screen I and the dinner table, and gradually, with cigarettes and strong tea, baffled the smell of must and cats, and fervently trusted that the rain might avert a threatened visit from my landlord. I was then but superficially acquainted with Mr. Florence McCarthy Knox and his habits. At about 4.30, when the room had warmed up, and my cold was yielding to treatment, Mrs! Cadogan entered and informed me that "Mr. Flurry " was in the yard, and would be thankful if I'd go out to him, for he couldn't come in. Many are the privileges of the female sex ; had I been a woman I should unhesitatingly have said that I had a cold in my head. Being a man, I huddled on a mackmtosh, and went out into the yard. My landlord was there on horseback, and with him there was a man standing at the head of a stout grey animal. I recognised with despair that I was about to be compelled to buy a horse. " Good afternoon, Major," said Mr. Knox in his slow, smg-song brogue ; " it's rather soon to be paymg you a visit, but I thought you might be in a hurry to see the horse I was telling you of." I could have laughed. As if I were ever in a hurry to see a horse ! I thanked him, and suggested that it was rather wet for horse-dealing. " Oh, it's nothing when you're used to it," replied Mr. Knox. His gloveless hands were red and wet the rain ran down his nose, and his covert coat was soaked to a sodden brown. I thought that I did not want to become used to it. My relations with horses have been of a purely military character. •■■■*%* *S«i«'.. Jh 6 Some Experiences of an Irish %M. I have endured the Sandhurst ridins-school I have galloped for an impetuous general I hi been steward at regimental races, but none of thele feats have altered my opinion that the horse, as a means of locomotion, is obsolete. Nevertheless, the man who accepts a resident magistracy in the so'uth! west of Ireland voluntarily retires into the prehis- tone age; to institute a stable became inevitable You ought to throw a leg over him," said M Knox, "and you're welcome to take him over a^fence_ or two if you like. He's a nice flippant nof ^ZJ.°f^^ unexactmg eye the grey horse did not seem to promise flippancy, nor did I at -all desire to find that quality in hiri'. I explained tha I wanted something to drive, and not to ride. Well, that s a fine raking horse in harness," said Mr. Knox, looking at me with his serious grey eyes "and you'd drive him with a sop of hay in h,s mouth Bring him up here, Michael." Michael abandoned his efforts to kick the grey horses forelegs into a becoming position, and led nim up to me. I regarded him from under my umbrella with a quite unreasonable disfavour. He had the dreadful beauty of a horse in a toy-shop, as chubby as wooden, and as conscientiously dappled, but it was unreasonable to urge this as an objection, and I was mcapable of finding anymore technical draw- Dack. Yieldmg to circumstance. I ''threw my lee" over the brute, and after pacing gravely round the quadrangle that formed the yard, and jolting to my .-*.■;«*•< ii^MS.S»!<'' ig-school, I ral, I have )ne of these horse, as a •theless, the 1 the south- the prehis- evitable. him," said 2 him over ce flippant horse did id I at 'all ained that ide. ness," said grey eyes, lay in his the grey I, and led ella with had the s chubby, ;d, but it ion, and I cal draw- my leg " ound the fig to my Great'Uncie McCarthy 7 entrance gate and back, I decided that as he had neither fallen down nor kicked me off, it was worth paying twenty-five pounds for him, if only to get in out of the rain. Mr. Knox accompanied me into the house and had a drink. He was a fair, spare young man, who looked like a stable boy among gentlemen, and a gentleman among stable boys. He belonged to a clan that cropped up in every grade of society in the county, from Sir Valentine Knox of Castle Knox down to the auctioneer Knox, who bore the attractive title of Larry the Liar. So far as I could judge, Florence McCarthy of that ilk occupied a shifting position about midway in the tribe. I had met him at dinner at Sir Valentine's, I had heard of him at an illicit auction, held by Larry the Liar, of brandy stolen from a wreck. They were " Black Protestants," all of them, in virtue of their descent from a godly soldier of Cromwell, and all were prepared at any moment of the day or night to sell a horse. " You'll be apt to find this place a bit lonesome after the hotel," remarked Mr. Flurry, sympa- thetically, as he placed his foot in its steaming boot on the hob, " but it's a fine sound house any- way, and lots of rooms in it, though indeed, to tell you the truth, I never was through the whole of them since the time my great-uncle, Denis McCarthy, died here. The dear knows 1 had enough of it that time." He paused, and lit a cigarette —one of my best, and quite thrown away upon him. "Those top floors, now," he resumed, "I '^^■*i$x-i,m*t-iii*m.t.^^-. ki m 'ii « Some Expe, ■■■tica of an Irish %M. *«rt)nn't make too free with -hem. There's some o^ them would jump under you like a sprinfi bed Ma^ys the n.ght I was in and out of those l.Hcs in h^^^^°' nndewhen he had a bad turn on h,m-the horrors, y' know-there were nights LordTwinT'' "f '"^ "'™"8'> '"^ "--• Good saw .L ^ I ever forget the morning l,e said he saw the devil commg up the avenue! "Look at the two horns on him," says he, and he out with Slgyr'" ^'"" '''"'' '""' '^^«='d' ''-- his own Mr. Knox gave a couple of short laughs He seldom laughed, having in unusual perfection the gravity of manner that is bred by horse dealino probably from the habitual repression ^aUemo^: tio.^ save disparagement. ■ng in the tail wmdows, and the wind was be- gmnmg to make bullying rushes among the shrubs m the area; a shower of soot rattled down the chimney and fell on the hearthrug " More rain coming," said Mr. Knox, rising com- pose.:ly; "you'll have to put a goose down theTe worid"To T' t^ "°"' "'^ '"' on'y wTy in " wold to clean them. Well, !'m for the ro.c' th! J Tm, u"' °" "'^ S'^y "ext week, I ho,.c • the hounds'U be meeting here. Give a roar at Wm' tn^7 '" ^* f^^ i"™P^-" He threw his cigare " into the f r, and extended a hand to me. "Goo"! bye, M«,c vcu'll see plenty of me and my hounds theXr ■' T:. ^""^'^ ' P°-- °f f°°- in me piantaxu:>si hi^ie. ■Hf Great-Unc/e McCarthy 9 This was scarcely reassuring for a man who hoped to shoot woodcock, and I hinted as much. " Oh, is it the cock ? " said Mr. Flurry ; " b'leeve me, there never was a woodcock yet that minded hounds, now, no more than they'd mind rabbits I The best shoots ever I had here, the hounds were in i' tiie day before." When Mr. Knox had gone, I began to picture myself going across country roaring, like a man on a fire-engine, while Philippa put the goose down the chimney ; but when I sat down to write to her I did not feel equal to being humorous about it. I dilated ponderously on my cold, my hard work, and my loneliness, and eventually went to bed at ten o'clock full of cold shivers and hot whisky-and-water. After a couple of hours of feverish dozing, I began to understand what had driven Great-Uncle McCarthy to perambulate the house by night. Mrs. Cadogan had assured me that the Pope of Rome hadn't a betther bed undher him than myself; wasn't I down on the new flog mattherass the old masther bought in Father Scanlan's auction ? By the smell I recognised that "flog" meant flock, otherwise I '^hould have said my couch was stuffed wil;? old boots. I have seldom spent a more wretched night. The rain drummed with soft fingers on my window panes ; the house was full of noises. I seemed to see Great-Uncle McCarthy ranging the passages with Flurry at his heels; several times I thought I heard him. Whisperings seemed borne on the wind through my keyhole, boardf creaked in the room overhead, and once lo Some Experiences of an Irish %^M, I could have sworn that a hand passed, groping, over the panels of my door. I am, I may admit, a believer in ghosts ; I even take in a paper that deals with their culture, but I cannot pretend that on that night I looked forward to a manifestation of Great-Uncle McCarthy with any enthusiasm. The morning broke stormily, and I woke to find Mrs. Cadogan's understudy, a grimy nephew of about eighteen, standing by my bedside, with a black bottle in his hand. " There's no bath in the house, sir," was his reply to my command; "but me A'nt said, would ye like a taggeen ? " This alternative proved to be a glass of raw whisky. I declined it. I look back to that first week of housekeeping at Shreelane as to a comedy excessively badly staged, and striped with lurid melodrama. To- wards its close I was positively home-sick for Mrs. Raverty's, and I had not a single clean pair of boots. I am not one of those who hold the con- vention that in Ireland the rain never ceases, day or night, but I must say that my first November at Shreelane was composed of weather of which my friend Flurry Knox remarked that you wouldn't meet a Christian out of doors, unless it was a snipe or a dispensary doctor. To this lamentable cate- gory might be added a resident magistrate. Daily, shrouded in mackintosh, I set forth for the Petty Sessions Courts of my wide district ; daily, in the inevitable atmosphere of wet frieze and perjury, I listened to indictments of old women who plucked 'iiw Great-Uncle McCarthy II lass of raw geese alive, of publicans whose hospitality to their friends broke forth uncontrollably on Sunday after- noons, of "parties" who, in the language of the police sergeant, were subtly defined as " not to say dhrunk, but in good fighting thrim." I got used to it all in time — I suppose one can get used to anything — I even became callous to the sur- prises of Mrs. Cadogan's cooking. As the weather hardened and the woodcock came in, and one by one I discovered and nailed up the rat holes, I began to find life endurable, and even to feel some remote sensation of home-coming when the grey horse turned in at the gate of Shreelane. The one feature of my establishment to which I could not become inured was the pervading sub- presence of some thing or things which, for my own convenience, I summarised as Great-Uncle McCarthy. There were nights on which I was certain that I heard the inebriate shuffle of his foot overhead, the touch of his fumbling hand against the walls. There were dark times before the dawn when sounds went to and fro, the moving of weights, the creaking of doors, a far-away rapping in which was a workmanlike suggestion of the undertaker, a rumble of wheels on the avenue. Once I was impelled to the perhaps imprudent measure of cross-examining Mrs. Cadogan. Mrs. Cadogan, taking the preliminary precaution of crossing her- self, asked me fatefully what day of the week it was. " Friday ! " she repeated after me. " Friday ! The Lord save us I 'Twas a Friday the old masther was buried ! " li!) m i M i "i 12 Some Experiences of an Irish %M, o^^l^nU:^^^^^^^^^^ boiled and was seen no more ^'^ *^' '^""^^y* shuffle in the a^cs ot'r my hTaT "" "^"^^ -<* One night, about the middle* of n« u awoke, suddenly aware that som. .^^^^'"ber, I like a heavy sto'ne into my dreams "a.M \fr the matches it came :iacir. ^, °7 '^^ ' ^^^* ^or and the uncoL^rmrng ba„V°o?fhr'^'"f ^™- the head of the kitchen stairs ,^^J°^' •^''°' =>* " was a draught that had don t tTf' """ perfectly still night. Even as I l,«i I *** ^ of wheels on the avenulshook thl ?n ' ' '°""'' thing was getting past a iokein, /'""'''• ™* was stealthily erooW m„ ^ ^ '^"^ ■"'""'« I case with , k '^i^ y ™y ''own my own stair a stick. , stood i^'t'dL-n tt top :[r h""!: stairs and listened; the snores of Mrs Calr and her nephew Peter rose tr,„„ i? ; ^*^°gan respective lairs. I descended ?nr"l™'" "'^''■ lit a candle: there was „^fh ^^ '"*'=''^" ='"d except a gre^t portion'of" t e "!Cr ="' *^^«' apparel, which was arranged at the Z Z"""^ bemg serenaded by two cricketV wl'. "*' opened the door, m^ hous^hof^ts blmlt "^^ The kitchen was not attractive vet I f.ft t ^• posed to leave it. None the less! it'^:;pe:^d "t"ot •«(fl ■tunely boiled 3 the scullery, Great- Uncle Friday nights Liring the rest n patter and December, I 'e had fallen As I felt for edging groan ross door at myself that >ut it was a -d, a sound •Iness. The ^ minutes I r own stair- d; enforced armed with 3f the back >. Cadogan from their tchen and ual there, n wearing I and was itever had eless. felt indis- ired to be Great-Uncle McCarthy 13 my duty to inspect the yard. I put the candle on the table and went forth into the outer darkness. Not a sound was to be heard. The night was very cold, and so dark, that I could scarcely distinguish the roofs of the stables against the sky ; the house loomed tall and oppressive above me; I was conscious of how lonely it stood in the dumb and barren country. Spirits were certainly futile creatures, childish in their manifestations, stupidly cooent with the old machinery of raps and rumbles. I thought how fine a scene might be played on a stage like this ; if I were a ghost, how bluely I would glimmer at the windows, how whimperingly chatter in the wind. Something whirled out of the darkness above me, and fell with a flop on the ground, just at my feet. I jumped backwards, in pomt of fact I made for the kitchen door, and, with my hand on the latch, stood still and waited. Nothmg further happened ; the thing that lay there did not stir. I struck a match. The moment of tension turned to bathos as the light flickered on nothing more fateful than a dead crow. Dead it certainly was. I could have told that without looking at it ; but why should it, at some considerable period after its death, fall from the clouds at my feet. But did it fall from the clouds ? I struck another match, and stared up at the im- penetrable face of the house. There was no hint of solution in the dark windows, but I determined to go up and search the rooms that gave upon the yard. How cold it was ! I can feel now the frozen ftii I ' a m Mill 14 Some Experiences of an Irish %M, musty air of those attics, with their rat ..^.f^r, a^ and wall-papers furred U damp, twe^? softlv from one to another, feeling like a burglar in mv trm';rt^nhr'- "/"^ ^^ eiuidaVoro^ ine mystery. The windows were hermetiralW shut and sealed with cobwebs. There was in (urn.ture except in the end room, where a 4rd robe without doors stood in a corner Jm^t or the solemn presence of a monstrous Til haT I went back to bed cur.5in« T! ''**• darkness that had got'm?rVSn/S n^^' rather more conscientiously than s'eemed to m' quite whoksome for the cock-shootinr I ma" tamed a silence which I fplt tr. u^ * . on the cart nf =. ZV i "^ magnanimous on me part of a man who cared nothine for hunt .ng and a great deal for shooting, and Wished the" hounds more success in the sUnoh J, wisnea the than seemed to be gran/ed tftht" f m^elttS all, one red frostv evfnin« 00 i j , ^ long hill to my demesne gi;sFLr^°aTth°"". */ in his shabby pi„k coat' an"' d ing/ b eeXes ?hl' hounds trailing dejectedly behind hfm and hfs 'hlff dozen companions. ^^^" m:;rm.""='^""==''^^°"*"'---greinas, sto;r:elr1id^^^Ze''ts^ "e ^lid not down-twisted corner of ^^.k '^?-^ '™'" ""^ was cold and sour Th? T"" ' ^"' ^^^ *' ">« ana sour. The other members of the Great-Uncle McCarthy 15 hunt passed me with equal hauteur; I thought they took their ill luck very badly. On foot, among the last of the straggling hounds, cracking a carman's whip, and swearing compre- hensively at them aU, slouched my friend Slipper. Our friendship had begun in Court, the relative positions of the dock and the judgment-seat forming no obstacle to its progress, and had been cemented during several days' tramping after snipe. He was, as usual, a little drunk, and he hailed me as though I were a ship. "Ahoy, Major Yeates!" he shouted, bringing himself up with a lurch against my cart ; "it's hunting you should be, in place of sending poor divils to gaol!" "But I hear you had no hunting," I said. "Ye heard that, did ye?" Slipper rolled upon me an eye like that of a profligate pug. "Well, begor, ye heard no more than the thruth." " But where are all the foxes ? " said I. " Begor, I don't know no more than your honour. And Shreelane — that there used to be as many foxes in it as there's crosses in a yard of check ! Well, well, I'll say nothin' for it, only that it's quare! Here, Vaynus! NaygressI" Slipper uttered a yell, hoarse with whisky, in adjuration of two elderly ladies of the pack who had profited by our MY FRIEND SLIPPER Hi i ' .] I ' 'I ^^^^^^^^H ^^^^^^^^1 iilill ; ■ 1'' 3 i 1 h ^^^^^^^^H ^^^^^^H ^^^^^^^^H ! 1; 'in ^H i I 1 , , ;i i ■■I i *> • i i ' llll__waj ': 1 i :; i ^1 1 ' ; ^^^^B'l: ,i^ ^'^"—•.HGS.S" i6 &»f Experiences of an Irish %M. conversafon to stray away into an adjacent cottage Well, good-night, Ma or. Mr. Flurry's as cross as briars, and he'll have me ate ! " He set off at a surprisingly steady run crarfcino thlt IF' ^"'' -hooping life'a madma": I ho"? that when I also am fifty I shall Hp ,hL * '^ like Slipper. ^ ^ *'''* *° ■•"" That frosty evening was followed by three others ,™,*° ■'- T'' ^ "'f^''* °' ^ood-^ock came in I calculated that I could do with five guns and l' despatched invitations to shoot and d^e in fhe following day to four of the local sportsmen amone whom was of course, my landlord. I remeX? ftat m my letter to the latter I expressed a '"1 hope that my bag of cock would be more successfu than his of foxes had been. The answers to my invitations were not what I Xt d; .^"7"'°"' ^° '""^'' - =" conventLna tw I' t. /.^^ '"^"^"°" ; Mr. Knox added hat he hoped the bag of cock would be to my likmg and that I need not be "affraid" that t^e hounds would trouble my coverts any more. Here was war! I ga^ed in stupefaction at the crooked scrawl in which my landlord had declared it. It was wholly and entirely inexplicable, and instead of going to sleep comfortably over the fire and my newspaper as a gentleman should, I spent the evening in irritated ponderings over this bewilder- ing and exasperating change of front on the part of my friendly squireens. ^ I shot the woods m company with my game- Great-Uncle McCarthy ly keeper, Tim Connor, a gentleman whose duties mainly consisted in limiting the poaching privileges to his personal friends, and whatever my offence might ha^e been, Mr. Knox could have wished me no bitterer punishment than hearing the unavailing shouts of "Mark cock!" and seeing my birds winging their way from the coverts, far out of shot. Tim Connor and I got ten couple between us; it might have been thirty if my neighbours had not boycotted me, for what I could only suppose was the slackness of their hounds. I was dog-tired that night, having walked enough for three men, and I slept the deep, insatiable sleep that I had earned. It was somewhere about 3 A.M. that I was gradually awakened by a con- tinuous knocking, interspersed with muffled calls. Great -Uncle McCarthy had never before given tongue, and I freed one ear from blankets to listen. Then I remembered that Peter had told me the sweep had promised to arrive that morning, and to arrive early. Blind with sleep and fury I went to the passage window, and thence desired the sweep to go to the devil. It availed me little. For the rem^mder of the night I could hear him pacing round the house, trying the windows, bang- ing at the doors, and calling upon Peter Cadogan as the priests of Baal called upon their god. At six o'clock I had fallen into a troubled doze, when Mrs. Cadogan knocked at my door and imparted the information that the sweep had arrived. My answer need not be recorded, but in spite of it the door opened, and my housekeeper, in a weird B *'>! W I^ii'l 1 8 Some Experiences of an Irish %M, deshabille, effectively lighted by the orange beams of her candle, entered my room. " God forgive me, I never seen one I'd hate as much as that sweep!" she began; "he's these three honrs---arrah, what, three hours !-no, but all night, raismg tallywack and tandem round the house to get at the chimbleys." "Well, for Heaven's sake let him get at the tZT\ ""f ^'' "^^ S° *° «^^^P'" I answered, goaded to desperation, "and you may tell him f^roj^ me that ,f I hear his voice again I'll shoot Mrs. Cadogan silently left my bedside and as she closed the door she said to herself, "The Lord save us I ' Subsequent events may be briefly summarised. sound lth?\^"''"''' ""^* ^y =• thunderous sound in the chimney, and a brick crashed into the fireplace, followed at a short interval by two dead jackdaws and their nests. At eight I was T formed by Peter that there was no hot water s'eep "At'o ^'^l "'^'""' """'^ --' '"e same ttS-e w^f nn\' " [ *==""" ''°™ '° breakfast, there was no fire anywhere, and my coffee made in the coach-house, tasted of soot.^ put'on an fifth °n.h"e """T" ™y '^"^"- About'fourth or fifth n the uninteresting heap came one in an egregiously disguised hand. "Sir," it began, "this is to inform you your un- sportsmanlike conduct has been discovered You have been suspected this good while of shoeing the Shreelane foxes, it is known now you do wo se Great-Uncle McCarthy 19 Parties have seen your gamekeeper going regular to meet the Saturday early train at Salters Hill Station, with your grey horse under a cart, and your labels on the boxes, and we know as well as your agent in Cork what it is you have in those boxes. Be warned in time.— Your Wellwisher." I read this through twice before its drift became apparent, and I realised that I was accused of improving my shooting and my finances by the simple expedient of selling my foxes. That is to say, I was in a worse position than if I had stolen a horse, or murdered Mrs. Cadogan, or got drunk three times a week in Skebawn. For a few moments I fell into wild laughter, and then, aware that it was rather a bad business to let a lie of this kind get a start, I sat down to demolish the preposterous charge in a letter to Flurry Knox. Somehow, as I selected my sen- tences, it was borne in upon me that, if the letter spoke the truth, circumstantial evidence was rather against me. Mere lofty repudiation would be un- availing, and by my infernal facetiousness about the woodcock I had effectively filled in the case against myself. At all events, the first thing to do was to establish a basis, and have it out with Tim Connor. I rang the bell. " Peter, is Tim Connor about the place ? " " He is not, sir. I heard him say he was going west the hill to mend the bounds fence." Peter's face was covered with soot, his eyes were red, and he coughed ostentatiously. "The sweep's after breaking one of his brushes within in yer ill iii* • iiii i '» 4 20 Some Experiences of an Irish %,M, bedroom chimney, sir," he went on, with all the satisfaction of his class in announcing domestic calamity; "he's above on the roof now, and he'd be thankful to you to go up to him." I followed him upstairs in that state of simmering patience that any employer of Irish labour must know and sympathise with. I climbed the rickety ladder and squeezed through the dirty trapdoor involved in the ascent to the roof, and was con- fronted by the hideous face of the sweep, black against the frosty blue sky. He had encamped with all his paraphernalia on the flat top of the roof, and wa^ good enough to rise and put his pipe in his pocket on my arrival. "Good morning. Major. That's a grand view you have up here," said the sweep. He was evi- dently far too well-bred to talk shop. " I thravelled every roof in this counthry, and there isn't one where you'd get as handsome a prospect ! " Theoretically he was right, but I had not come up to the roof to discuss scenery, and demanded brutally why he had sent for me. The explanation involved a recital of the special genius required to sweep the Shreelane chimneys; of the fact that the sweep had in infancy been sent up and down every one of them by Great-Uncle McCarthy • of Kii I '^ f fu"^"^' ""^ '°°* *^^* ^y his peculiar skill he had this morning taken from the kitchen chimney ; of its present purity, the draught being such that It would "dhraw up a young cat with It. Finally — realising that I could endure no more— he explained that my bedroom chimney had Great-Uncle McCarthy 21 got what he called " a wynd " in it, and he pro- posed to climb down a little way in the stack to try "would he get to come at the brush." The sweep was very small, the chimney very large. I stipulated that he should have a rope round his waist, and despite the illegality, I let him go. He went down like a monkey, digging his toes and fingers into the niches made for the purpose in the old chimney ; Peter held the rope. I lit a cigarette and waited. Certainly the view from the roof was worth coming up to look at. It was rough, heathery country on one side, with a string of little blue lakes running like a turquoise necklet round the base of a firry hill^ and patches of pale green pasture were set amidst the rocks and heather. A silvery flash behind the undulations of the hills told where the Atlantic lay in immense plains of sunlight. I turned to survey with an owner's eye my own grey woods and straggling plantations of larch, and espied a man coming out of the western wood. He had something on his back, and he was walking very fast ; a rabbit poacher no doubt. As he passed out of sight into the back avenue he was beginning to run. At the same instant I saw on the hill beyond my western boundaries half-a-dozen horsemen scrambling by zigzag ways down towards the wood. There was one red coat among them ; it came first at the gap in the fence that Tim Connor had gone out to mend, and with the others was lost to sight in the covert, from which, in another instant, came clearly through the 22 ''ii i ill inll I.I i III I'l 1^ I iii, IM' Some Experiences of an Irish %M. frosty air a shout of "Gone to ground!" Tre mendous horn blowings followed, then, all in the Ind , n fr°K' l"" """^ ''""fi'"g °^^^ *he grass and up the back avenue towards the yard Le Were they running a fresh fox into the stablesf 1 do not profess to be a hunting-man. but I to'staV^if PeT' '"'VV '^ "^^"^'P' -P-«"- to state, IS Peter. We forgot the sweep as if he the l^r/' T""^' T'^ P^^^ipi'ated ourse'^ves down the ladder down the stairs, and out into the yarf a° d a'lon^ fb,'"'.:' '°™^'' "^ *« coach.h'o.^e and a long stable, with a range of lofts above them planned on the heroic scale in such matters th^l obtamed in Ireland formerly. These ioTn th. house at the corner by the back door. 'Tlon. hL, ; emerged from the back door the hounds were struggling helter-skelter. Almost hoofs ni the back avenue, and Flurry Knox came stoopmg at a gallop under the archway followed selv Tom ,h" T" """'■ ^"^y «-g ^r;' nf t? I ^^^ ^"'^^^ ^"^ "ade for the stens Mrs CadnJ T '"d"'="bable, and justified Mrs. Cadogans subsequent remark that "when she heard the noise she thought 'twas the end o? he world and the divil collecting his own i " mvsirlnM" '1'^,/="=^.°' *he party, and found myself ,„ the loft, wading in hay, and nearlv deafened by the clamour that was bandied about — -— S™!WK!? V "■ "■"" Great-VncL McCarthy 23 the high roof and walls. At the farther end of the loft the hounds were raging in the hay, en- couraged thereto by the whoops and screeches of Flurry and his friends. High up in the gable of the loft, where it joined the main wall of the house, there was a small door, and I noted with a tran- sient surprise that there was a long ladder leading up to it. Even as it caught my eye a hound fought his way out of a drift of hay and began to jump at the ladder, throwing his tongue vociferously, and even clambering up a few rungs in his excitement. "There's the way he's gone!" roared Flurry, striving through hounds and hay towards the ladder, "Trumpeter has him! What's up there, back of the door, Major ? I don't remember it at all." My crimes had evidently been forgotten in the supremacy of the moment. While I was futilely asserting that had the fox gone up the ladder he could not possibly have opened the door and shut it after him, even if the door led anywhfere, which, to the best of my belief, it did not, the door in question opened, and to my amazement the sweep appeared at it. He gesticulated violently, and over the tumult was heard to asseverate that there was nothing above there, only a way into the flue, and any one would be destroyed with the soot " Ah, go to blazes with your soot ! " interrupted Flurry, already half-way up the ladder. I followed him, the other men pressing up be- hind me. That Trumpeter had made no mistake was instantly brought home to our noses by the ;i {{ f M 24 Some Experiences of an Irish %M. reek of fox that met us at the door. Instead of a ^^Z"7\rJ°"'"^,°"'^^''^' '" ^ dilapidated bed- room, full of people. Tim Connor was there the sweep was there, and a squalid elderly man 'and woman on whom I had never set eyes before There was a large open fireplace, black with the soot the sweep had brought down with him, and Icotch wl "^°f " •"""" °* "y °™ special Scotch whisky. In one corner of the room was LiZa '"•°'^«" P«<:'=i''g-cases, and beside these Vitl! T 7- ' ^"^ '" ^^'"^ ^°"«*''i"g kicked, flurry looking more uncomfortable and non- plussed than I could have believed possible, listened r.r^"»T. ? ^""u"^' ^^'^ ''^"'"g "ke lost spirits n the loft below, but her voice pierced the uproar hke a bagpipe. It was an unspeakably vulgar voice yet it was not the voice of a countrywoman and l.ere were frowzy remnants of respectab^Uty about her general aspect. "•"■uiy "And i, it you, Flurry Knox, that's calling me a disgrace! Disgrace, indeed, am I ? Me thafw^s your poor mother's own uncle's daughter and as the^L^* /h It" ' '°"''' "°* comprehend, owing to the fact that the sweep kept up a perpetual under- current of explanation to me as to how he had go down the wrong chimney. I noticed tliat his breftt stank of whisky- .Scotch, not the native variety h.^L*"";,!' 'u"§ ^' ^^""y "^""^ lives to 'blow a — horn, will he hear the last of the day that he Tan ■ - nstead of a >idated bed- s there, the y man and yes before. :k with the li him, and wn special room was 2side these g kicked. and non- le, listened he elderly lost spirits :he uproar )ly vulgar rywoman, ^ectability ailing me J that was r, and as le ! " . owing to al under- ' had got lis breath riety. • • blow a t he ran Great-Uncle McCarthy 25 € his mother's first cousin to ground in the attic. Never, while Mrs. Cadogan can hold a basting spoon, will she cease to recount how, on the same occasion, she plucked and roasted ten coup'e of woodcock in one torrid hour to provide luncheon for the hunt. In the glory of this achievement her confederacy with the stowaways in the attic is wholly slurred over, in much the same manner as the startling outburst of summons for trespass, brought by Tim Connor during the remainder of the shooting season, obscured the unfortunate episode of the bagged fox. It was, of course, zeal for my shooting that induced him to assist Mr. Knox's disreputable relations in the deportation of my foxes ; and I have allowed it to remain at that. In fact, the only things not allowed to remain were Mr. and Mrs. McCarthy Gannon. They, as my landlord informed me, in the midst of vast apologies, had been permitted to squat at Shreelane until my tenancy began, and having then ostenta- tiously and abusively left the house, they had, with the connivance of the Cadogans, secretly returned to roost in the corner attic, to sell foxes under the aegis of my name, and to make inroads on my belongings. They retained connection with the outer world by means of the ladder and the loft, and with the house in general, and my whisky in particular, by a door into the other attics — a door concealed by the wardrobe in which reposed Great- Uncle McCarthy's tall hat. It is with the greatest regret that I relinquish the prospect of writing a monograph on Great-Uncle 'EiiJ I ■nu I : m *!1 '! ■ 'Ml it Hi Si; .III 26 4 Some Experiences of an Irish %M. tour J !^' .' ^P'7*"^"^«'= 1°""=". but with the departure of his relations he ceased to manife^it himself, and neither the nailing up of packinTca e nor the rumble of the cart that took them to the station, disturbed my sleep for the future McCarthrrr'' "?' '^^ ""'^ °^ "='^='""8 °"t the necessitaL ! ",' "^""'^ "''^ <" ^ "^'"^e that necessitated two glasses of whisky per man • and n t": r "'"'' °' """" ''"^ i-^^'- St'er'd hrLwn"^ o, t %"r '"^*'"S like the crow that was thrown out of the window at mv feet I dn nm grudge the restorative. ^ ' "°' Tn^b Mrs Cadog3„ remarked to the sweep, "A lurkcouldnt stand it." ■ M^ II IN THE CURRANHILTY COUNTRY ■ sweep, "A IT is hardly credible that I should have been in- duced to depart from my usual walk of life by a creature so uninspiring as the grey horse that I bought from Flurry Knox for £2^. Perhaps it was the monotony of being ques- tioned by every other person with whom I had five minutes' conversation, as to when I was coming dip' with the hounds, and being further informed that in the days when Captain Browne, the late Coastguard officer, had owned the grey, there was not a fence between this and Mallow big enough to please them. At all events, there came an epoch-making day when I mounted the Quaker and presented myself at a meet of Mr. Knox's hounds. It is my belief that six out of every dozen people who go out hunting are disagreeably conscious of a nervous system, and two out of the six are in what is brutally called "a blue funk." I was not in a blue funk, but I was conscious not only of a nervous system, but of the anatomical fact that I possessed large, round legs, handsome in their way, even admirable in their proper sphere, but singularly ill adapted for adhering to the slippery surfaces of I M 1 (' t! ,y j li 27 !i „;! ! 28 Some Experiences of an Irish %.M, a saddle. By a fatal intervention of Providence, the sport, on this my first day in the hunting-field,' was such as I could have enjoyed from a bath- chair. The hunting-field was, on this occasion, a relative term, implying long stretches of unfenced moorland and bog, anything, in fact, save a field ; the hunt itself might also have been termed a rela- tive one, being mainly composed of Mr. Knox's rela- tions in all degrees of cousinhood. It was a day when frost and sunshine combined went to one's head like iced champagne ; the distant sea looked like the Mediterranean, and for four sunny hours the Knox relatives and I followed nine couple of hounds at a tranquil footpace along the hills, our progress mildly enlivened by one or two scrambles in the shape of jumps. At three o'clock I jogged home, and felt within me the newborn desire to brag to Peter Cadogan of the Quaker's doings, as I dismounted rather stiffly in my own yard. I little thought that the result would be that three weeks later I should find myself in a railway carriage at an early hour of a December morning, in com- pany with Flurry Knox and four or five of his clan, journeying towards an unknown town, named Drumcurran, with an appropriate number of horses in boxes behind us and a van full of hounds in front. Mr. Knox's hounds were on their way, by invitation, to have a day in the country of their neighbours, the Curranhilty Harriers, and with amazing fatuity I had allowed myself to be cajoled into joining the party. A northerly shower was trik- ing in long spikes on the glass of the window the %M. Providence, Linting-field, Dm a bath- occasion, a )f unfenced ive a field; med a rela- Cnox's rela- was a day nt to one's sea looked inny hours ; couple of e hills, our scrambles :k I jogged I desire to doings, as •d. ■ that three ly carriage gt in com- ive of his vn, named ' of horses hounds in r way, by ^ of their and with De cajoled ■was trik- ndow, the In the Curranhilty Country 29 atmosphere of the carriage was blue with tobacco smoke, and my feet, in a pair of new butcher boots, had sunk into a species of Arctic sleep. •im--m'im^^.^ In the Curranhilty Country 33 above, and ne'er n dog nor a one with them but themselves and she was lying, beat out, under a bush and Patsy Lorry was minding her until the hounds would come. I had a vision of the humane f^atsy Lorry fanning the hare with his hat, but apparently nobody else found the fact unusual. Ihe hounds were hurried into the fields, the hare was agam spurred into action, and I was again confronted with the responsibilities of the chase. Alter the first five minutes I had discovered several facts about the Quaker. If the bank was above a certam height he refused it irvevocably. if it accorded with his ideas he got his forelegs over and ploughed through the rest of it on his stifle- jomts, or, if a gripe made this inexpedient, he remained poised on top till the fabric crumbled under his weight. In the case of walls he butted them down with his knees, or squandered them with his hind-legs. These operations took time, and the leaders of the hunt streamed farther and farther away over the crest of a hill, while the Quaker pursued at the equable gallop of a horse in the Bayeux Tapestry. I began to perceive that I had been adopted as a pioneer by a small band of followers, who as one of their number -andidly explained, "liked to have some one ahead of them to soften the banks " and accordingly waited respectfully till the Quaker had made the rough places smooth, and taken the raw edge off the walls. They, in their turn, showed me alternative routes when the obstacle proved above the Quaker's limit; thus, in ignoble con- t ti h\ 34 Some Experiences of an Irish %M. federacy, I and the offscourings of the Curranhilty hunt pursued our way across some four miles of country. When at length we parted it was with extreme regret on both sides. A river crossed our course, with boggy banks pitted deep with the hoof^marks of our forerunners ; I suggested it to the Quaker, and discovered that Nature had not in vam endued him with the hindquarters of the hippopotamus. I presume the others had jumped It ; the Quaker, with abysmal flounderings, walked through and heaved himself to safety on the farther bank. It was the dividing of the ways. My friendly company turned aside as one man, and I was left with the world before me, and no guide save the hoof-marks in the grass. These presently led me to a road, on the other side of which was a bank, that was at once added to the Quaker's black list! Ihe ram had again begun to fall heavily, and was soaking in about my elbows; I suddenly asked myself why, in Heaven's name, I should go any "turn;H ^f f f l^f-^n occurred to rSe, and I rode on for possibly two or three miles with- out seeing a human being, until, from the top of a hill I descried a solitary lady rider. I started in pursuit. The rain kept blurring my eye-glass ta It seemed to me that the rider 4s I schoolg rl with hair hanging down her back, and that her horse was a trifle lame. I pressed on to ask my way and discovered that I had been privileged to overtake no less a person than Miss Bobbie Bennett i -I In the Curranhilty Country 35 My question as lo the route led to information of a varied character. Miss Bennett was going that Sh T'^1^ ^"^ "^^^^ ^^^ g^^^" her whal she called "a toss and a half," whereby she had strained her arm and the mare her shoulder, her habit had been torn, and she had lost all her hairpins. "I'm an awful object," she concluded; "my Zw^^ ^ T °^ ?^ ^'^^ °"* h""*^"g J I declare 1 wish to goodness I was bald I " I struggled to the level of the occasion with an appropriate protest. She had really very brilliant grey eyes and her complexion was undeniable. Fhilippa has since explained to me that it is a mere male fallacy that any woman can look well with her hair down her back, but I have always maintained that Miss Bobbie Bennett, with the rain glistening on her dark tresses, looked uncommonly "I shall never get it dry for the dance to-night " she complained. ^ ' " I wish I could help you," said I. vo!',r''^?H' r"'''u^^* ^ h'^'P^" °^ t^° ^bout you ! said she, with a glance that had certainly done great execution before now. ^ I disclaimed the possession of any such tokens but volunteered to go and look for some at a S bourmg cottage. ^ The cottage door was shut, and my knockings were answered by a stupeiied-looking elderly man Conscious of my own absurdity, I asked him if he had any hairpins. ■.' i: 36 Some Experiences of an Irish %M. " I didn't see a hare this week ! " he responded in a slow bellow. _^'^Hairpins ! " I roared ; " has your wife any hair- " She has not." Then, as an after-thought. " She's dead these i&n years." At this point a young woman emerged from the cottage, and, with many coy grins, plucked from her own head some half-dozen hairpins, crooked and grey with age, but still hairpins, and as such well worth my shilling. I returned with my spoil to Miss Bennett, only to be confronted with a fresh difficulty. The arm that she had strained was too stiff to raise to her head. Miss Bobbie turned her handsome eyes upon me " It's no use," she said plaintively, " I can't do it I " ' I looked up and down the road ; there was no one in sight. I offered to do it for her. Miss Bennett's hair was long, thick,'and soft- it ^yas also slippery with rain. I twisted it conscien- tiously, as if it were a hay rope, until Miss Bennett with an irrepressible shriek, told me it would break off. I coiled the rope with some success, and pro- ceeded to nail it to her head with the hairpins. At all the most critical points one, if not both of the horses moved ; hairpins were driven home into Miss Bennett's skull, and were with difficulty plucked forth again ; in fact, a more harxuwing performance can hardly be imagined, but Miss Bennett bore it with the heroism of a pin-cushion. I was putting the finishing touches to the coiffure when some sound made me look round, and I In the Curranhilty Country 3-7 beheld at a distance of some fifty yards the entire hunt approaching us at a foot-pace. I lost my head and mstead of continuing my task, I dropped he last hairpm as if it were red-hot, and kicked the Quaker away to the far side of the road, thus If It were possible, giving the position away a shade more generously. There were fifteen riders in the group that over- took us, and fourteen of them, including the Whip were grmning from ear to ear ; the fifteenth was Mr Tomsy Flood, and he showed no sign of appre- ciation. He shoved his horse past me and up to Miss Bennett, his red moustache bristling, trucu- lence in every outline of his heavy shoulders. His green coat was muddy, and his hat had a cave in It. Things had apparently gone ill ^,th him. Flurry's witticisms held out for about two miles and a half ; 1 do not give them, because they were not amusing, but they all dealt ultimately with the animosity that I, in common with himself, should henceforth have to fear from Mr. Flood "Oh, he's a holy terror!" he said conclusively: he was riding the tails off the hounds to-day to best me. He was near killing me twice. We had some words about it, I can tell you. I very near took my whip to him. Such a bull-rider of a fellow I never saw ! He wouldn't so much as stop to catch Bobbie Bennett's horse when I picked her up, he was riding so jealous. His own girl, mind you I And such a crumpler as she got too » I declare she knocked a groan out of the road when '!>(; 'I i % ill W^l 38 Some Experiences of an Irish %M. " She doesn't seem so much hurt ? " I said " Hurt ! "said Flurry, flicking casually at a hound. h.TT.?"^'^"!.^'* *^^* ^"^ ""^^«« yo" took a hatchet to her ! " The rain had reached a pitch that put further hunting out of the question, and we bumped home at that mtolerable pace known as a "hounds' jog " I spent the remainder of the afternoon over a fire m my bedroom in the Royal Hotel, Drumcurran, official letters to write having mercifully provided T T!v ^" ^''''"'^ ^""^ seclusion, while the bar and the bilhard-room hummed below, and the Quaker's three-cornered gallop wreaked its inevitable revenge upon my person. As this process continued, and I became proportionately embittered, I asked my- self, not for the first time, what Philippa would say when introduced to my present circle of ac- quamtances. I have already mentioned that a dance was to take place at the hotel, given, as far as I could gather, by the leading lights of the Curranhilty Hunt. A less jocund guest than the wreck who at the pastoral hour of nine crept stiffly down to chase the glowmg hours with flying feet" could hardly have been encountered. The dance was held in the coffee-room, and a conspicuous object outside the door was a saucer bath full of some- thing that looked like flour. "Rub your feet in that," said Flurry; "that's French chalk! They hadn't time to do the floor so they hit on this dodge." I complied with this encouraging direction, and In the Curranhilty Country 39 followed him into the room. Dancing had already begun, and the first sight that met my eyes was Miss Bennett, m a yellow dress, waltzing with Mr Tomsy Flood. She looked very handsome, and," in spite of her accident, she was getting round the sticky floor and her still more sticky partner with the swmg of a racing cutter. Her eye caught mine immediately, and with confidence. Clearly our acquaintance that, in the space of twenty minutes, had blossomed tropically into hair-dressing, was not to be allowed to wither. Nor was I myself allowed to wither. Men, known and unknown, phed me with partners, till my shirt cuff was black with names, and the number of dances stretched away into the blue distance of to-morrow morning The music was supplied by the organist of the church, who played with religious unction and at the pace of a processional hymn. I put forth into the meMe with a junior Bennett, inferior in calibre to Miss Bobbie, but a strong goer, and, I fear, made but a sorry debut in the eyes of Drumcurran At every other moment I bumped into the unfore- seen orbits of those who reversed, and of those who walked their partners backwards down the room with faces of ineifable supremacy. Being un- skilled in these intricacies of an elder civilisation, the younger Miss Bennett fared but ingloriously at my hands ; the music pounded interminably on, until the heel of Mr. Flood put a period to our sufferings. The nasty dirty filthy brute!" shrieked the younger Miss Bennett in a single breath; "he's torn the gown off my back ! " m i 40 Some Experiences of an Irish %M, She whirled me to the cloak-room ; we parted, mutually unregretted, at its door, and by, I fear common consent, evaded our second dance to- gether. Many, many times during the evening I asked myself why I did not go to bed. Perhaps it was the remembrance that my bed was situated some ten feet above the piano in a direct line; but, whatever was the reason, the night wore on and found me still working my way down my shirt cuff. I sat out as much as possible, and found my partners to be, as a body, pretty, talkative, and 111 dressed, and during the evening I had many and varied opportunities of observing the rapid progress of Mr. Knox's flirtation with Miss Bobbie Bennett. From No. 4 to No. 8 they were invisible ; that they were behind a screen in the commercial - room might be inferred from Mr. Flood's thunder - cloud presence in the passage outside. ^^ At No. 9 the young lady emerged for one of her dances with me ; it was a barn dance, and particu- larly trying to my momently stiffening muscles • but Miss Bobbie, whether in dancing or sitting out' went in for " the rigour of the game." She was in as hard condition as one of her uncle's hounds and for a full fifteen minutes I capered and swooped beside her, larding the lean earth as I went, and replying but spasmodically to her even flow of conversation. "That'll take the stiffness out of you !" she ex- claimed, as the organist slowed down reverentially m In the Curranhilty Country 41 to a conclusion. " I had a bet with Flurry Knox MR. flood's thundercloud PRESENCE over that dance. He said you weren't up to my weight at the pace 1 " !■ !r B ' fi m iii ■ ^ : h 1 i. ■il ' 5J m if;) 42 Some Experiences of an Irish %M. I led her forth to the refreshment table, and was watching with awe her fearless consumption of claret cup that I would not have touched for a sovereign, when Flurry, with a partner on his arm, strolled past us. "Well, you won the gloves, Miss Bobbie !" he said. " Don't you wish you may get them ' " "Gloves without the ^, Mr. Knox !"' replied Miss Bennett, m a voice loud enough to reach the end of the passage, where Mr. Thomas Flood was burying his nose in a very brown whiskv- and-soda. ; •' " Your hair's coming down ! " retorted Flurry. Ask Major Yeates if he can spare you a few hairpins ! " Swifter than lightning Miss Bennett hurled a macaroon at her retreating foe, missed him, and subsided laughing on to a sofa. I mopped my brow and took my seat beside her, wondering how much longer I could live up to the social exigencies of Drumcurran. Miss Bennett, however, proved excellent com- fu7\. ^^1 ^""^^ ""^ ^'■^^""y' ^"d i"ch by inch, all that Mr. Flood had said to her on the subject of my hair-dressing ; she admitted that she had, as a punishment, cut him out of three dances and given them to Flurry Knox. When I remarked that in fairness they should have been given to me, she darted a very attractive glance at me, and perti- nently observed that I had not asked for them. As steals the dawn into a fevered room, And says " Be of good cheer, the day is' born 1 » In the Curranhilty Country 43 so did the rumour of supper pass among the chaperons, male and female. It was obviously due to a sense of the f^iness of things that Mrs. Bennett was apportioned to me, and I found myself in the gratifying position of heading with her the proces- sion to supper. My impressions of Mrs. Bennett are few but salient. She wore an apple-green satin dress and filled it tightly; wisely mistrusting the hotel supper, she had imported sandwiches and cake in a pocket-handkerchief, and, warmed by two glasses of sherry, she made me the recipient of the remarkable confidence that she had but two back teeth in her head, but, thank God, they met. When, with the other starving men, I fell upon the remains of the feast, I regretted that I had declined her offer of a sandwich. Of the remainder of the evening I am unable to give a detailed account. Let it not for one instant be imagined that I had looked upon the wine of the Royal Hotel when it was red, or, indeed, any other colour ; as a matter of fact, I had espied an incon- spicuous corner in the entrance hall, and there I first smoked a cigarette, and subsequently sank into uneasy sleep. Through my dreams I was aware of the measured pounding of the piano, of the clatter of glasses at the bar, of wheels in the street, and then, more clearly, of Flurry's voice assuring Miss Bennett that if she'd only wait for another dance he'd get the R.M. out of bed to do her hair for her — then again oblivion. At some later period I was dropping down a chasm on the Quaker's back, and landing with a S:l: 1 f \ 1 ^^^^^^^H gill j^^^H 1 f^^^^^^^i t'T^^^H|^^^^^^^H fli^^H ^ Pj^^^^^l i ^'■1 ™!! 'fl Vs i^H ?;k Ij'i rfi 44 Some Experiences of an Irish %M. shock; I was twisting his mane into a chignon, when he turned round his head and caught my arm in his teeth. I awoke with the dew of terror on my forehead, to find Miss 3ennett leaning over me in a scarlet cloak with a hood over her head, and shaking me by my coat sleeve. "Major Yeates," she began at once in a hurried wl .sper, " I want you to find Flurry Knox, and tell him there's a plan to feed his hounds at six o'clock this morning so as to spoil their hunting ! " "How do you know ?" I asked, jumping up. " My little brother told me. He came in with us to-night to see the dance, and he was hanging round in the stables, and he heard one of the men telling another there was a dead mule in an out- house in Bride's Alley, all cut up ready to «ive to Mr. Knox's hounds." "But why shouldn't they get it?" I a^.V-d in sleepy stupidity. " Is it fill them up with an old mule just before they're going out hunting ?" flashed Miss Bennett. " Hurry and tell Mr. Knox ; don't let Tomsy Flood see you telling him— or any one else." "Oh, then it's Mr. Flood's game ?" I said, grasp- ing the situation at length. "It is," said Miss Bennett, suddenly turning scarlet ; " he's a disgrace ! I'm ashamed of him ' I'm done with him ! " I resisted a strong disposition to shake Miss Bennett by the hand. "I can't wait," she continued. "I made my mother drive back a mile— she doesn't know a In the Curranhilty Country 45 thing about it— I said I'd left my purse in the cloak-room. Good-night ! Don't tell a soul but Flurry ! " She was off, and upon my incapable shoulders rested the responsibility of the enterprise. It was past four o'clock, and the b.st bars of the last waltz were being played. At the bar a knot of men, with Flurry in their midst, were tossing "Odd man out" for a bottle of champagne. Flurry was not in the least drunk, a circumstance worthy of remark in his present company, and I got him out into the hall and unfolded my tidings. The light of battle lit in his eye as he listened. " I knew by Tomsy he was shaping for mischief," he said coolly; "he's taken as much liquor as'd stiffen a tinker, and he's only half-drunk this minute. Hold on till I get Jerome Hickey and Charlie Knox— they're sober; I'll be back in a minute." I was not present at the council of war thus hurriedly convened ; I was merely informedcwhen they returned that we were all to "hurry on." My best evening pumps have never recovered the subsequent proceedings. They, with my swelled and aching feet inside them, were raced down one filthy lane after mother, until, somewhere on the outskirts of Drumcurran, Flurry pushed open the gate of a yard and went in. It was nearly five o'clock on that raw December morning ; low down in the sky a hazy moon shed a diffused light ; all the surrounding houses were still and dark. At «« MM S .11 46 Some Experiences of an Irish %.M. our footsteps an angry bark or two came from mside the stable. " Whisht I " said Flurry, " I'll say a word to them before I open the door." At his voice a chorus of hysterical welcome arose; without more delay he flung cpen the stable door, and instantly we were all knee-deep m a rush of hounds. There was not a moment lost. Flurry started at a quick run out of the yard with the whole pack pattering at his heels. Charley Knox vanished; Dr. Hickey and I followed the hounds, splashing into puddles and hobbling over patches of broken stones, till we left the town behind and hedges arose on either hand. " Here's the house I " said Flurry, stopping short at a low entrance gate ; " many's the time I've been here when his father had it ; it'll be a queer thing if I can't find a window I can manage, and the old cook he has is as deaf as the dead." He and Doctor Hickey went in at the gate with the hounds; I hesitated ignobly in the mud. * "This isn't an R.M's. job," said Flurry in a whisper, closing the g: te in my face; "you'd best keep clear of house-breaking." I accepted his advice, but I may admit that before I turned for home a sash was gently raised, a light had sprung up in one of the lower windows, and I heard Flurry's voice saying, " Over over, over 1 " to his hounds. ' There seemed to me to be no interval at all between these events and the moment when I In the Curranhilty Country 47 woke in bright sunlight to find Dr. Hickey standing by my bedside in a red coat with a tall glass in his hand. ^ " It's nine o'clock," he said. " I'm just after waking Hurry Knox. There wasn't one stirring in the hotel till I went down and pulled the boots from under the kitchen table I It's well for us the meet's in the town ; and, by-the-bve your grey horse has four legs on him the size of bolsters this morning ; he won't be fit to go out I m afraid. Drink this anyway, you're in the wan{ Dr. Rickey's eyelids were rather pink, but his hand was as steady as a rock. The whisky-and- soda was singularly untempting. I guK'^^'"'^ ^''' "'^''' '" ' ''^'^ ''^'^^y ^' "Oh, it all went off very nicely, thank you," said Hickey, twisting his black beard to a point. "We benched as many of the hounds in Flood's bed as'd fit, and we shut the lot into the room. We had them just comfortable when we heard his latchkey below at the door." He broke off and began to snigger. ^ ^" " Well ? " I said, sitting bolt upright r; ?^^^^t took him five minutes. He was pretty unt^- 'h.^ were looking at him over the banisters until he started to come up, and according as he came up, we went on up the top flight. He stood admiring his candle for a while on the landing and we wondered he didn't hear the hounds snuffing (.I),! At V '• > i\i m [i 48 Some Experiences of an Irish ^.M. under the door. He opened it then, and, on the minute, three of them bolted out between his legs." Dr. Hickey again paused to indulge in Mephisto- phelian laughter. " Well, you know," he went on, "when a man in poor Tomsy's condition sees six dogs jumping out of his bed he's apt to make a wrong diagnosis. He gave a roar, and pitched the candlestick at them, and ran for his life downstairs, and all the hounds after him. ' Gone away ! ' screeches that devil Flurry, pelting downstairs on top of them in the dark. I believe I screeched too." *' Good heavens 1 " I gasped, " I was well out of that!" " Well, you were," admitted the Doctor. " How- ever, Tomsy bested them in the dark, and he got to ground in the pantry. I heard the cups and saucers go as he slammed the door on the hounds' noses, and the minute he was in Flurry turned the key on him. 'They're real dogs, Tomsy, my buck ! ' says Flurry, just to quiet him ; and there we left him." "Was he hurt?" I asked, conscious of the triviality of the question. "Well, he lost his brush," replied Dr. Hickey. " Old Merrylegs tore the coat-tails off him ; we got them on the floor when we struck a light ; Flurry has them to nail on his kennel door. Charley Knox had a pleasant time too," he went on, " with the man that brought the barrow-load of meat to the stable. We picked out the tastiest bits and arranged them round Flood's breakfast table for In the Curranhilty Country 49 him. They smelt very nice. Well, I'm delaying you with my talking " Flurry's hounds had the run of the season that day. I saw it admirably throughout— from Miss Bennett's pony cart. She drove extremely well, m spite of her strained arm. 'Ml H i IP' i'V' ; il I i m III TRINKET'S COLT IT was petty sessions day in Skebawn, a cold, 1 grey day of February. A case of trespass had dragged its burden of cross summonses and cross swearmg far into the afternoon, and when I left the bench my head was singing from the bellow- ings of the attorneys, and the smell of their clients was heavy upon my palate. The streets still testified to the fact that it was market day, and I evaded with difficulty the sinuous course of carts full of soddenly screwed people and steered an equally devious one for myself among the groups anchored round the doors of the public-houses. Skebawn possesses, among its legion of public-houses, one establishment which timorously, and almost imperceptibly, proffers tea to the thirsty. I turned in there, as was my custom on court days, and found the little dingy den, known as the Ladies' Coffee-Room, in the occupancy of my friend Mr. Florence McCarthy Knox, who was drinking strong tea and eating buns with serious simplicity. It was a first and quite unexpected glimpse of that domesticity that has now become a marked feature in his character. so Trinket's Colt ^j "You're the very man I wanted to see," I said as I sat down beside him at the oilcloth-covered table; "a man I know in England who is not much o a judge of character has asked me to buy him a four-year-old down here, an^ a. I should 'if^-^^rp- DRINKING STRONG TKA AND EATING BUNS WITH SERIOUS SIMPLICITY rather be stuck by a friend than a dealer. I wish you'd take over the job." Flurry poured himself out another cup of tea and dropped three lumps of sugar into it in silence. II m 'ill 52 .So/w^ Experiences of an Irish ^M. Finally he said, "There isn't a four-year-old in this country that I'd be seen dead with at a nie fair." ^ ^ This was discouraging, from the premier autho- rity on horse-flesh in the district. "But it isn't six weeks since you told me you had the finest filly in your stables that was ever foaled in the County Cork," I protested; "what's wrong with her ? " "Oh, is it that filly?" said Mr. Knox with a lenient smile ; "she's gone these three weeks from me. I swapped her and £6 for a three-year-old Ironmonger colt, and after that I swapped the colt and £ig for that Bandon horse I rode last week at your place, and after that again I sold the Bandon horse for £ys to old Welply, and I had to give him back a couple of sovereigns luck- money. You see I did pretty well with the filly after all." ^ "Yes, yes— oh rather," I assented, as one dizzily accepts the propositions of a bimetallist; "and you don't know of anything else ?" The room in which we were seated was closely screened from the shop by a door with a muslin- curtained window in it ; several of the panes were broken, and at this juncture two voices that had for some time carried on a discussion forced them- selves upon our attention. "Begging your pardon for contradicting you, ma'am," said the voice of Mrs. McDonald, pro- prietress of the tea-shop, and a leading light in Skebawn Dissenting circles, shriHy tremulous with mt I'" Trinket's Colt .^ Agnation, "if the servants I recommend you won t stop With you, it's no fault of mine. If ofTour J '"r? ^"J' ^'^ ''' P^^^^"g g^-«« out of your gravel, m place of their proper work certamly they will give warning » " ' The voice that replied struck me as being a notable one, well-bred and imperious. "When I take a barefooted slut out of a cabin I don t expect her to dictate to me what her duties are i Flurry jerked up his chin in a noiseless laugh. It s my grandmother !' ' he whispered. '< I bet vou Mrs McDonald don't get much change out of he' !" tn oh» ,, ' ^" *° '='^''" "'^ P'g-='y ' »Pect her wo,nH h "'' T"""''^ *'"^ '°'=« '" ^<='="'t^ that d^t^Vmirdo r ' "='^='" '°'*^ '''^■^*^^ "^^ ^-^ "ifTw Tk"' ■""'""'" ''*"'^<* '^'^- McDonald, needn t come here again looking for th-m. I con- Chr[stfa°n 1"'°"""'' '' "'""'' *"' "' => ""'y "°^ « "Don't you, indeed?" replied Flurry's grand mother. "Well, your opinion doesn't greatfy d" t tress me, for, to tell you the truth, I don't think you're much of a judge." "Didn't I tell you she'd score?" murmured Flurry, who was by this time applying his eye to a hole m the muslin curtain. " She's off," he went on returning to his tea. " She's a great Character o^ hlrf i'"*'"!.^' '•'"'' =• "^^y- »"'' ^he's as sound on her legs as a three-year-old ! Did you see that I' i ill If 54 Some Experiences of an Irish %M, old shandrydan of hers in the street a while ago, and a fellow on the box with a red beard on him like Robinson Crusoe? That old mare that was on the near side— Trinket her name is— is mighty near clean bred. I can tell you her foals are worth a bit of money." I had heard of old Mrs. Knox of Aussolas ; in- deed, I had seldom dined out in the neighbourhood without hearing some new story of her and her remarkable manage, but it had not yet been my privilege to meet her. "Well, now," went on Flurry in his slow voice, " I'll tell you a thing that's just come into my head. My grandmother promised me a foal of Trinket's the day I was one-and-twenty, and that's five years ago, and deuce a one I've got from her yet. You never were at Aussolas ? No, you were not. Well, I tell you the place there is like a circus with horses. She has a couple of score of them running wild in the woods, like deer." "Oh, come," I said, " I'm a bit of a liar myself—" " Well, she has a dozen of them anyhow, rattling good colts too, some of them, but they might as well be donkeys for all the good they are to me or any one. It's not once in +hree years she sells one, and there she has them walking after her for bits of sugar, like a lot of dirty lapdogs," ended Flurry with disgust. " Well, what's your plan ? Do you want me to make her a bid for one of the lapdogs ? " " I was thinking," replied Flurry, with great de- liberation, " that my birthday's this week, and maybe Trinket* s Colt SS li I could work a four-year-old colt of Trinket's she has out of her in honour of the occasion." "And sell your grandmother's birthday present to me ? " "Just that, I suppose," answered Flurry with a slow wink. A few days afterwards a letter from Mr. Knox mformed me that he had "squared the old lady, and It would be all right about the colt." He further told me that Mrs. Knox had been good enough to offer me, with him, a day's snipe shoot- mg on the celebrated Aussolas bogs, and he pro- posed to drive me there the following Monday, if convenient. Most people found it convenient to shoot the Aussolas snipe bog when they po\. the chance. Eight o'clock on the following Monday mornmg saw Flurry, myself, and a groom packed mto a dogcart, with portmanteaus, gun-cases, and two rampant red setters. It was a long drive, twelve miles at least, and a very cold one. We passed through long tracts of pasture country, fraught, for Flurry, with memories of runs, which were recorded for me, fence by fence, in every one of which the biggest dog-fox in the country had gone to ground, with not two feet— measured accurately on the handle of the whip— between him and the leading hound • through bogs that imperceptibly melted into lakes^ and finally down and down into a valley, where the fir-trees of Aussolas clustered darkly round a glittering lake, and all but hid the grey roofs and pointed gables of Aussolas Castle. i \-: li. ksl , 1 56 Some Experiences of an Irish %M. "There's a nice stretch of a demesne for you" remarked Flurry, pointing downwards with the whip, "and one little old woman holding it all in the heel of her fist. Well able to hold it she is, too, and^ always was, and sne'll live twenty years yet, if It s only to spite the whole lot of us, and when all's said and done goodness knows how she'll 1 ave it ! " " It strikes me you were lucky to keep her up to her premise about the colt," I said. Flurry administered a composing kick to the ceaseless strivings of the red setters under the seat I used to be rather a pet with her," he said, after a pause ; " but mind you, I haven't got hirr yet, and if she gets any notion I want to sell him 1 11 never get him, so say nothing about the business to her. The tall gates of Aussolas shrieked on their hmges as they admitted us, and shut with a clang behind us, in the faces of an old mare and a couple of young horses, who, foiled in their break for the excitements of the outer world, turned and galloped defiantly on either side of us. Flurry's admirable cob hammered on, regardless of all things save his duty. " He's the only one I have that I'd trust myself fu 1 '".'^^"^ ^'' "'^'*^"' ^^^^^"g him approvingly with the whip ; "there are plenty of people afraid to come here at all, and when my grandmother goes out driving she has a boy on the box with a basket full of stones to peg at them. Talk of the dickens, here she is herself ! " Trinket's Colt SI A short, upright old woman was approaching, preceded by a white woolly dog with sore eyes and a bark like a tin trumpet; we both got out of the trap and advanced to meet the lady of the manor. I may summarise her attire by saying that she looked as if she had robbed a scarecrow ; her face was small and incongruously ref.ied, the skinny hand that she extended to me had the grubby tan that bespoke the professional gardener, and was decorated with a magnificent diamond ring. On her head was a massive purple velvet bonnet. " I am very glad to meet you. Major Yeates," she said with an old-fashioned precision of utterance ; "your grandfather was a dancing partner of mine in old days at the Castle, when he was a handsome young aide-de-camp there, and I was you may judge for yourself what I was." She ended with a startling little hoot of laughter, and I was aware that she quite realised the world's opinion of her, and was indifferent to it. Our way to the bogs took us across Mrs. Knox's home farm, and through a large field in which several young horses were grazing. "There now, that's my fellow," said Flurry, pointing to a fine-looking colt, "the chestnut with the white diamond on his forehead. He'll run mto three figures before he's done, but we'll not tell that to the old lady ! " The famous Aussolas bogs were as full of snipe as usual, and a good deal fuller of water than any bogs I had ever shot bdfore. 1 was on my day, \m ^: .; I D i f • 58 Some Experiences of an Irish %M. The sunset had waned, and a big white moon 5 ^u '^°'""- '^^' '^dividual, whom I recos- "n :Va .: r ;r;f :;:'.^, r '™^'" =""^"'''' .spf. Ti,« n " " ""^ ''oes not often to fh^Itn It r*"^ f'" "■'•'^ ^''* dark oak up to the gallery that ra., roimd three sides of it, the arid blackened portraits of Flurry's ancestors on h. spmdle side stared sourly down on their de scendant as he tramped upstairs with the boe mouiii on his hobnailed boots ^ We had just changed into dry clothes when Robmson Crusoe shoved his red beard roun Jthe corner of the door, with the information that he mistress sa.d we were to stay for dinner. My he" t sank t was then barely half-past five. I saTd somethmg about having „o evening clothes and havmg to get home early. "Sure the dinner'll be in another half-hour," said Robmson Crusoe, joining hospitably in the co^ bSsTe"?' "' " '"' ^™"'"S clothes— God The door closed behind him. "Never mind," said Flurry, "I dare say you'll be I fhoTe"? H° r' r^*'^ "' '"^ "y '"e time you gethome. He laughed. "Poo ■ Upper !" he added !'i Trinket's Colt 59 inconseqaently, and only laughed again when I asked ior an explanation. Old Mrs. Knox received us in the library, where she was seated by a roaring turf fire, which lit the room a good deal more effectively than the pair of candies that stood beside her in tall silver candle- sticks. Ceaseless and implacable growls from under her chair indicated the presence of the woolly dog. She talked with confounding culture of the books that rose all round her to the ceiling ; her evening dress was accomplished by means of an additional white shawl, rather dirtier than its congeners ; as I took her in to dinner she quoted Virgil to me, and in the same breath screeched an objurgation at a being whose matted head rose suddenly into view from behind an ancient Chinese screen, as I have seen the head of a Zulu woman peer over a bush. Dinner was as incongruous as everything else. Detestable soup in a splendid old silver tureen that was nearly as dark in hue as Robinson Crusoe's thumb; a perfect salmon, perfectly cooked, on a chipped kitchen dish ; such cut glass as is not easy to find nowadays; sherry that, as Flurry subsequently remarked, would burn the shell off an egg ; and a bottle of port, draped in immemorial cobwebs, wan with age, and probably priceless. Throughout the vicissitudes of the meal Mrs. Knox's conversation flowed on undismayed, directed some- times at me-she had installed me in the position Oi friend of her youth, and talked to me as if I were my own grandfather-sometimes at Crusoe with whom she had several heated ar?ument« and m m \[. 6o Some Experiences of an Irish %M. sometimes she would make a statement of remark- able frankness on the subject of her horse-farming attairs to Flurry, who, very much on his best behaviour, agreed with all she said, and risked no origmal remark. As I listened to them both I remembered with infinite amusement how he had told me once that "a pet name she had for him was 'Tony Lumpkin,' and no one but herself knew what she meant by it." It seemed strange that she made no allusion to Trinket's colt or to Flurry's birthday, but, mindful of my instructions, I held my peace. As, at about half-past eight, we drove away in the moonlight. Flurry congratulated me solemnly on my success with his grandmother. He was good enough to tell me that she would marry me to-morrow if I asked her, and he wished I would even if it was only to see what a nice grandson he d be for me. A sympathetic giggle behind me told me that Michael, on the back seat, had heard and relished the jest. We had left the gates of Aussolas about half a mile behind when, at the corner of a by-road Flurry pulled up. A short squat figure arose from' the black shadow of a furze bush and came out mto the moonlight, swinging its arms like a cab- man and cursing audibly. "Oh murdher, oh murdher, Misther Flurry » What kept ye at all ? 'Twould perish the crows to be waiting here the way I am these two hours " "Ah, shut your mouth, Slipper!" said Flurry, Trinket's Colt 6i whO; to my surprise, had turned back the rug and was taking off his driving coat, " I couldn't help it. Come on, Yeates, we've got to get out here." "What for?" I asked, in not unnatural be- wilderment. "It's all right. I'll tell you as we go along," replied my companion, who was already turning to follow Slipper up the by-road. "Take the trap on, Michael, and wait at the River's Cross." He waited for me to come up with him, and then put his hand on my arm. " You see, Major, this is the way it is. My grandmother's given me that colt right enough, but if I waited for her to send him over to me I'd never see a hair of his tail. So I just thought that as we were over here we might as well take him back with us, and maybe you'll give us a help with him; he'll not be altogether too handy for a first go off." I was staggered. An infant in arms could scarcely have failed to discern the fishiness of the transaction, and I begged Mr. Knox not to put himself to this trouble on my account, as I had no doubt I could find a horse for my friend else- where. Mr. Knox assured me that it was no trouble at all, quite the contrary, and that, since his grandmother had given him the colt, he saw no reason why he should not take him when he wanted him ; also, that if I didn't want him he'd be glad enough to keep him himself ; and finally, that I wasn't the chap to ^o :)ack on a friend, but I was welcome to drive F;cick to Shreelane with Michael this minute if I Hked. #■ i(i \ n K ii! ir*% \A'': 62 Some Experiences of an Irl^h ^M. Of course I yielded ic the end. I told Flurry I should lose my job over the business, and he said I could then marry his grandmother, and the discussion was abruptly closed by t! . ;.oceo&ity of following Slipper over a locked five-barred gate. Our pioneer took us over about half a mile of country, knocking down stone gaps where prac- ticable and scrambling over tall banks in the de- ceptive moonlight. We found ourselves at length in a field with a shed in one corner of it; in a dim group of farm buildings a little way off a light was shining. " Wait here," said Flurry to me in a whisper ; " the less noise the better. It's an open shed, and we'll just slip in and coax him out." Slipper unwound from his waist a halter, and my colleagues glided like spectres into the shadow of the shed, leaving me to meditate on my duties as Resident Magistrate, and on the quest )ns that would be asked in the Houi by or loca nember when Slipper had given away the adventure in his cups. In less than a minute three shadows emerged from the shed, where two had gone in. Thev had got the colt. "He came out as quiet as a cp w^ n he winded the sugar," said Flurry; "it s 11 for me I filled my pociiets from grandmaimna's sugar basin." He and Slipper had a rope from each side of the colt's head; they took him quickly across a Trinket's Colt m 63 field towards a gate. The colt stepped daintily between them over the moonlit grass ; he snorted occasionally, but appeared on the whole amenable. The trouble began later, and was due, as trouble often is, to the beguilements of a short cut. Against the maturcr judgment of Slipper, Flurry insisted on followmg a route that he assured us he knew as well as his own pocket, and the co- sequence was that in about five minutes I found myself standing on tup of a bank hanging on to a rope on the other end of which the colt dangled and danced, while Flurry, with the other rope, lav prone in the ditch, and Slipper administered to the bewildei. d colt's hindquarters such chastise- ment as coulc 1 ventured on. I have no space to na.rate in detail the atrocious difficulties and ^ asters of the short cut. How the colt set to w ork to uck, and went away across a field, dragging the fa. ul Slipper, literally ventre- d-terre, after him, while I pickc d myself in ignominy out of a briar patch, and Flurry cursed himself black in the face. How we were attacked by ferocious cur dogs, and I lost my eyeglass : and how, as we neared the River's Cross, Flurry espied ihe police patrol on the road, and we all hid behind a rick of turf, while I realised in fulness what an exceptional ass I was, to have been be- guiled into an enterprise that involved hiding with Slipper from the Royal Irish Constabulary. Let it suffice to say that Trinket's infernal offspring was finally handed over on the high- road to Mici ael and Slipper, and Flurry drove •• # ^M "« ^^id 'he words his face changed. "Holy fly." he ejaculated, "i^t ha! her dog coming into the field ? Look a her bonnet over the wall 1 Hide, hide for your ife'^ He caught me by the shoulder and shoved me down among the furze bushes before I r!ali,Tri what had happened. realised "Get in there! I'll talk to her " J^^ ^^ *'■" "=°"'^'^ 'hat at the mere sieht of Mrs Knox's purple bonnet my heart had urned to water. In that moment [ knTw what .t would be like to tell her how I, having elten he" besT;"orrh T"'^ 'T ''"°*="'°-' ^^ ^^k he horse ; 1 T^ ^"' ""'^ ""^'P^^ '° ^'eal of honour- I font ?^™/'' "^ '"Snity, my sense ot Jionour, I took the furze prickles to my breast and wallowed in them. ^ * Mrs. Knox had advanced with vengeful soeed • at no great distance from where I lay • varvS sounds of hattio r»,n!,.j .^„ . '' trying -"Cn^u me, and ( gathered i \ 'v ■ I 4 ' li:; p i '1 f i !M ' '" i*<; '!' t i 3} w iu.. i . k 11 1^ y, 1 ! if ■If'! m ' 68 Some 'Experiences of an Irish ^.Af. that Flurry was not — to put it mildly — shrinking from that economy of truth that the situation required. "Is it that curby, long - backed brute ? You promised him to me long ago, but I wouldn't be bothered with him ! " The old lady uttered a laugh of shrill derision. " Is it likely I'd promise you my best colt ? And still more, is it likely that you'd refuse him if I did?" • " Very well,'*ma'am." Flurry's voice was admir- ably indignant. "Then I suppose I'm a liar and a thief." "I'd be more obliged to you for the informa- tion if I hadn't known it before," responded his grandmother with lightning speed ; " if you swore to me on a stack of Bibles you knew nothing about my colt I wouldn't believe you ! I shall go straight to Major Yeates and ask his advice. I believe him to be a gentleman, in spite of the company he keeps ! " I writhed deeper into the furze bushes, and thereby discovered a sandy rabbit run, along which I crawled, with my cap well over my eyes, and the furze needles stabbing me through my stock- ings. The ground shelved a little, promising pro- founder concealment, but the bushes were very thick, and I laid hold of the bare stem of one to help my progress. It lifted out of the ground in my hand, revealing a freshly-cut stump. Some- thing snorted, not a yard away ; I glared through the opening, and was confronted by the long, l5i Trinkefs Colt 69 horrified face of Mrs. Knox's colt, mysteriously on a level with my own. Even without the white diamond on his fore- head I should have divined the truth ; but how in the name of wonder had Flurry persuaded him to couch like a woodcock in the heart of a furze brake? For a full minute I lay as still as death for fear of frightening him, while the voices of Flurry and his grandmother raged on alarmingly close to me. The colt snorted, and blew long breatfis through his wide nostrils, but he did not move. I crawled an inch or two nearer, and after a few seconds of cautious peering I grasped the position. They had buried him. A small sandpit among the furze had been utilised as a grave; they had filled him in up to his withers with sand, and a few furze bushes, artistically disposed round the pit, had done the rest. As the depth of Flurry's guile was revealed, laughter came upon me like a flood; I gurgled and shook apoplectically, and the colt gazed at me with serious surprise, until a sudden outburst of barking close to my elbow administered a fresh shock to my tottering nerves. Mrs. Knox's woolly dog had tracked me into the furze, and was now baying the colt and me with mingled terror and indignation. I addressed him in a whisper, with perfidious endearments, advancing a crafty hand towards him the while' made a snatch for the back of his neck, missed It badly, and got him by the ragged fleece of his I •' 1 t^^^^l III' ;'■ 1 '^ I 1 '" 4 il 1 :'li ■ ;■ J i 70 &OTf Experiences of an Irish %M. hind-quarters as he tried to flee. If I had flayed him ahve he could hardly have uttered a more 3^ I ADVANCED A CRAFTY HAND deafening series of yells, but, like a fool, instead of letting him go, I dragged him towards me, and tried to stifle the noise by holding his muzzle. V V Trinket's Colt 71 The tussle lasted engrossingly for a few seconds, and then the climax of the nightmare arrived. Mrs. Knox's voice, close behind me, said, " Let go my dog this instant, sir ! Who are you " Her voice faded away, and I knew that she also had seen the colt's head. I positively felt sorry for her. At her age there was no knowmg what effect the shock might have on her. I scrambled to my feet and confronted her. " Major Yeates ! " she said. There was a deathly pause. " Will you kindly tell me," said Mrs. Knox slowly, "am I in Bedlam, or are you ? And what ts that ? She pointed to the colt, and that unfortunate animal, recognising the voice of his mistress uttered a hoarse and lamentable whinny. Mrs! Knox felt around her for support, found only furze prickles, gazed speechlessly at me, and then to her eternal honour, fell into wild cackles of laughter. So, I may say, did Flurry and I. I embarked on my explanation and broke down ; Flurry followed suit and broke down too. Overwhelming laughter held us all three, disintegrating our very souls. Mrs. Knox pulled herself together first. "I acquit you. Major Y.^alcs, I acquit you, though appearances are ag^^inft you. It's clear enough to me you've fallen imoiig thieves." She stopped and glowered at Slurry. Her purple bonnet was over one eye. " I'll thank you, sir," she said, "to dig out that horse before I leave i aCi rii • •(1 1 t ill 'I'U IK I, 72 Some Experiences of an Irish ^.Af. this place. And when you've dug him out you may keep him. I'll be no receiver of stolen goods ! " She broke off and shook her fist at him. " Upon my conscience, Tony, I'd give a guinea to have thought of it myself ! " ■■^i >)i< I 11* ; f ' m ,, j - ; II IV THE WATERS OF STRIFE 1 ^h.^y ^"1 Callaghan's face long before I was His .eve, zz iTzZLryi^s.^^::' sion somewhere among the knot of ?. ? somef,mes held my horse for me-"L i, tn' free interpreta'^ion L ITJL o ^^^"'The announcement of my name on the posters Is I patron-a privilege acquired at the coTZ\ luctant half-sovereign-Vade it ituXt" on me' li rdiN ; 4fn 1' ! j I I* s t I U 1 , 'J ! 11 74 Some Experiences of an Irish ^M. to put in an appearance, even though the festival coincided with my Petty Sessions day at Skebawn ; and at some five of the clock on a brilliant September afternoon I found myself driving down the stony road that dropped in zigzags to the borders of the lake on which the races were to come off. I believe that the selection of Lough Lonen as the scene of the regatta was not unconnected with the fact that the secretary of the club owned a public-house at the cross roads at one end of it; none the less, the president of the Royal Academy could scarcely have chosen more picturesque sur- roundings. A mountain towered steeply up from the lake's edge, dark with the sad green of beech- trees in September ; fir woods followed the curve of the shore, and leaned far over the answering darkness of the water ; and above the trees rose the toppling steepnesses of the hill, painted with a purple glow of heather. The lake was about a mile long, and, tumbling from its farther end, a fierce and narrow river fled away west to the sea, some four or five miles off. I had not seen a boat race since I was at Oxford, and the words still called up before my eyes a vision of smart parasols, of gorgeous barges, of snowy-clad youths, and of low ilim outriggers, winged with the level flight of oars, slitting the water to the sway of the line of flat backs. Cer- tainly undreamed-of possibilities in aquatics were revealed to me as I reined in the Quaker on the outskirts of the crowd, and saw below me the I* 9 »< The Waters of Strife 75 festival of the Sons of Liberty in full swing. Boats of all shapes and sizes, outrageously overladen, moved about the lake, with oars flourishing to the strains of concertinas. Black swarms of people seethed along the water's edge, congesting here and there round the dingy tents and stalls of green apples ; and the club's celebrated brass band, en- throned in a wagonette, and stimulated by the presence of a barrel of porter on the box-seat, was belching forth " The Boys of Wexford," under the guid- ance of a disre- putable ex-militia drummer, in a series of crashing discords. Almost as I arrived a pistol- shot set the echoes clattering round the lake, and three boats burst out abreast from the throng into the open water. Two of the crews were in shirt-sleeves, the third wore the green jerseys of the football club ; the boats were of the heavy sea-going build, and pulled six oars apiece, oars of which the looms were scarcely narrower than the blades, and were, of the two, but a ■n!i|i THE BANDMASTER OF "THE SONS OF liberty" m :%','.■■ ■I I 76 Some Experiences of an Irish ^M. shade heavier. None the less the rowers started dauntlessly at thirty-five strokes a minute, quicken- ing up, incredible as it may seem, as they rounded the mark boat in the first lap of the two-mile course. The rowing was, in general style, more akin to the action of beating up eggs with a fork than to any other form of athletic exercise ; but in its unorthodox way it kicked the heavy boats along at a surprising pace. The oars squeaked and grunted against the thole-pins, the coxswams kept up an unceasing flow of oratory, and superfluous little boys in punts contrived to intervene at all the more critical turning-points of the race, only evadin^- ihv flail of the oncoming oars by performing prodij:{ies of "waggling" with a single oar at the sierra, I took out my watch and counted the strokes, when they were passing the mark boat for the second time ; they were pulling a fraction over forty; one of the shirt- sleeved crews was obviously in trouble, the other, with humped backs and jerking oars, was holding Its own against the green jerseys amid the blended yells of friends and foes. When for the last time they rounded the green flag there were but two boats m the race, and the foul that had been imminent throughout was at length achieved with a rattle of oars and a storm of curses. They were clear again in a moment, the shirt-sleeved crew getting away with a distinct lead, and it was at about this juncture that I l>ecame aware that the coxswains had abandoned their long-handled tillers, and were standing over their respective " strokes," ijii M n The Waters of Strife 77 shoving frantically at their oars, and maintaining the while a ceaseless bawl of encouragement and defiance. It looked like a foreijone conclusion for the leaders, and the war of cheers rose to frenzy. The word "cheering," indeed, is but an euphuism, and in no way expresses the serrated yell, composed of epithets, advice, and impre- cations, that was flung like a live thing at the oncoming boats. The green jerseys answered to this stimulant with a wild spurt that drove the bow of their boat within a measurable distance of their opponents' stroke oar. In another second a thoroughly successful foul would have been effected, but the cox of the leading boat proved himself equal to the emergency by unshipping his tiller, and with it deahng "bow" of the green jerseys such a blow over the head as efifectually dis- missed him from the sphere of practical politics. A great roar of laughter greeted this teat of arms, and a voice at my dogcart's wheel pierced the clamour — " More power to ye, Larry, me owld darlin' 1 " I looked down and saw Bat Callaghan, with shining eyes, and a face white with excitement, poising himself on one foot on the box of my wheel in order to get a better view of the race. Almost before I had time to recognise him, a man in a green jersey caught him round the legs and jerked him down. Callaghan fell into the throng, recovered himself in an instant, and rushed, white and dangerous, at his assailant. The Son of Liberty was no less ready for the fray, and what is known IMAGE EVALUATION TEST TARGET (MT-3) 1.0 ^la 1^ Is IS 1.1 f.'^l^ IL25 i 1.4 1.6 HiotDgraphic Sciences Corporation .£.3 TTC3I mntrt ^inccT WEBSTER, N.Y. 14580 (716) 872-4503 y. ^>" '^ ,.^ F.<^ n,^^ f/- i 78 Some Experiences of an Irish %M. •more power to ye. LARRY, ME OWLD DARLIN' ! " in Ireland as "the father and mother of a row" was im- minent. Al- ready, however, oneof those un- equalled judges of the moral temperature of a crowd, a ser- geant of the R.I.C., had quietly inter- posed his bulky person between the comba- tants, and the coming trouble was averted. Elsewhere battle Was rag- ing. The race was over, and the commit- tee boat was hemmed in by the rival crews, supplemented by craft of all kinds. The "ob- jection " was being lodged. The Waters of Strife 79 and in its turn objected to, and I can only liken the process to the screaming warfare of seagulls round a piece of carrion. The tumult was still at Its height when out of its very heart two four- oared boats broke forth, and a pistol shot pro- claimed that another race had begun, the public interest in which was specially keen, owing to the tact that the rowers were stalwart country girls who made up in energy what they lacked in skill. It was a short race, once round the mark boat only, and, like a successful farce, it " went with a roar" from start to finish. Foul after foul, each followed by a healing interval of calm during which the crews, who had all caught crabs' were recovering themselves and their oars, marked Its progress; and when the two boats, locked m an inextricable embrace, at length passed the winning flag, and the crews, oblivious of judges and public, fell to untrammelled personal abuse and to doing up their hair, I decided that I had seen the best of the fun, and prepared to go home. It was, as it happened, the last race of ^he day and nothing remained in the way of excitement save the greased pole with the pig slung in a bag at the end of it. My final impression of the Lough Lonen Regatta was of Callaghan's lithe figure sleek and dripping, against the yellow sky, a1 he poised on the swaying pole with the broken gold of the water beneath him. Limited as was my experience of the South-west Of Ireland, I was in no way surprised to hear on r, 80 Some Experiences of an Irish %,M, the following afternoon from Peter Cadogan that there had been "sthrokes" the night before, when the boys were going home from the regatta, and Pole ^°^'^^ ^^^^ searching for one Jimmy "What do they want him for ? " I asked. " Sure it's according as a man that was bringing a car of bogwood was tellln' me, sir,'" answered Peter, pursumg his occupation of washing the dogcart with unabated industry; "they say jimmy's wife went roaring to the police, saying she could get no account of her husband." "I suppose he's beaten some fellow and is hidmg," I suggested. "Well, that might be, sir," asserted Peter respect- fully. He phed his mop vigorously in intricate places about the springs, which would, I knew, have never been explored save for my presence. "It's what John Hennessy was saying, that he was hard set to get his horse past Cluin Cross the way the blood was sthrewn about the road "' re sumed Peter ; "sure they were fighting like 4asps m It half the night." ^ " Who were fighting ? " "I couldn't say, indeed, sir. Some o' thim low rakish lads from the town, I suppose," replied Peter with virtuous respectability. When Peter Cadogan was quietly and intel- ligently candid, to pursue an inquiry was seldom of much avail. Next day in Skebawn I met little Murray the district inspector, very alert and smart in his rifle- IS The Waters of Strife 8 1 green uniform, going forth to collect evidence about the fight. He told me that the police were pretty certain that one of the Sons of Liberty, named Foley, had been murdered, but, as usual, the difficulty was to get any one to give informa- tion ; all that was known was that he was gone, and that his wife had identified his cap, which had been found, drenched with blood, by the roadside. Murray gave it as his opinion that the whole busi- ness had arisen out of the row over the disputed race, and that there must have been a dozen people looking on when the murder was done ; but so far no evidence vas forthcoming, and after a day and a night of search the police had not been able to find the body. ^^ "No," said Flurry Knox, who had joined us, "and if it was any of those mountainy men did away with him you might scrape Ireland with a sm 30th comb and you'll not get him ! " 'i^.^.i evening I smoked an after-dinner cigarette out of doors in the mild starlight, strolling about the rudimentary paths of what would, I hoped, some day be Philippa's garden. The bats came stooping at the red end of my cigarette, and from .the covert behind the house I heard once or twice the delicate bark of a fox. Civilisation seemed a thousand miles off, as far away as the falling star that had just drawn a hne of pale fire half-way down the northern sky. I had been nearly a year at Shreelane House by myself now, and the time seemed very long to me. It was slow work putting by money, even under the austerities of \ ^ 5 (' V '^l ft! I ... i I < ',1 I n r i'' : I m Ir 82 Some Experiences of an Irish %M. Mrs. Cadogan's r/g-tme, and though I had warned Phihppa I meant to marry her alter Christmas, there were moments, and this was one of them when it seemed an idle threat. ' " Pether ! " the strident voice of Mrs. Cadogan intruded upon my meditations. "Go tell the Major his coffee is waitin' on him ! " 1 went gloomily into the house, and, with a re- signation born of adversity, swallowed the mixture ot chicory and liquorice which my housekeeper possessed the secret of distilling from the best and most expensive coffee. My theory about it was that It added to the illusion that I had dined and moreover that it kept me awake, and I gene- rally had a good deal of writing to do after dinner. Having swallowed it I went downstairs and out past the kitchen regions to my office, a hideous whitewashed room, in which I interviewed police- men, and took affidavits, and did most of my official writing. It had a door that opened into the yard, and a window that looked out in the other direction, among lanky laurels and scrubby hollies, where lay the cats' main thoroughfare from the scullery window to the rabbit holes in the wood. I had a good deal of work to do, and the time passed quickly. It was Friday night,' and from the kitchen at the end of the passage came the gabbling murmur, in two alternate keys, that I had learned to recognise as the recital of a htany by my housekeeper and her nephew Peter. This performance was followed by some of those dreary and heart-rending yawns that are, I think, T/ie Heaters of Strife 83 peculiar to Irish kitchens, then such of the cats as had returned from the chase were loudly sheo- herded into the back scullery, the kitchen door Shut with a slam, and my retainers retired to fi ■V'?^u"^"'5' half-an-hour afterwards when I finished the notes I had been making on an adjourned case of "stroke-hauling" salmon in the rtf !l uT^"* preparatory to turning in ; my houghts had again wandered on a sentim;nta^ journey across the Irish Channel, when I heard a slight stir of some kind outside the open window. In the wilds of Ireland no one troubles themselves shuTh^"'?;''' IT^ ""''•'■ ' «>°"g*'t, "I must Shut the window before I go to bed." Almost immediately there followed a faint tap on the wmdow, and then a voice said in a hoarse and hurried whisper, "Them that wants Jim Foley let them look in the river ! " ^ If I had kept my head I should have sat still and encouraged a further confidence, but unfortunately I acted on the impulse of the natural man, and was at the window in a jump, knocking down my chair, and making noise enough to scare a far ess shy bird than an Irish informer. Of course there was no one there. I Hstened, with every nerve as taut as a violin string. It was quite dark ; there was just breeze enough to make a rustling in the evergreens, so that a man might brush through them without being heard ; and while I debated on a plan of action there came from ■ \ I I 1... i. i II- i 84 •S'o/w^ Experiences of an Irish %M, beyond the shrubbery the jar and twang of a loose strand of wire in the paling by the wood. My informant, whoever he might be, had vanished mto the darkness from which he had come as irrecoverably as had the falling star that had written its brief message across the sky, and gone out again into infinity. I got up very early next morning and drove to Skebawn to see Murray, and offer him my mysterious information for what it was worth. Personally I did not think it worth much, and was disposed to regard it as a red herring drawn across the trail. Murray, however, was not in a mood to despise anything that had a suggestion to make, having been out till nine o'clock the night before without being able to find any clue to the hiding- place of James Foley. "The river's a good mile from the place where the fight was," he said, straddling his compasses over the Ordnance Survey map, "and there's no sort of a road they could have taken him along, but a tip like this is always worth trying. I re- member in the Land League time how a man came one ^aturday night to my window and told me there were holes drilled in the chapel door to shoot a boycotted man through while he was at mass. The holes were there right enough, and you may be quite sure that chap found excellent reasons for having family prayers at home next day ! " I had sessions to attend on the extreme out- skirts of my district, and could not wait, as Murray "-' — [ i i iiiii rrn iii The Waters of Strife 8j suggested, to see the thing out. I did not oM \°Z h" /I? 'f °"'"« '•"y- -" -"^ '" ' ar iv'd I found a letter from Murray awaiting me. Your pal was right. We found Foley's body he weir'Vh""!"'"! ="'°"' ='2=""^' »he posts o^ the weir. The head was wrapped in his own we suspect a fellow named Bat Callafihan who has bolted, but there were a lot of them in it Possibly ,t was Callaghan himself who g" e you the tip , you never can tell how superftition^s f:.7to!L^o;.^" "^''v ^•'^ '« "^ -^e The coroner's jury took a cautious view of the ' "ea'th bv '^.^'^f'^Phe, and brought in a verd ct o1 death by misadventure," and I presently found it to be my duty to call a magisterial inquiry to further tlsk cf t f ' ' "*' *"S='e«'' '" the delicate l^n^ °' ^^Pl^yng to my landlord, Mr. Flurry Knox, the defects of the pantry sink, when Mrs fu^,°T ^fT''^ "P°" "^ *'"> the'informa«rn thankful r " ?'l''^'"'" f™™ C'"'" -°"'d be I present 1°, ..Tfi '° '"^' »"'' "ad brought me a present ot " a fine young goose." " Is she come over here looking for Bat ?" said Flurry, withdrawing his arm and thf longest ktche^ ladle from he pipe that he had been probing "she ma°vb: ft^^h'thr^"' """"^ y°" "iendsf Mar? maybe it s he that's stopping the drain ' " her''l^^;emX"'™^' "" '^^^^ "' '"^ '"'°" mm U. ' jM 86 Some Experiences of an Irish %M, U... God knows I wish yerself was stuck in it, Master Flurry the way ye'd hear Pether cursin' the full o the house when he's striving to wash the things in that unnatural little trough." ^ '; Are you sure it's Peter does all the cursing. ? " re- torted Flurry. " I hear Father Scanlan has it in for you this long time for not going to confession." with rlJ?""^ 'T ' ''"''' *^° "^''^^ *° the chapel with Gods burden on me feet?" demanded Mrs Cadogan ,n purple indignation; "the Blessed Virgin and Docthor Hickey knows well the hard- ship I gets from them. If it wasn't for a pair of the Major s boots he gave me, I'd be hard set to thravel the house itself ! " n.flf^ ?"J^'/ ""'^^^ ^^^^ ^^^" continued indefi- nitely had i not struck up the swords with a request that Mrs. Callaghan might be sent round to the hall door. There we found a tall, grey- haired countrywoman waiting for us at the foot of the steps, in the hooded blue cloak that is t^hTr ^ '^\ T'^ °^ ^^^^^"^' ^^^"^ the fact that she clutched a pocket-handkerchief in her right hand I augured a stormy interview, but nothing could have been more self-restrained and even imposing than the reverence with which she greeted Flurry and me. "Good-morning to your honours," she began with a dignified and extremely imminent snuffle' Y ates bur? h"^'"''? '°' ^'""'^'"^ y°"' ^^^^ Veates, but I haven t a one in the counthry to give me an adwice, and I have no confidence only in your honour's experiments." ^ n The Waters of Strife 87 _ Expeiience, she means," prompted Klurrv Z^ . \ f'l''"' '° y''' ^f"-- '•'l"Ty, after he ^a^'Cf^ ml r ''°"^^' ^^ ^-"^"•' '^-^"'- which P°^,^^*-']-dkerchief was here utilised, after took up herMaNr '™""' ''"• ^^"='^''="' =•«»'" ■ r '. 'r''' '■"" '""■>*' ""'i '«st I'd lose me life if had to go into the coort, and if I dd i"el ure th attorneys could rip no more out o- m. .1 what he did himself." ° ""* "'='" Flur^'carally" '"" ""'=" ^''^ •'^•'•' -9"-^ into'teat ""■ ''"'='«''='" '"""^diately dissolve! "Is it Bat?" she howled "If ti,„ . , Apostles came down from heavl t '^"'" where w « , , ,„.,„ - ,^'>-en ^ The d,v,l a know I know whafs happened hta' He came home with me sober and iood-natur^i from the rogatta, and the next morning he axed I wol/^f 1°' ■;'' '"^=""='^=' «"" God forgive me I wouldnt break the score I was taking lo Z' hotel, and w.t., that he slapped the cup o^ay i^o ' i ! i ii . .V.,. |.|1 88 Some Experiences of an Irish %M, if • the ire and went oat the door, and I never got a word of h:rn since, good nor bad. God knows s I got throuble with that poor boy, and he the only (,„e I have to look to in the world ' " I cut the matter short by asking her what she wanted me to do for her, and sifted out from amongst much extraneous detail the fact that she rehed upon my renowned wisdom and clemency to preserve her from being called as a witness at the coming mquiry. The gift of the goose served ts intended purpose of embarrassing my position but „. sp.te of it I broke to the Widow Call^ my inability to help her. She did not, of course, believe me but she was too well-bred to sa^ attitude '' ''"'' ^''''''"'''' accustomed to this As it turned out, however, Bat Callaghan's mother had nothing to fear from the inquiry candic7" d f' *"T k'''' "^'^^'^^' garrulously candid, and furiously abusive of Murray's principal witness a frightened lad of seventeen, who Tad fX" '.l"' f '" ^'' ^^"^S^^" ^"d Jimmy Foley 'shaping at one another to fight," at an hour when, according to Mrs. Callaghan, Ba" was "lying sthretched on the beddeen with a sick shtomach" in consequence of the malignant character of the porter supplied by the last wrtness's father. ,t all ended,'as such cases so often do in Ireland, in complete moral certainty in the minds of all concerned as to the guilt of the accused, and entire impotence on the part of the law to prove it. A warrant was issued ,¥* The Waters of Strife 89 for the arrest of Bartholomew Callaghan ; and the clans of Callaghan and Foley fought rather more bloodily than usual, as occasion served ; and at uitervals during the next few months' Murniy used to ask me if my friend the murderer had dropped m lately, to which I was wont to reply with condolences on the failure of the R.I.C. to find the Widow Callaghan's only son for her; and that was about all that came of it Events with which the present 3tory has no concern took me to England towards the end of the following March. It so happened that my at Whincastle, within a couple of hours by rail of Phihppa s home, where I was staying, and, since my wedding was now within measurable distance my former brothers -in -arms invited me over to dme and sleep, and to receive a valedictory silver Claret jug that they were magnanimous enough to bestow upon a backslider. I enjoyed the dinner as much as any man can enjoy his dinner when he know, he has to make a speech at the end of it • hrough much and varied conversation I strove' like a nervous mother who cannot trust her off- spring out of her sight, to keep before my mind's eye the opening sentences that I had composed in the ram; I felt that if I could only "get awav" satisfactorily I might trust the Ayala ('89) to do the rest, and of that fount of inspiration there was r>f ^^f- As it turned out, I got away all right, hough the sight of the double line of expectan faces and red mess jackets nearly scattered those ., f ■ 1 wm \ I- -I' w Vs i|i!*: II U' '. I ! I I I! !! 90 Some Experiences of an Irish %M. precious opening sentences, and I am afraid that so far as the various subsequent points went that I had intended to make, I stayed away ; however, neither Demosthenes, nor a Nationalist member at a Cork election, could have been listened to with more gratifying attention, and I sat down, hot and happy, to be confronted, with my own flushed visage, hideously reflected in the glittering paunch of the claret jug. Once safely over the presentation, the evening mellowed into frivolity, and it was pretty late be- fore I found myself settled down to whist, at sixpenny points, in the ancient familiar way, while most of the others fell to playing pool in the billiard-room next door. I have played whist from my youth up ; with the preternatural seriousness of a subaltern, with the self-assurance of a senior captain, with the privileged irascibility of a major • and my eighteen months of abstinence at Shreelane had only whetted my appetite for what I consider the best of games. After the long lonely even- mgs there, with the rats for company, and, for re- laxation, a "deck" of that specially demoniacal American variety of patience known as "Fooly Ann," it was wondrous agreeable to sit again among my fellows, and "lay the longs" on a severely scientific rubber of whist, as though Mrs Cadogan and the Skebawn Bench of Magistrates had never existed. V7e were in the f^-ot game of the second rubber, and I was holding a very nice playing hand ; I had early in the game moved forth my trumps The Waters of Strife 91 to battle, and I was now in the ineffable position of scoring with the small cards of my long suit. The cards fell and fell in silence, and Ballantyne, my partner, raked in the tricks like a machine. The concentrated quiet of the game was suddenly arrested by a sharp, unmistakable sound from the barrack yard outside, the snap of a Lee-Metford rifle. " What was that ? " exclaimed Moffat, the senior major. Before he had finished speaking there was a second shot. " By Jove, those were rifle-shots ! Perhaps I'd better go and see what's up," said Ballantyne, who was captain of the week, throwing down his cards and making a bolt for the door. He had hardly got out of the room when the first long high note of the "assembly" sang out, sudden and clear. We all sprang to our feet, and as the bugle-call went shrilly on, the other men came pouring in from the billiard-room, and stam- peded to their quarters to get their swords. At the same moment the mess sergeant appeared at the outer door with a face as white as his shirt- front. "The sentry on the magazine guard has been shot, sir ! " he said excitedly to Moffat. "They sav he's dead ! " We were all out in the barrack square in an instant; it was clear moonlight, and the square was already alive with hurrying figures cramming on CiOthes and caps as they ran to fall in. I was \l \\\ iill 1 '% iii I 92 Some Experiences of an Irish %M. a free agent these times, and I followed the mess sergeant across the square towards the distant corner where the magazine stands. As we doubled round the end of the men's quarters, we nearly ran into a small party of men who were advancing slowly and heavily in our direction. " '^l^ he is, sir I " said the mess sergeant, stopping himself abruptly. ' *'*' s They were carrying the sentry to the hospital. His busby had fallen off; the moon shone mildly on his pale, convulsed face, and foam and strange inhuman sounds came from his lips. His head was rolling from side to side on the arm of one ot the men who was carrying him ; as it turned towards me I was struck by something disturbingly familiar m the face, and I wondered if he had been in my old company. "What's his name, sergeant ?" I said to the mess sergeant. " Private Harris, sir," replied the sergeant ; " he's only lately come up from the depdt, and this was his hrst time on sentry by himself." I went back to the mess, and hi process of time the others straggled in, thirsting for whiskies-and- sodas, and full of such information as there was to give. Private Harris was not wounded ; both the shots had been fired by him, as was testified by the state of his rifle and the fact that two of the cartridges were missing from the packet in his pouch. " I hear he was a queer, sulky sort of chap always, said Tomkinson, the subaltern of the day. The Waters of Strife 93 "but if he was having a try at suicide he made a bally bad fist of it." " He made as good a fist of it as you did of putting on your sword, Tommy," remarked Ballan- tyne, mdicating a dangling white strap of webbing, that hung down like a tail below Mr. Tomkinson's mess jacket. « Nerves, obviously, in both cases ! " The exquisite satisfaction afforded by this dis- covery to Mr. Tomkinson's brother officers found its natural outlet in a bear fight that threatened to become more or less general, and in the course of which I slid away unostentatiously to bed in Ballantyne's quarters, and took the precaution of barricading my door. Next morning, when I got down to breakfast, I found Ballantyne and two or three others in the mess room, and my first inquiry was for Private Harris. " Oh, the poor chap's dead," said Ballantyne ; "it's a very queer business altogether. I think he must have been wrong in the top storey. The doctor was with him when he came to out of the fit, or whatever it was, and O'Reilly— that's the doctor y' know, Irish of course, and, by the way, poor Harris was an Irishman too— says that he could only jibber at first, but then he got better, and he got out of him that when he had been on sentry-go for about half-an-hour, he happened to look up at the angle of the barrack wall near where it joins the magazine tower, and saw a face looking at him over it. He challenged and got no answer, but the face just stuck there staring at him ; he ? H ! li:1 lilt': A rUh: ^, t1 is 'Si 'I 94 Some Experiences of an Irish ^M, challenged again, and then, as O'Reilly said, he * just oop with his royfle and blazed at it.' " Ballan- tyne was not above the common English delusion that he could imitate an Irish brogue. " Well, what happened then ? " "Well, according to the poor devil's own story, the face just kept on look.ng at him and he had another shot at it, and ' My God Almighty,' he said to O'Reilly, ' it was there always ! ' While he was saying that to O'Reilly he began to chuck another fit, and apparently went on chucking them till he died a couple of hours ago." "One result of it is," said another man, "that they couldn't get a man to go on sentry there alone last night. I expect we shall have to double the sentries there every night as long as we're here." " Silly asses ! " remarked Tomkinson, but he said it without conviction. After breakfast we went out to look at the wall by the magazine. It was about eleven feet high, with a coped top, and they told me there was a deep and wide dry ditch on the outside. A ladder was brought, and we examined the angle of the wall at which Harris said the face had appeared. He had made a beautiful shot, one of his bullets having flicked a piece off the ridge of the coping exactly at the corner. " It's not the kind of shot a man would make if he had been drinking," said Moffat, regretfully abandoning his first simple hypothesis ; " he must have been mad." Ht The Waters of Strife 95 " I wish I could find out who his people are," said Brownlow, the adjutant, who had joined us ; "they found in his box a letter to him from his mother, but we can't make out the name of the place. By Jove, Yeates, you're an Irishman, per- haps you can help us." He handed me a letter in a dirty envelope. There was no address given, the contents were very short, and I may be forgiven if I transcribe them : — r % " My dear Son, I hope you are well as this leaves me at present, thanks be to God for it. I am very much unaisy about the cow. She swelled up this morning, she ran in and was frauding and I did not do but to run up for tom sweeney in the minute. We are thinking it is too much lairels or an eirub she took. I do not know what I will do with her. God help one that's alone with himself I had not a days luck since ye went away. I am thinkin' them that wants ye is tired lookin' for ye. And so I remain, " Your fond Mother." "Well, you don't get much of a lead from the cow, do you ? And what the deuce is an eirub ? " said Brownlow. " It's another way of spelling herb," I said, turning over the envelope abstractedly. The post- mark was almost obliterated, but it struck me it might be construed into the word Skebawn. "Look here," I said suddenly, "let me see \ '! .\'\] Wti ' ii ii> . Ml It;: , ;;;; i 96 Some Experiences of an Irish %.M. a"bouTh J'' ^"' "'"'"^^ ' "^y '"°" --^*^-g The sentry's body had been laid in the dead- house near the hospital, and Brovvnlow fetched the key It was a grim little whitewashed build- ing, without windows, save a small one of lancet !fr.^t /^A ? '",.°"^ sable, through which a streak of April sunlight fell sharp and%lender on the whitewashed wall. The long figure of the seniry lay sheeted on a stone slab, and Brownlow! with his cap in his hand, gently uncovered the I leaned over and looked at it-at the heavy brows, the short nose, the small moustache lying black above the pale mouth, the deep-set eyes sealed m appalling peacefulness. There rose be- Z^ Ta ^^ "^"^ ^^'^ ^^^^ °f the young man who had hung on my wheel and yelled encourage- Re atta "^'""'"^ coxswain at the Lough Lonen " I know him," I said, "his name is Callaghan." ■ Itj * :r ^1 \j LISHEEN RACES. SECOND-HAND IT may or may not be agreeable to have attained pliotographs, the privilege of being nineteen has a so .ts drawbacks. I turned over page after pace tLS:nr\ ''°°,' 'r'"<='' --'en^hdned^p:? InTlnn, h' ""; °^ ""y y°""^' ^'"g'>' i" David and Jonathan couples, and in groups in which I as.t seemed to my mature and possibly jaTndiced perception, always contrived to look the most Tm- measurable young bounder of the lot. Our fac^^ were fat, and yet 1 cannot remember ever havS loT 'TfV^ '"' '" "y «'«; *e indulged in low-necked sh.rts, in "Jemima" ties with diagona" stapes; we wore coats that seemed three ^d"e too small and trousers that were three sizes too big ; we also wore small whiskers I stopped at last at one of the David and Jonathan memcnal portraits. Yes, her, 4, the object of my researches; this stou and earnest', romantic youth was Leigh Kelway, and that fatuous and chubby young person seated on the arm of his chair was myself. Leigh Kelway was a yTune man ardently believed in by a large drCe of G ill 1. I J ^u i'!< m Ii4 98 Some Experiences of an Irish ^M. admirers, headed by himself and seconded by me, and for some time after I had left Magdalen for Sandhurst, I maintained a correspondence with him on large and abstract subjects. This phase of our friendship did not survive; I went soldiering to India, and Leigh Kelway took honours and moved suitably on into politics, as is the duty of an earnest young Radical with useful family connections and an independent income. Since then I had at intervals seen in the papers the name of the Honourable Basil Leigh Kelway mentioned as a speaker at elections, as a writer of thoughtful articles in the reviews, but we had never met, and nothing could have been less ex- pected by me than the letter, written from Mrs. Raverty's Hotel, Skebawn, in which he told me he was making a tour in Ireland with Lord Waterbury, to whom he was private secretary. Lord Water- bury was at present having a few days' fishing near Killarney, and he himself, not being a fisher- man, was collecting statistics for his chief on various points connected with the Liquor Ques- tion in Ireland. He had heard that I was in the neighbourhood, and was kind enough to add that it would give him much pleasure to meet me again. With a stir of the old enthusiasm I wrote begging him to be my guest for as long as it suited him, and the following afternoon he arrived at Shree- lane. The stout young friend of my youth had changed considerably. His important nose and slightly prominent teeth remained, but his wavy ;^l Ltsheen ^ces, Second-Hand 99 hair had withdrawn intellectually from his temples ; his eyes had acquired a statesmanlike absence of expression, and his neck had grown long and bird- like. It was his first visit to Ireland, as he lost no time in telling me, and he and his chief had already collected much valuable information on the subject to which they had dedicated the Easter recess. He further informed me that he thought of popularising the subject in a novel, and therefore intended to, as he put it, ''master the brogue " before his return. During the next few days I did my best for Leigh Kelway. I turned him loose on Father Scanlan ; I showed him Mohona, our champion village, that boasts fifteen public-houses out of twenty buildings of sorts and a railway station ; I took him to hear the prosecution of a publican for selling drink on a Sunday, which gave him an opportunity of studying perjury as a fine art, and of hearing a lady, on whom police suspicion justly rested, pro- foundly summed up by the sergeant as " a woman who had th' appairance of having knocked at a back door." The net result of these experiences has not yet been given to the world by Leigh Kelway. For my own part, I had at the end of three days arrived at the conclusion that his society, when combined with a note-book and a thirst for statistics, was not what I used to find it at Oxford. I therefore welcomed a suggestion from Mr. Flurry Knox that we should accompany him to some typical country races, got up by the farmers at a place «'t#i , ti loo Some Experiences of an Irish *Z^.Af. called Lisheen, some twelve miles away. It was the worst road in the district, the races of the most grossly unorthodox character ; in fact, it was the very place for Leigh Kelvvay to collect impres- sions of Irish life, and in any cast it was a blessed opportunity of disposing of him for the day. In my guest's attire next morning I discerned an unbending from the rdle of cabinet minister towards that of sportsman ; the outlines of the note-book might be traced in his breast pocket, but traversing it was the strap of a pair of field- glasses, and his light grey suit was smart enough for Goodwood. Flurry was to drive us to the races at one o'clock, and we vi^alked to Tory Cottage by the short cut over the hill, in the sunny beauty of an April morning. Up to the present the weather had kept me in a more or less apologetic condition ; any one who has entertained a guest in the country knows the unjust weight of responsi- bility that rests on the shoulders of the host in the matter of climate, and Leigh Kelway, after two drenchings, had become sarcastically resigned to what I felt he regarded as my mismanagement. Flurry took us into the house for a drink and a biscuit, to keep us going, as he said, till "we lifted some luncheon out of the Castle Knox people at the races," and it was while we were thus engaged that the first disaster of the day occurred. The dining-room door was open, so also is the window of the little staircase just outside it, and through the window travelled 'A 11 Lis keen 1{aces, Second-Hand lOI sounds that told of the close proximity of the stable-yard; the clattering of hoofs on cobble stones, and voices uplifted in loud conversation. Suddenly from this region there arose a screech of the laughter peculiar to kitchen flirtation, followed by the clank of a bucket, the plunging of a horse, and then an uproar of wheels and galloping hoofs. An instant afterwards Flurry's chestnut cob, in a dogcart, dashed at full gallop into view, with the reins streaming behind him, and two men in hot pursuit. Almost before I had time to realise what had happened. Flurry jumped through the half-opened window of the dining-room like a clown at a pantomime, and joined in the chase, but the cob was resolved to make the most of his chance, and went away down the drive and out of sight at a pace that distanced every one save the keimel terrier, who sped in shrieking ecstasy beside him. "Oh merciful hour!" exclaimed a female voice behind me. Leigh Kelway and I were by this time watching the progress of events from the gravel, in company with the remainder of Flurry's household. "The horse is desthroyed ! Wasn't that the quare start he took! And all in the world I done was to slap a bucket of wather at Michael out the windy, and 'twas himself got it in place of Michael I " " Ye'll never ate another bit, Bridgie Dunnigan," replied the cook, with the exulting pessimism of her kind. " The Master '11 have your life I " Both speakers shouted at the top of their voices, , j J j •fl I;i' I02 Some Experiences of an Irish ^(^M. rSLnrrob? ^'' ''-' -'' ^^"°-^ ^^- ^.^^'^II ^^^^""^ ^''''^^^ '^"°^^ ^s we walked on down the dnve. I almost dared to hope that a note on the degrading oppression of Irish retainers was shapmg itself. Before we reached the bend of the drive the rescue party was returning with he fug. ,ve all, with the exception of the kennel terrier, looking extremely gloomy. The cob had been confronted by a wooden gate, which he had unhesitatingly taken in his stride, landing on his head on the farther side with the gate^nS the cart on top of him, and had arisen with a lame fo. ,^g, cut on his nose, and several other minor wounds. JJ'^Kf *^;"'\ *^^ bPite had been fighting the on him r A', ''"'^^"^ "^^ ^^-P'^ h- has on him ! said Flurry, casting a vengeful eye at Michael, "and one shaft's broken and so iJ the dashboard. I haven't another horse in the place: tt'races !' ' "' '""' '"' ^" *'^^^'^ ^" '"^ ^^ We all three stood blankly on the hall-door steps and watched the wreck of the trap being trundled up the avenue. ^ "I'm very sorry you're done out of your sport." said Flurry to Leigh Kelway, in tones of deplorable sincerity; "perhaps, as there's nothing else to do, you d like to see the hounds ? " T ^JuVV ^^"''y' ^"* °^ *h^ '^'' i ^^It "lore for Leigh Kelway as he accepted ti. ^. m^\ion. He disliked dogs, and held the ne'e^ views on Lisheen ^ces, Second-Hand 103 sanitation, and I knew what Flurry's kennels could smell like. I was lighting a precautionary cigarette, when we caught sight of an old man riding up the drive. Flurry stopped short. "Hold on a minute," he said; "here's an old chap that often brings me horses for the kennels ; I must see what he wants." The man dismounted and approached Mr. Knox, hat in hand, towing after him a gaunt and ancient black mare with a big knee. "Well, Barrett," began Flurry, surveying the mare with his hands in his pockets, " I'm not giving the hounds meat this month, or only very little." "Ah, Master Flurry," answered Barrett, "it's you that's pleasant! Is it give the like o' this one for the dogs to ate ! She's a vallyble strong young mare, no more than shixteen years of age, and ye'd sooner be lookin' at her goin' under a side-car than eatin' your dinner." "There isn't as much meat on her as 'd fatten a jackdaw," said Flurry, clinking the silver in his pockets as he searched for a matchbox. "What are you asking for her ? " The old man drew cautiously up to him. "Mpi^.er Flun i," he said solemnly, "I'll sell her iy^ you-f A '.onour for five pounds, and she'll be worth ten after you give her a month's grass." Flurry lit his cigarette ; then he said impertur- bably, " I'll give you seven shillings for her." Old Barrett put on his hat in silence, and in silence buttoned his coat and took hold of the stirrup leather. Flurry remained immovable^ h '' i, \im. I m. H.i ' 1 1 I I 'I •ii ^ 104 Some Experiences of an Irish %.M. " Master Flurry," said old Barrett suddenly, with tears in his voice, " you must make it eight, sir ! " "Michael!" called out Flurry with apparent irrelevance, "run up to your father's and ask him would he lend me a loan of his side-car." Half-an-hour later we were, improbable as it may seem, on our way to Lisheen races. We vi^ere seated upon an outside-car of immemorial age, whose joints seemed to open and close again as It swung in and out of the ruts, whose tattered cushions stank of rats and mildew, whose wheels stagicied and rocked like the legs of a drunken man. Between the shafts jogged the latest addi- tion to the kennel larder, the eight-shilling mare. Flurry sat on one side, and kept her going at a rate of not less than four miles an hour; Leigh Kelway and I held on to the other. "She'll get us as far as Lynch's anyway," said Fh-.y, abandoning his first contention that she could do the whole distance, as he pulled her on to her legs after her fifteenth stumble, "and he'll lend us some sort of a horse, if it was only a mule." ^ "Do you notice that these cushions are very damp?" said Leigh Kelway to me, in a hollow undertone. "Small blame to them if they are!" replied Flurry. "I've no doubt but they were out under the rain all day yesterday at Mrs. Hurly's funeral." Leigh Kelway made no reply, but he took his note-book out of his pocket and sat on it. We arrived at Lynch's at a little past three, and I Lisheen ^B^ces^ Second-Hand 105 were there confronted by the next disappointment of this disastrous day. The door of Lynch's farm- house was locked, and nothing replied to our knocking except a puppy, who barked hysterically from within. " All gone to the races," said Flurry philosophi- cally, picking his way round the manure heap. "No matter, here's the filly in the shed here. I know he's had her under a car." An agitating ten minutes ensued, during which Leigh Kelway and I got the eight-shilling mare out of the shafts and the harness, and Flurry, with our inefficient help, crammed the young mare into them. As Flurry had stated that she had been driven before, I was bound to believe him, but the difficulty of getting the bit into her mouth was remarkable, and so also was the crab-like manner in which she sidled out of the yard, with Flurry and myself at her head, and Leigh Kelway hanging on to the back of the car to keep it from jamming in the gateway. " Sit up on the car now," said Flurry when we got out on to the road ; " I'll lead her on a bit. She's been ploughed anyway ; one side of her mouth's as tough as a gad ! " Leigh Kelway threw away the wisp of grass with which he had been cleaning his hands, and mopped his intellectual forehead ; he was very silent. We both mounted the car, and Flurry, with the reins in his hand, walked beside the filly, who, with her tail clasped in, moved onward in a succession of cVir»rf ifrlrc ■M, ■ , 1 ||r ' ,^^H 1^1 ^^H ;;■ ' ■ "1 1^ J III! Ik: iit 1 06 ^'owf Experiences of an Irish %M. rnl'^V^/'' ^" ''^^^'" ^^'^ ^^"^^y' beginning to run, and dragging the filly into a trot; "once she gets started-" Here the filly spied 'a pig in a neighbounng field, and despite the fact that she had probably eaten out of the same trough with it she^gave a violent side spring, and broke into a "Now we're off!" shouted Flurry, making a The English language is powerless to suggest the view-halloo with which Mr. Knox ended hifspeech' Leilh I? l""""'" ?'" ^"^'""*" '^^ "g^d ^"^i^ty of aft^ .K '? ' -^""^ ^' ^" ^^g^^^^d hi^ balance after the prelimmary jerk, and clutched the back n ' \- """u ^^ '^'^ ^°' ^y"^^'s fi"y that she did tld tt: f -1 ^"^'•^^y fl^d' ^ike a dog with a kettle tied to Its tail, from the pursuing rattle and jingle behind her, with the shafts bufifeting her dufty sides as the car swung to and fro. Whenever she showed any signs of slackening. Flurry loosed another yell at her that renewed ^er pa'nirand thus we precariously covered another two or three miles of our journey. Had it not been for a large stone lying on the road, and had the filly not chosen toMerve so as to bring the wheel on top of it, I dare say we might have got to the races ; but by an unfortu- nate coincidence both these things occurred, and when we recovered from the consequent shock the tire o one of the wheels had come off, and was trundling with cumbrous gaiety into the ditch ; \ Lisheen ^ces, Second-Hand 107 Flurry stopped the filly and began to laugh ; Leigh Kelway said something startlingly unparliamentary under his breath. " Well, it might be worse," Flurry said con- solingly as he lifted the tire on to the car ; " we're not half a mile from a forge." We walked that half-mile in funereal procession behind the car; the glory had departed from the weather, and an ugly wall of cloud was rising up out of the west to meet the sun; the hills had darkened and lost colour, and the white bog cotton shivered in a cold wind that smelt of rain. By a miracle the smith was not at the races, owing, as he explained, to his having "the tooth- aches," the two facts combined producing in him a morosity only equalled by that of Leigh Kelway. The smith's sole comment on the situation was to unharness the filly, and drag her into the forge, where he tied her up. He then proceeded to whistle viciously on his fingers in the direction of a cottage, and to command, in tones of thunder, some unseen creature to bring over a couple of baskets of turf. The turf arrived in process of time, on a woman's back, and was arranged in a circle in a yard at the back of the forge. The tire was bedded in it, and the turf was with difficuhy kindled at different points. "Ye'll not get to the races this day," said the smith, yielding to a sardonic satisfaction; "the turf's wet, and I haven't one to do a hand's turn for me." He laid the wheel on the ground and lit his pipe. fl 11 -. 'U \M\ !i liii' 'il' n I 'I ii«J I i ■ 1 ■■■■■■ ;:' ^^^H'^ ^^^Hf> 1 « io8 Some Experiences of an Irish %.M. Leigh Kelway looked pallidly about him over the spacious empty landscape of brown mountain slopes patched with golden furze and seamed with grey walls ; I wondered if he were as hungry as 1. We sat on stones opposite the smouldering ring of turf and smoked, and Flurry beguiled the smith into grim and calumnious confidences about every horse in the country. After about an hour, during which the turf went out three times, and the weather became more and more threatening a girl with a red petticoat over her head appeared O'r^u^ u *^^ y^"""^' ^"^ '^'^ *o the smith : The horse is gone away from ye." ^^Jj Where ? " exclaimed Flurry, springing to his " 1 met him walking wesht the road there below and when I thought to turn him he commenced to gallop. "Pulled her head out of the headstall," said i^ lurry, after a rapid survey of the forge. "She's near home by now." It was at this moment that the rain began • the situation could scarcely have been better stage- managed. After reviewing the position. Flurry and I decided that the only thing to do was to walk to a puDhc-house a couple of miles farther on feed there if possible, hire a car, and go home. It was an uphill walk, with mild, generous rain- drops striking thicker and thicker on our faces • no one talked, and the grey clouds crowded up from behind the hills like billows of steam. Leigh Kelway bore it all with egregious resignation. I ■:i\ > Lisheen ^ces, Second-Hand 109 cannot pretend that I was at heart sympathetic, but by virtue of being his host I felt responsible for the breakdown, for his light suit, for everything, and divined his sentiment of horror at the first sight of the public-house. It was a long, low '^ottage, with a Hne of dripping elm-trees overshadowing it ; empty cars and carts round its door, and a babel from within made it evident that the racegoers were pursuing a gradual homeward route. The shop was crammed with steaming countrymen, whose loud brawling voices, all talking together, roused my English friend to his first remark since we had left the forge. "Surely, Yeates, we are not going into that place ? " he said severely ; " those men are all drunk." "Ah, nothing to signify ! " said Flurry, plunging in and driving his way through the throng like a plough. "Here, Mary Kate!" he called to the girl behind the counter, " tell your mother we want some tea and bread and butter in the room inside." The smell of bad tobacco and spilt porter was choking ; we worked our way through it after him towards the end of the shop, intersecting at every hand discussions about the races. "Tom was very nice. He spared his horse all along, and then he put into him — " "Well, at Goggin's corner the third horse was before the second, but he was goin' wake in himself." "I tell ye the mare had the hind leg fasht in the fore." "Clancy was dipping in the saddle." "'Twas a dam nice race whatever " • 1' ';) ! ; \9r m mi no Some Experiences of an Irish ^M, We gained the inner room at last ■> ^\.. i machine, and an array of supplementary tumblefs and wineglasses; but, at all events, we had it so far to ourselves. At intervals during the next half hour Mary Kate burst in with cup and plate " cast them on the table and disapp^eared but of food there was no sign. After a further period of starvation and of listening to the noise fn he shop, Flurry made a sortie, and, after lengthy and unknown adventures, reappeared carrying a buaf brown teapot, and driving before him'^Mary Kafe Tf ^,> ' [r.""f "■■ °' *^ ^^P^^'- The bread^tasted plpTbut'w r/ «"rf-^™oke, the tea of brown h^S ' ,7* ^^ 8°' P^^' the critical stage I bufterw^en thTd"' *'^' """<> °' ^^^ ' -<^ vaiu:d a^-i^t V- ;^r/j- ^^^^^^^^^ hfn a coil nf T''"t"'"'"y' ^'^ "°^« «as redder rrnl.^1 '^'"^' •"' prominent eyes rolled c ookedly upon us, and his left hand swept behM emrancl ""^' °'-''"y ^^'^ *° frustrate Ws Knn?°°''h ™K '"^ *° "y '''"""'''« friend, Mr. Flurry ^Zl fn fh H^'"' '" """ ^°'^« °f » town cri^n and to the Honourable Major Yeates an^ It English gintleman ! " ^ '' ^"'^ *« This impressive opening immediately attracted an audience from the shnr, o„^ ju j «"'<"-iea ,.,;♦!, „ ■ • ; P' ^"^ "le doorway filled rn;othrrrif/^<=^^ ^ ^""^^^ advanced U:' ) '* the Lisheen %aces^ Second-Hand m "Why weren't ye at the races, Mr. Flurry ?" he went on, his roving eye taking a grip of us all at the same time; "sure the Miss Bennetts and all the ladies was asking where were ye." "It'd take some time to tell them that," said Flurry, with his mouth fall ; " but what about the races, Slipper ? Had you good sport ? " " Sport is it ? Divil so ple^-isant an afternoon ever you seen," replied Slipper. He leaned against a side table, and all the glasses on it jingled. Does your honour know O'Driscoll ? " he went on irre- levantly. " Sure you do. He was in your honour's stable. It s what we were all sayin' ; it was a great pity your honour was not there, for the likin' you had to Driscoll." ' "That's thrue," said a voice at the door "There wasn't one in the Barony but was gethered m it, through and fro," continued Slipper with a quelling glance at the interrupter: "and there was tints for sellin' porther, and whisky as pliable as new milk, and boys goin' round the tints outside, feeling for heads with the big ends of their blackthorns, and all kinds of recreations and the Sons of Liberty's piffler and dhrum band from Skebawn ; though faith ! there was more of thim runnin to look at th. races than what was ^^I'l 'u '*i """^ *° "''"^^^^ ^^ff^^^"t occasions that the bandmasther was atin' his lunch within in the whisky tint." "But what about Driscoll ?" said Flurry "Sure it's about him I'm tellin' ye,"' replied Slipper, with the practised orator's watchful eye ■ % \ !!■ 112 Some Experiences of an Irish %M. on his growing audience. "'Twas within in the same whisky tint meself was, with the bandmasther and a few of the lads, an' we buyin' a ha'porth o' ,nfn r'.""^"" '/''" "^^ ^^"^^ Driscoll landin' into the tint and a pair o' thim long boots on him; h,„, that hadn't a shoe nor a Stocking to his foot when your honour had him picking grass out o the stones behind in your yard. 'Well' dTscoiI !'""'"' '"''" '"''' ^""^^ ^P°^^^ °"* «'^ "'Come here to me, acushla ! ' says I to him; I suppose It s some way wake in the legs y'are ' says I, 'an the docthor put them on ye the way the people wouldn't thrample ye ' ' SIV^^"^^'^ 'u^'^" y^-' '^^y^ he, pleasant enough, but I knew by the blush he had he was vexed. '"Then I suppose 'tis a left-tenant colonel y'are ' says I; 'yer mother must be proud out o' ye''' says I, 'an' maybe ye'll lend her a loan o' thim waders when she's rinsin' yer baimeen in the river'' says I. " ' There'll be work out o' this ! ' says he, lookin' at me both sour and bitther. '"Well indeed, I was thinkin' you were blue moulded for want of a batin',' says I. He was for hghtin' us then, but afther we had him paci- ficated with about a quarther of a naggin o' sperrits he told us he was goin' ridin' in a race. ' " ' An' what'll ye ride ? ' says I. " ' Owld Bocock's mare,' says he. "'Knipes!' says I, sayin' a great curse; 'is it Lis keen %aces, Second-Hand 113 that little staggeen from the mountains ; sure she's somethin' about the one age with meself,' says I. 'Many's the time Jamesy Geoghegan and meself used to be dhrivin' her to Macroom with pigs an' all soorts,' says I ; 'an' is it leppin' stone walls-ye want her to go now ? ' "'Faith, there's walls and every vari'ty of ob- «tackle in it,' says he. " ' It'll be the best o' your play, so,' says I, ' to leg It away home out o' this.' " ' An' who'll ride her, so ? ' says he. " ' Let the divil ride her,' says I." Leigh Kelway, who had been leaning back, seemmgly half asleep, obeyed the hypnotism of Slipper's gaze, and opened his eyes. "That was now all the conversation that passed between himself and meself," resumed Slipper, "and there was no great delay afther that till they said there was a race startin' and the dickens a one at all was goin' to ride only two, Driscoll, and one Clancy. With that then I seen Mr. Kinahane, the Petty Sessions clerk, goin' round clearin' the coorse, an' I gethered a few o' the neighbours, an' we walked the fields hither and over till we seen the most of th' obstackles. "'Stand aisy now by the plantation,' says I ; 'if they get to come as far as this, believe me ye'll'see spoort,' says I, 'an' 'twill be a convanient spot to encourage the mare if she's anyway wake in her- self,' says I, cuttin' somethin' about five foot of an ash sapling out o' the plantation. H 1: 1 1 4 Some Experiences of an Irish %M. thrZlfn^r' '°'* '' '^^' °^^^ ^°^°^k, that was thravellin the racecoorse, peccin' a hif n' ,.0 down wi.h a thorn in frLf o" L';; Ip^Thl '"LET THE DIVIL RIDE HER,' SAYS 1 " way^DriscoIl 'd know the handiest place to face "Well, I hadn't barely thrimmed the ash plant " ■ 1 H Lisheen Races, Second-Hand 115 "Have you any jam, Mary Kate?" interrupted Flurry whose meal had been in no way interfered Trn^ A^ u'^^u'. *^' '*°''y °^ *'^^ highly-scented crowd who had come to listen to it. MR. KINAHANE. THE PETTY SESSIONS CLERK. GOIN' ROUND CI.EARIN' THE COORSE fj'— •K^^iv."'' ^^"'' °"^y thraycle, sir," replied the mvisible Mary Kate. ^ > , ^^ icu ;' I hadn't the switch barely thrimmed," repeated Shpper firmly, "when I heard the people screeching !n K f "",? "^^°^^ ^"' ^^l^ncy comin' on, leppin' an before them, an' owld Bocock's mare bellusin' an powdherm' along, an' bedad ! whatever ob m ii6 Some Experiences of an Irish %M. stackle wouldn't throw Aer down, faith, she'd throw // down, an' there's the thraffic they had in it "'I declare to me sowl,' says I, 'if they continue on this way there's a great chance some one o' thim 11 wm, says I. "'Ye lie!' says the bandmasther, bein' a thrifle fulsome after his luncheon. "'I do not,' says I, Mn regard of seein' how soople them two boys is. Ye might observe,' says II ii. ii^^'-'^wS^'^ 'WHATEVER OBSTACKLE WOULDN'T THROW HER DOWN FAITH, she'd throw IT DOWN" * I, 'that if they have no convanient way to sit on the saddle, they'll ride the neck o' the horse till such time as they gets an occasion to lave it' says I. ' " ' Arrah, shut yer mouth ! ' says the bandmasther : they re puckin' out this way now, an' may the divil admire me ! ' says he, ' but Clancy has the other bet out, and the divil such leatherin' and Lisheen "{(aces, Second-Hand nj beltin' of owld Bocock's mare ever you seen as what's in it ! ' says he. "Well, when I seen them comin' to me, and Dnscoll about the length of the plantation behind Clancy, I let a couple of bawls. "'Skelp her, ye big brute!' says I. 'What good's in ye that ye aren't able to skelp her ? ' " The yell and the histrionic flourish of his stick with which Slipper de- livered this inci- dent brought down the house. Leigh Kelway was sufficiently moved to ask me in an undertone if "skelp" was a local term. "Well, Mr. Flurry, and gin- tlemen," recom- menced Slipper, " I declare to ye when owld Bocock's mare heard thim roars she sthretched out her neck like a gandher, and when she passed me out she give a couple of grunts, and looked at me as ugly as a Christian. Hah ! ' says I, givin' her a couple o' dhraws 'skelp her, ye big brute!* says i" u t ■li-^tf 1 III m ml:. I h 1«i| N! r,.» I^^B ^^^^^B H^' ^^^^H'f 1 ^^H ■iiM.1 ii8 Some Experiences of an Irish %M, o' th' ash plant across the butt o' the tail, the wav ^ouldn t blind her; M'll make ye grunt!' sa/s I, 1 11 nourish ye ! ' "I knew well she was very frightful of th' ash plant since the winter Tommeen Sullivan had her under a sidecar. But now, in place of havin' any obligations to me, ye'd be surprised if ye heard the blaspheemious expressions of that young boy that was ridin' her ; and whether it was over-anxious he was, turnin' around the way I'd hear him cursin', or whether it was some slither or slide came to owld Bocock's mare, I dunno, but she was bet up agin the last obstackle but two, and before ye could say ' Shnipes,' she was standin' on her two ears beyond in th' other field! I declare to ye on the vartue of me oath, she stood that way till she reconnoithered what side would Driscoll fall an she turned about then and rolled on him as cosy as if he was meadow grass ! " Slipper stopped short ; the people in the door- way groaned appreciatively ; Mary Kate murmured Ine Lord save us !" "The blood was dhruv out through his nose and ears, continued Slipper, with a voice that indicated the cream of the narration, " and you'd hear his bones crackin' on the ground ! You'd have pitied the poor boy." "Good heavens ! " said Leigh Kelway, sitting up very straight in his chair. ^ "Was he hurt, Slipper ?" asked Flurry casually. Hurt is it?" echoed Slipper in high scorn; killed on the spot I " He paused to relish the says Lisheen %aces, Second-Hand 119 effect of the dMouement on Leigh Kelway. "Oh divil so pleasant an afthernoon ever you seen ; and indeed, Mr. Flurry, it's what we were all sayin', it was a great pity your honour was not there for the likin' you had for Driscoll." As he spoke the last word there was an outburst of singing and cheering from a car-load of people who had just pulled up at the door. Flurry listened, leaned back in his chair, and began to laugh. " It scarcely strikes one as a comic incident," said Leigh Kelway, very coldly to me ; " in fact, it seems to me that the police ought " " Show me Slipper ! " bawled a voice in the shop ; " show me that dirty little undherlooper till I have his blood! Hadn't I the race won only for he souring the mare on me ! What's that you say ? I tell ye he did ! He left seven slaps on her with the handle of a hay-rake " There was in the room in which we were sitting a second door, leading to the back yard, a door consecrated to the unobtrusive visits of so-called " Sunday travellers." Through it Slipper faded away like a dream, and, simultaneously, a tall young man, with a face like a red-hot potato tied up in a bandage, squeezed his way from the shop into the room. " Well, Driscoll," said Flurry, " since it wasn't the teeth of the rake he left on the mare, you needn't be talking!" Leigh Kelway looked from one to the other with a wilder expression in his eye than I had thouphf if "o — — ■ i ral iaJH^bI W^ I^Bf' 1 rifl 1. i \¥' ' i 11 in I * % ] • > I 1 20 Some Experiences of an Irish %M. .1,^' ^'Sj" o'clock we were still waiting for the car hat we had been assured should be ours direcUy i returned from the races. At half-past eight we had adopted the only possible course that^ejained cars ''Itr"''''^ '"^ '"f^" °' ""^ °" *« '-den nrll ., ^"^ --eturning to Skebawn, and I present y was gratified by the spectacl^ of my table and'f ""^'"^^ "'''Sed between a roulette Drtcoll and ^i"""'*"' °" ""^ """^ "' » <=-^' *"" .^rZ , . fP^"' mysteriously reconciled and excessively drunk, seated, locked in each other's sTmiLi:" i*^ °*f,^- ^'"^y -d '. --wha similarly p aced, followed on two other cars I was scarcely surprised when I was informed that he melancholy white animal in the shafts of the 1.tZ^:.r "'"' ^'"'-''■' much-enduring The night was very dark and stormy, and it is laZf r^^«"°"^ *° s-y 'hat no one carried lamps , the ram poured upon us, and through wind and wet Owld Bocock's mare set the pace at a™te that showed she knew from bitter experience whll he otht r'r"^.'u ^ Public-house; behind her the other two tired horses followed closely, incited to emulation by shouting, singing, and a hberal allowance of whip. We were a good ten mlLs rom Skebawn and never had the foad seemed so long. For mile after mile the half-seen low wals shd past us, with, occasional plunges into caverns of r* Lisheen ^ces, Second-Hand 121 darkness under trees. Sometimes from a wayside cabin a dog would dash out to bark at us as we rattled by ; sometimes our cavalcade swung aside to pass, with yells and counter-yells, crawling carts filled with other belated race-goers. I was nearly wet through, even though I received considerable shelter from a Skebawn publican, who slept heavily and irrepressibly on my shoulder. Driscoll, on the leading car, had struck up an approximation to the "Wearing of the Green," ■ when a wavering star appeared on the road ahead of us. It grew momently larger ; it came towards us apace. Flurry, on the car behind me, shouted suddenly — "That's the mail car, with one of the lamps out ! Tell those fellows ahead to look out 1 " But the warning fell on deaf ears. "When laws can change the blades of grass From growing as they grow " howled five discordant voices, oblivious of the towering proximity of the star. A Bianconi mail car is nearly three times the size of an ordinary outside car, and when on a dark night it advances, Cyclops-like, with but one eye, it is difficult for even a sober driver to calculate its bulk. Above the sounds of melody there arose the thunder of heavy wheels, the splashing trample of three big horses, then a crash and a turmoil of shouts. Our cars pulled up just in time, and I tore myself from the embrace of my publican to go to Leigh Kelway's assistance. 1^ :: If ■;; f'.f :\ ■\n II 122 Some E. if 11 K.I 'xperiences of an Irish 1(.M. ol^l % '^^ ^'*"'=°"' ^"^ <=^"ght the wing of the smaller car, flinging Owld Bocock's marf on her s,de and throwing her freight headTong on top of her, the heap being surmounted bf the roulette table. The driver of t"e mal car unsh.pped his solitary lamp and turned ifon the d saster I saw that Flurry had already got hd^^ o Leigh Kelway by the heels, and was dragg.ng h.m from under the others. He struggled uf hatless, muddy and gasping, with Driscoll hanging Green.' " " ' '"" ""^'"« *''^ "^^-'"g »' 'hf "LjfP/""^,..^l ■""" "" ^'''d incredulously, Le,^AKe/way/- A spectacled face glared down It was the Right Honourable the Eari of Water- bury, Le,gh Kelways chief, returning from his fishing excursion. ® * lleanwhile f:iipper, in the ditch, did not cease to announce that "Divil so pleasani an afthernoon ever ye seen as what was in it ! " 'cmoon VI PHILIPPA'S FOX-HUNT VTO one can accuse Philippa and me of having 11 married in haste. As a matter of fact, it was but little under five years from that autumn evenmg on the river when I had said what is called m Ireland "the hard word," to the day in August when I was led to the altar by my best man, and was subsequently led away from it by Mrs. Sinclair Yeates. About two years out of the five had been spent by me at Shreelane in ceaseless warfare with drains, eaveshoots, chimneys, pumps; all those fundamentals, in short, that the ingenuous and im- proving tenant expects to find established as a basis from which to rise to higher things. As far as rising to higher things went, frequent ascents to the roof to search for leaks summed up my achievements; in fact, I suffered so general a shrinkage of my ideals that the triumph of making the hall-door bell ring blinded me to the fact that the rat-holes in the hall floor were nailed up with pieces of tin biscuit boxes, and that the casual visitor could, instead of leaving a card, have easily written his name in the damp on the walls. M3 in i I i-! w ,,.Im iiiiii . J i . •n K" II > 124 Some Experiences of an Irish %M. tftese and similar shortcomings. She regarded Shreelane and its floundering, foundering ^"age of incapables m the light of a gigantic nicnich^ ti rr *^"p'i ^"^ "^'^ '°"g co'nfe^:^iordai ; with Mrs. Cadogan, in order, as she informed me. to acquire the language; without any uSr caut^^t^ K ""^ '^' '"Saged kitchen-maids be' cause of the beauty of their eyes, and housemaids because they had such delightfully picturesque "fd mo hers, and she declined to correct the phra- seology of the parlour-maid, whose painful habit « was to whisper "Do ye choose cherry or clarry ?" when prorfering the wine. Fast- days, perhans ?e^«t o7'. t;"" e^^' '"^'S"-' into'the'sLrn'; realities of Irish housekeeping. Philippa had what are known as High Church proclivities, and took the matter seriously. "I don't know how we are to manage for the servants' dinner to-morrow, Sinclair," she said coming ,„ to <,j(ice one Thursday morn ng "Jul.a says she 'promised God this^ong tT^e hat she wouldn't eat an egg on a fast-day,' ™d he kitchen-maid says she won't eat herrings 'without they're fried with onions,' and mS f'nrnS^" ^"^ -"' •-* ^o *° *- extrets he:s'elf? itg^Lr "^''°^^" -«'^ '"^ -"" no appetite ! ' " "^^ Philippa's Fox-Hunt 125 The lady of the house here fell away into unseasonable laughter. I made the demoralising suggestion that, as we were going away for a couple of rights, we might safely leave them to fight it out, and the problem was abandoned. Philippa had been much called on by the neighbourhood in all its shades and grades, and daily she and her trousseau frocks presented themselves at hall-doors of varying dimensions in due acknowledgment of civilities. In Ireland, it may be noted, the process known in England as "summering and wintering" a newcomer does not obtain; sociability and curiosity alike forbid delay. The visit to which we owed our escape from the intricacies of the fast-day was to the Knoxes of Castle Knox, relations in some remote and tribal way of my landlord, Mr. Flurry of that ilk. It involved a short journey by train and my wife's longest basket-trunk; it also, which was more serious, involved my being lent a horse to go out cubbing the following morning. At Castle Knox we sank into an almost forgotten environment of draught-proof windows and doors, of deep carpets, of silent servants instead of clattering belligerents. Philippa told me after- wards that it had only been by an effort that she had restrained herself from snatching up the train of her wedding-gown as she paced across the wide hall on little Sir Valentine's arm. After three weeks at Shreelane she found it difficult to remember that the floor was neither damp nor dusty. I ; .» :i!t ( ' :i \ liiill ilii m.rA ! I / I ui ^ . I H I! i ■ L lis "" '■* 'ill 126 Some Experiences of an Irish %M, imagine, because I was as a worm h!f ' u ^' ' candle-shade^'; "doeTs"h'e ^^^^^^ "^^'"^^ *<' we^hlbtS^n Tee' at"* ^''"^^^ '=«>y' -* - long habit ortakfng'hr'o^n" iST '''""^ '^""^ and elsewhere. ^tZo7l^ZZZTT "Im glad you like her looks/' I replied "a. o.h^::i^^ro^:^btr«;v?-^^ ride, but she believes thaUca^r' ''' '^"' "Oh come, you're not as Ijad as all fh,*." my hostess was good enough to L "rJ t „ yeC:? tTe :;^^r h^iiL 1 r thiiTritstkTc.i't^i^^^'t °\' °' Miss Sally, sole daughter o'^ Sir Valentin.^".^ '" and home, from her nlace LI ^ ^ ^"""^ tahio i» place half-way down the table. It was not difficult to ser tLt T ! her mother held rfiff.,.^ . "* *^ and of Mr. pf^^ kIox '^^^^"* "^'^^ °" 'he subject I Phiiippa's Fox-Hunt 127 great-grandfather to rear up a preposterous trooo of sons and plant them all out in hi^own coun ry " '' I let^T" iff ": ■"" "'«' ='PP^'-«"' irrelevanck water but ,fT"- ^'°°'' '"^'^ "^ 'hicker than water bu .t ,s also a great deal nastier. In this country I find that fifteenth cousins consider mirstolT "*^"°" " ""^^ "^^ '^"O'" '-*y reg"rd'"to "pl'Jr' T **," '" "'^ P°^'«™ *"" regard to Flurry Knox, I took care to accent these remarks as generalities, and turned the conversation to other themes. "I see Mrs. Yeates is doing wonders wi«h Mr HamUton/' said Lady Knox presently, following he direction of my eyes, which had sirayed awaf to where Phihppa was beaming upon her left-hind neighbour, a mildewed-looking old clergyman, who ™s delivering a long dissertation, the purport of which we were happily unable to catch. ^ She has always had a gift for the Church," I said *h ' nu^^^^^^ *° '^P'y *=" " ""IS the elders of the Church who were venerated by my wife "Well, she has her fancy in old Eustace Hamilton; he's elderly enough!" said Lady K^; " I wonder if she'd venerate him as much ^Zi ki^ew that he had fought with his sisterl-t^ and they haven't spoken for thirty years 1 though for I "" f hi .■*• i 1 1 '"' J I 128 Some Experiences of an Irish '^.M. "Mrs. Knox is rather a friend of mine," I ventured. " Is she ? H'm ! Well, she's not one of mine I " replied my hostess, with her usual definiteness. "I'll say one thing for her, I believe she's always been a sportswoman. She's very rich, you know, and they say she only married old Badger Knox to save his hounds from being sold to pay his debts, and then she took the horn from him and hunted them herself. Has she been rude to your wife yet ? No ? Oh, well, she will. It's a mere question of time. She hates all English people. You know the story they tell of her ? She was coming home from London, and when she was getting her ticket the man asked if she had said a ticket for York. * No, thank God, Cork ! ' says Mrs. Knox." "Well, I rather agree with her!" said I; "but why did she light with Mr. Hamilton ? " " Oh, nobody knows. I don't believe they know LADY KNOX n I "but Philippa's Fox-Hunt 129 themselves ! Whatever it was, the old lady drives five miles to Fortwilliam every Sunday, rather than go to his church, just outside her own back gates," Lady Knox said with a laugh like a terrier's bark. "I wish I'd fought with him myself," she said; " he gives us forty minutes every Sunday." As I struggled into my boots the following morn- ing, I felt that Sir Valentine's acid confidences on cub-hunting, bestowed on me at midnight, did credit to his judgment. " A very moderate amuse- ment, my dear Major," he had said, in his dry little voice; "you should stick to shooting. No one expects you to shoot before daybreak." It was six o'clock as I crept downstairs, and found Lady Knox and Miss Sally at breakfast, with two lamps on the table, and a foggy daylight oozing in from under the half-raised blinds. Philippa was already in the hall, pumping up her bicycle, in a state of excitement at the prospect of her first experience of hunting that would have been more comprehensible to me had she been going to ride a strange horse, as I was. As I bolted my food I saw the horses being led past the windows, and a faint twang of a horn told that Flurry Knox and his hounds were not far off. Miss Sally jumped up. " If I'm not on the Cockatoo before the hounds come up, I shall never get there!" she said, hobbling out of the room in the toils of her safety habit. Her small, alert face looked very childish under her riding-hat ; the lamp-light struck sparks out of her thick coil of golden-red hair : I wondered I fit W "i;;: .' J Bl ! \\\i nil fH n \i '.'• I ' : 130 Some Experiences of an Irish ^M. how I had ever thought her like her prim little father. She was already on her white cob when I got to the hall-door, and Flurry Knox was riding over the glistening wet grass with his hounds, while his whip, Dr. Jerome Hickey, was having a stirring time with the young entry and the rabbit- holes. They moved on without stopping, up a back avenue, under tall and dripping trees, to a thick laurel covert, at some little distance from the house. Into this the hounds were thrown, and the usual period of fidgety inaction set in for the riders, of whom, all told, there were about half-a-dozen. Lady Knox, square and solid, on her big, confidential iron-grey, was near me, and her eyes were on me and my mount; with her rubicund face and white collar she was more than ever like a coachman. "Sorcerer looks as if he suited you well," she said, after a few minutes of silence, during which the hounds rustled and crackled steadily through the laurels; "he's a little high on the leg, and so are you, you know, so you show each other off." Sorcerer was standing like a rock, with his good- looking head in the air and his eyes fastened on the covert. His manners, so far, had been those of a perfect gentleman, and were in marked contrast to those pf Miss Sally's cob, who was sidling, hopping, and snatching unappeasably at his bit. Philippa had disappeared from view down the avenue ahead. The fog was melting, and the Philippds Fox-Hunt 131 sun threw long blades of light through the trees • everything was quiet, and in the distance the curtained windows of the house marked the warm repose of Sir Valentine, and those of the party who shared his opinion of cubbing. " Hark I hark to cry there ! " It was Flurry's voice, away at the other side of he covert. The rustling and brushing through the laurels became more vehement, then passed out of hearing. -He never will leave his hounds alone," said Lady Knox disapprovingly. Miss Sally and the Cockatoo moved away in a series of heraldic capers towards the end of the laurel planta1.ion, and at the same moment I saw Phihppa on her bicycle shoot into view on the drive ahead of us. " I've seen a fox ! " she screamed, w' with what I believe to have been personal terror, though shejays it was excitement; "it passed quite close " What way did he go ? " bellowed a voice which I recognised as Dr. Hickey's, somewhere in the deep of the laurels. " Down the drive ! " returned Philippa, with a pea-hen quality in her tones with which I was quite unacquainted. ^ An electrifying screech of. " Gone away ' " was- projected from the laurels by Dr. Hickey "Gone away 1" chanted Flurry's horn'at the top of the covert. ^ "This is what he calls cubbing!" said Lady iml' i i;: i i ! ■ :|U.„ ill -1 J , , , iS' ■ :■ (it !i ' 132 Some Experiences of an Irish ^.Af. Knox, "a mere farce!" but none the less she loosed her sedate monster into a canter. Sorcerer got his hind-legs under him, and y-^^^HF' :■■: -^^ < MISS SALLY AND THE COCKATOO MOVED AWAY hardened his crest against the bit, as we all hustled along the drive after the flying figure of my wife. I knew very little about horses, but I realised that Phtlippa's Fox-Hunt 133 even with the hounds tumbling hysterically out of the covert, and the Cockatoo kicking the gravel into his face, Sorcerer comported himself with the manners of the best society. Up a side road I saw J^lurry Knox opening half of a gate and cramming through It; m a moment we also had crammed through and the turf of a pasture field was under TL % ^J' "^'^'y ^"^"^^ ^^'•^^^d and took hold of his horse; I did likewise, with the trifling difference that my horse took hold of me, and I steered for Flurry Knox with single-hearted pur- pose the hounds, already a field ahead, being merely an exciting and noisy accompaniment of this endeavour. A heavy stone wall was the first occurrence of note. Flurry chose a place where the top was loose, and his clumsy-looking brown mare changed feet on the rattling stones like a tairy. Sorcerer came at it, tense and collected as a bow at full stretch, and sailed steeply into the air; I savv the wall far beneath me, with an un- suspected ditch on the far side, and I felt my hat following me at the full stretch of its guard as we swept over it, then, with a long slant, we descended to earth some sixteen feet from where we had left It, and I was possessor of the gratifying fact that I had achieved a good-sized "fly," and had not perceptibly moved in my saddle. Subsequent dis- illusioning experience has taught me that but few ^ZTJr^ ^ike Sorcerer, so gallantly, so sympa- thetically and with such supreme mastery of the fmnf/i.^* "T *^" ^''' *h^ enthusiasm that he imparted to me has never been extinguished and K*iS H: r I ' ii >' V I 134 Some Experiences of an Irish %M. ' that October morning ride revealed to me the un- suspected mtoxication of fox-hunting. Behind me I heard the scrabbHng'of the Cocka- too s httle hoofs among the loose stones, and Lady Knox galloping on my left, jerked a maternal chin over her shoulder to mark her daughter's progress. For my part, had there been an entire circus behmd me, I was far too much occupied with ranimmg on my hat and trying to hold Sorcerer, to have looked round, and all my spare faculties were devoted to steering for Flurry, who had taken a right-handed turn, and was at that moment surmountmg a bank of uncertain and briary as- pect I surmounted it also, with the swiftness and simphcity for which the Quaker's methods of bank jumpmg had not prepared me, and two or three fields, traversed at the same steeplechase pace, brought us to a road and to an abrupt check There, suddenly, were the hounds, scrambling in baffled silence down into the road from the oppo- site bank, to look for the line they had overrun and there, amazingly, was Philippa, engaged in excited converse with several men with spades over their shoulders. " Did ye see the fox, boys ? " shouted Flurry addressing the group. "We did 1 we did I" cried my wife and her friends in chorus ; " he ran up the road ! " "We'd be badly off without Mrs. Yeates ! " said Flurry, as he whirled his mare round and clattered up the road with a hustle of hounds after him. It occurred to me as forcibly as any mere earthly PMlippa's Fox-Hunt ,3^ thing can occur to those who are wraoDed in tl,» had never before seen a fox out of a cage at the Zoo. H„hppa was taking to hunting very kindly e"yLtnt "''' ' "''"' '^^""-' P""^. ^^r hf "Oh, Sinclair!" she exclaimed, "they say he's tr4;[-^""°'"' '""' '"^-'^ '' ^^-^ ' -n "'de an her X"' *"'' ' '"" "'■" ''"" ^°" ' " '=''°^"^^^'' Deddeirmrr "'"P'^'^''' ■■^''^y '° >n°'""- from me '^ "'' " """"^ °' "^^'^'""^ and flun« h?'' 1,''°™'' ^'^' * ^^'P "^ discovery, and flung himself over a stile into the fields ; the rest of the pack went squealing and jostlins after h.m, and I followed Flurry ovfr one'o Zse ^ finitely vaned erections, pleasantly termed "gaps " m Ireland. On this occasion the gap was mfde of iron bar, and Sorcerer conveyed to me his horough knowledge of the matter by a HfHf Ss kutSrk": T."^^' "^ '^^' ''^ '" *-^ being looked'^it I tn ''T"''"- '^° *'>='* «"««"* • Phnfnn, ' I, v,"^' f 5'- "°'- providentially can Phihppa as she had already started. I only know that undeserved good luck restored to me Z nrield! °" '°""" ^°' ^"='y '^'"' ">« - *"' minutes, for me time was not; the empty fields I '■ . i^';^ i lb'. ; 1 i ; ! • I > t ma jf ■ I '1 iJ t 136 Some Experiences of an Irish %M, ' rushed past uncounted, fences came and went in a flash while the wind sang i. my ears, and the dazzle of the early sun was in my eyes. I saw the hounds occasionally, sometimes pourin<» over a green bank, as the charging breaker lifts and flings I FELT AS IF I WERE BEING SKILFULLY KICKED DOWNSTAIRS itself, sometimes driving across a field, as the white tongues of foam slide racing over the sand • and always ahead of me was Flurry Knox, going as a man goes who knows his country, who knows his thTr^hrpirc'e?^^ '"^^ '' ^'^"^ ^"^ ^^^'^^ Philippa's Fox-Hunt •37 Do what I would, Sorcerer's implacable stride earned „« closer and closer to the brown mare tm! as I thundered down the slope of a long field, 1 was T(f. ?,!■ '"'f' ^^^^ f"'""y- S«^«rer had It I "^'^ '" '^""' """^ «^' ^'o* him down was beyond me; but I fought his head away to the right, and found myself coming hard and steady at a stonefaced bank with broken ground m front of .t. Flurry bore away to the left, shout- .ng somethmg that I did not understand That Sorcerer shortened his stride at the right moment was enhrey due to his own judgment; stanXg well away from the jump, he rose like a stag out of the tussocky ground, and as he swung my twelve stone SIX mto the air the obstacle revealed itself to him and me as consisting not of one bank but of two, and between the two lay a deep grassy lane half choked with furze. I have often been asked o state the width of the bohereen, and can only reply that in my opinion it was at least eighteen feet ; Flurry Knox and Dr. Hickey, who dM no" jump It, say that it is not more than five. What Sorcerer did with it I cannot say; the sensation 7l°- 1 V"'"^ "'«" ^'* =" ''''=k back in it, a biggish drop, and a landing on cee-springs of th°\*! t°""'''" ^""''- That was how one knH'«^ * °*'''' '" ''•"'^"'' '0°'' °"« of Ire- place! '^"°''"' "''"'' °^'' =• ^''y "^ty wifh rj""""" ';?' °' ^'-^°°^ '^'y ='''«=«J' rimmed ZehJ'ZZ^"' '"'' '" ''"°*^^ ~"P'« of minutes we had pulled up on the Aussolas road, and were i 'i 'I: ijh 11 iii'pi will ! iiii 138 Some Experiences of an Irish %M: "No hurry now," said Flurry, turning in his sadd e to watch the Cockatoo jump into the roa^ Malr ?ff °f,"? '" '"' '"S *^^"> ">^'de. Well Major, It s well for you that's a big-jumped horse I thought you were a dead man a whirago when you faced him at the bohereen ! " ^ I was disclaiming intention in the matter when Lady Knox and the others joined us "I thought you told me your wife was no sportswoman," sne said to me,'critic"ly scTnning Sorcerers legs for cuts the while, "but when" saw her a mmute ago she had abandoned W bicycT and was runnmg across country like " -.Oh^°°oS '"''?'■ ir-" '"te""Pted Miss Sally. r,i?l7 " ""^ '"*"™' between these ex- clamations my incredulous eyes beheld my wife m mid-air, hand in hand with a couple of stalwart country boys, with whom she was leaping in uS from the top of a bank on to the road Every one, even the saturnine Dr. Hickey, began to laugh; I rode back to Philippa, who wasTx" herXlt.'""""""'"'' =""' con'^a'tulations with "Oh, Sinclair!" she cried, "wasn't it splendid ? 1 saw you jumping, and everything! Where are they going now?" ^ wnere are "My dear girl," I said, with marital disapproval. you re killing yourself. Where's your bicycle ? " ... n' P""<='"''ed in a sort of lane, back there Its all right; and then they "-she 'breathlessly 1- tt 1 ¥■ 1 1 WW* 1 H. Philippa's Fox-Hunt '39 waved her hand at her attendants-" they showed me the way. " Begor ! you proved very good, Miss ! " said a grinning cavalier. "Faith she did !' said another, polishing his shin- ennpHTt""'*^ ^'' ^^^^" ^"""^^ coat-sleeve, "she lepped like a haarse ! " saidT"^ ^^^ ' ^'^ ^""^ ^°" propose to go home ? " hnl' 1?"'* u""""^ ^""^ ' ^°"'* ^^^^ ' I'"^ not going home She cast an entirely disobedient eye a? ^t^. ^ ^T ^^^'^^^'' '' ^^"g»"g ^omi your backhand your tie is bulging out ove? your waist- awlj! ^'^^^' ^'"""P ""^ '^^''' ^"^ ^^Sun to move "Were going on into Aussolas," called out ■flurry ; come on, and make my grandmother give you some breakfast, Mrs. Yeatesf she alway has It at eight o'clock." ' The front gates were close at hand, and we turned n under the tall beech-trees, with the unswept eaves rustlmg round the horses' feet, and the lovely blue of the October morning sky filling the leave? tu'" ^T"' ^''^ ''^^"<='- '"^ golden hoZl ^°°'^' """"^ «th the voices of the w J. *h i?'?^ ^" untrammelled rabbit hunt, wh, e the Master and the Whip, both on foot strolled along unconcen.^dly with their bridles over their arms, makmg themselves agreeable to my wife DrTckeT' *v "=' "' I^'-^y^ "-". or a crack of Dt. Hickey s whip, just indicating to the pack that HO Some Experiences of an Irish ^M. the authorities still took a friendly interest in their doings. Dovvn a grassy glade in the wood a party of old Mrs. Knoxs young horses suddenly swept into view, headed by an old mare, who, with her tail over her back, stampeded ponderously past our cavalcade shaking and swinging her handsome old head, while her youthful friends bucked and kicked and snapped at each other round her with the ferocious humour of their kind. " Here, Jerome, take the horn," said Flurry to Dr. H.ckey ; "I m going to see Mrs. Yeates up to top of'her'." "'^ '''""" '""''°"^' ^""'* S^"°P °" From this point it seems to me that Philippa's adventures are more worthy of record than mine, and as she has favoured me with a full account of them, I venture to think my version may be relied on. ^ Mrs. Knox was already at breakfast when Philippa was led, quaking, into her formidable presence. My wife s acquaintance with Mrs. Knox was, so far hmited to a state visit on either side, and she found but httle comfort in Flurry's asstirances that his grandmother wouldn't mind if he brought all the hounds in to breakfast, couplea with the statement that she would put her eyes on sticks for the Major. Whatever the truth of this may have been, Mrs. Knox received her guest with an equanimity quite unshaken by the fact that her boots were in the ' fender instead of on her feet, and that a couple of Philippa's FoX'Hunt 141 shawls of varying dimensions and degrees of age did not conceal the inner presence of a magenta flannel dressing-jacket. She installed Philippa at he table and plied her with food, oblivious as to whether the needful implements with which to eat It were forthcoming or no. She told Flurrv Tt A t^^"" . ^^^ '"^'"^ ^^' ^^"^iJy» ^nd she watched him ride away, with some biting com- ments on his mare's hocks screamed after him from the window. The dining-room at Aussolas Castle is one of the many rooms in Ireland in which Cromwell is said to have stabled his horse (and probably no one would have objected less than Mrs. Knox had she been consulted in the matter). Philippa questions if the room had ever been tidied up since, and she endorses Flurry's observation that "there wasn't a day ,11 the year you wouldn't get feeding for a hen and chickens on the floor." Opposite to Philippa, on a Louis Qumze chair, sat Mrs. Knox's woolly dog, Its suspicious little eyes peering at her out of their setting of pink lids and .dirty white wool A couple of young horses outside the windows tore at the matted creepers on the walls, or thrust faces that were half-shy, half-impudent, into the room. Portly pigeons waddled to and fro on the broad window-sill, sometimes flying in to perch on the picture-frames, while they kept up incessantly a noarse and pompous cooing. Animals and children are,'as a rule, alike destruc- tive to conversation ; but Mrs. Knox, when she chose, dien entendu, could have made herself agree- 4 ■:|i| lii \ I! ' Vi rn '& HI I ^^^B'*'' ^ i 1 I 1 1 ^^^^i" 'Xki ^^^^^ J . ! ■«!■ ^^^^^■;t! !'H|I ^^V' ^ffi" ; ^^^^^^^B ; Sa ^^^^^^B'^ t <*f \V 152 Some Experiences of an Irish ^M. be; but, I think, without panic; Mr. Sh'ite alone stuck to the ship, with the horses struggling and rearing below him. The groom and I contrived to back them, and by so doing caused the reins to unwind themselves from the axle. " It was my fault." said Mr. Shute, hauling them in as fast as we could give them to him ; " I broke the reins yesterday, and these are the phaeton ones, and about six fathoms long at that, and I forgot and let the slack go overboard. It's all right, I won't do it again." With this reassurance we cCirHded ourselves once more to the wagonette. As we neared the town of Drumcurran the fact that we were on our way to a horse fair became alarmingly apparent. It is impossible to imagine how we pursued an uninjured course through the companies oi horsemen, the crowded carts, the squealing colts, the irresponsible led horses, and, most immutable of all obstacles, the groups of countrywomen, with the hoods of their heavy blue cloaks over their heads. They looked like nuns of some obscore order; they were deaf and blind as ramparts of sandbags; nothing less callous to human life than a Parisian cabdriver could have burst a way through them. Many times during that drive I had cause to be thankful for the sterling qualities of Mr. Shute's brake ; with its aid he dragged his over-fed bays into a crawl that finally, and not without injury to the varnish, took the wagonette to the Royal Hotel. Every avail- able stall in the yard was by that tiiv filled, and it i A Misdeal ^SZ was only Ivy virtue of the fact that the kitchenmaid WIS roarly related to my cook that the indignant grooin was permitted to stable the bays in a den known as the calf-house. That I should have lent myself to such an expedition was wholly due to my wife. Since Philippa had taken up her residence in Ireland sue had discovered a taste for horses that was m>t to be extmguished, even by an occasional afternoon on the Quaker, whose paces had become harder than rock in his many journeys to Petty Sessions; she had also discovered the Shutes newcomers on the outer edge of our vast visit-' ing district, and between them this party to Drum- curran Horse Fair had been devised. Philippa proposed to buy herself a hunter. Bernard Shute wished to do the same, possibly two hunters money being no difficulty with this fortunate young man. Miss Sally Knox was of the company, and I also had been kindly invited, as to a missionary meeting to come, and bring my cheque-book. I ! .T^t.f'^'"^ ''^^"'^ ^" *h^ ^^^'^ was the fact that Mr. Flurry Knox was to meet us at the scene of action. The fair was held in a couple of large fields outside the town, and on the farther bank of the Curranhilty River. Across a wide and glittering ford, horses of all sizes and sorts were splashing and a long row of stepping-stones was hopped, and staggered and scrambled over by a ceaseless •ariety of foot-passengers. A man with a cart plied as a ferry boat, doing a heavy trade among iii-!:ll :lfli Mvm i li fS 154 Some Experiences of an Irish %M. the applewomen and vendors of "crubeens," a/tas pigs' feet, a grisly delicacy peculiar to Irish open- air holiday-making, and the July sun blazed on a scene that even Miss Cecilia Shute found to be almost repayment enough for the alarms of the drive. "As a rule, I am so bored by driving that I find it reviving to be frightened," she said to me, as we climbed to safety on a heathery ridge above the fields dedicated to galloping the horses; "but when my brother scraped all those people off one side of that car, and ran the pole into the cart of lemonade - bottles, I began to wish for courage to tell him I was going to get out and walk home." " Well, if you only knew it," said Bernard, who was spreading rugs over the low furze bushes in the touching belief that the prickles would not come through, "the time you came nearest to walking home was when the lash of the whip got twisted round Nancy's tail. Miss Knox, you're an authority on these things—don't you think it would be a good scheme to have a light anchor in the trap, and when the horses began to play the fool, you'd heave the anchor over the fence and bring them up all standing ? " "They wouldn't stand very long," remarked Miss Sally. "Oh, that's all right," returned the inventor; "I'd have a dodge to cast them loose, with the pole and the splinter-bar." "You'd never see them again," responded A Misdeal j^r She was surveying Miss Sally through her pince- nez as she spoke, and was, I have reason to beheve, deciding that by the end of the day her brother would be well on in the first stages of his nfteenth love affair. It has possibly been suspected that Mr. Bernard Shute was a sailor, had been a sailor rather, until within the last year, when he had tumbled into a fortune and a property, and out of the navy, in the shortest time on record. His enthusiasm for horses had been nourished by the hirelings of Malta, and other resorts of her Majesty's ships and his knowledge of them was, so far, bounded by the fact that it was more usual to come off over their heads than their tails. For the rest he J.vas a clean-shaved and personable youth, with a laugh which I may, without offensive intention, define as possessing a what-cheeriness special to his profession, and a habit, engendered no doubt by long sojourns at the Antipodes, of getting his clothes in large hideous consignments from a naval outfitter. It was eleven o'clock, and the fair was in full swing. Its vortex was in the centre of the field below us, where a low bank of sods and earth had been erected as a trial jump, .vi^h a yelling crowd of men and boys at either en-, acting instead of the usual wings to prevent a swerve. Strings of i^i III. h:t\ 156 Some Experiences of an \.M. if 'i fil reluctant horses were scourged ovci the bank by dozens of willing hands, while jxhortation, cheers, and criticism were freely showered upon each performance. "Give the knees to the saddle, boy, and ^c*ve the heels slack." "That's a nice horse. He'd keep a jock on his bad: where another'd throw him ! " " Well jumpt '\ begor ! She fled that fairly ! " as an ungainly three-year-old flounced over the bank without putting a hoof on it. Then her owner, unloosing his pride in simile after the manner of his race, "Ah ha! when she give a lep, man, she's that free, she's like a hare for it ! " A giggling group of count-y girls elbowed their way past us out of the crowd of spectators, one of the number incituig her fellows to hurry on to the other field " until they'd see the lads galloping the horses," to which another responding that she'd "be skinned alive for the horses," the' party sped on their way. We— i.e. my wife. Miss Kw k, Bernard Shute, and myself — fc -wed in th^ir wake, a matter by no means as easy as it looked. Miss Shute had exhibited her wrr^ed intelli- gence by remaining on the hilUop with the " Spectator " ; she had not reached the happy point of possessing a mind ten years older than her age, and a face ten years younger, w. uou< also developing the gift of scenting :)oredom. ron afar. We squeezed pa^t the noses and heels of fidgety horses, a id circumnavigated their atten- dant groups of critics, while iialf-trained brutes in A Misdeal 157 snaffles bol+ed to nowhere and back again, and whinnying foals ran to and fro in search of their mothers. A moderate bank divided the upper from the lower fields, and as every feasible spot in it was commanded by a refusing horsC; the choice of a place and moment for crossing it required judg- ment. I got Philippa across it in safety; Miss Knox, though as capable as any young .voman in Ireland of getting over a bank, either on horse- back or on her own legs, had to submit to the assistance of Mr. Shute, and the laws of dynamics decreed that a force sufficient to raise a bower anchor should hoist her seven stone odd to the top of the bank ^vith such speed that she landed half on her kne^ and half in the arms of her pioneer. A group of portentously quiet men stood near, their eyes on the ground, their hands m ti^eir pockets; they \ e all dressed so much alike that I did not at x.rst notice that Flurry Knox was among them ; when i did, I perceived that hi<^ eyes, instead of being on the ground, were surveying Mr. Shute with that measure of disapproval that he habitually bestowed upon strange men. "You're later than I thought you'd be," he said. "I have a horse half- bought for Mrs. Yeates. It's that old mare of Bobby Bennett's; she makes a httlc noise, but she's a good mare, and you couldn't throw her down if you tried. Bobby wants thirty pounds for her, but I think you might get her for less. She's in the hotel ny ;i|fr if 1 158 Some Experiences of an Irish T{.M. stables, and you can see her when you co to lunch." ** We moved on towards the rushy bank of the nyer, and Philippa and Sally Knox seated them- selves on a low rock, looking, in their white frocks, as incongruous iv that dingy preoccupied assemblage as the dreamy meadow-sweet and purple spires of loosestrife that thronged the river banks. Bernard Shute had been lost in the shifting maze of men and horses, who were, for the most part, galloping with the blind fury of charging bulls ; but presently, among a party who seemed to be riding the finish of a race, we descried our friend, and a second or two later he hauled a brown mare to a standstill in front of us. "The fellow's asking forty- ■A * ^.- o „ ^^^ pounds for her," he said to Miss Sally; "she's a nailer to gallop I don't think it's too much ? " ^ ^' " Her grandsire was the Mountain Hare." said the owner of the mare, hurrying up to continue her family history, "and he was the grandest horse in the four baronies. He was forty-two "her grandsire was the MOUNTAIN hare" A Misdeal „ years of age when he died, and they waked him ;■ f .u °" ""'^^ "'=" "'■-'s one of his stock and ,f there was forty men and their wives and they ^after h,m with sticks, he wouldn't lep ; sod "Lep is it!" ejaculated the owner in a voice "ence 'n ,f th f T""'^'^' ^"<^ '^ere isn't a fence in it that she wouldn't go up to it as mdepindent as if she was going 1o her bed and " You want too much money for her McCarthv " returned Miss Sally, with her^ittle air of pre.er- natural wisdom. preier- "God pardon you, Miss Knox! Sure a ladv mtneTforTt "^" *^^!, ^-^y^ve pounds is t l3d ''HHr''- ^^^^y-five pounds!" He a pfesent to fh 'f, ^°°^ ^"^ "^^ ^^ "^^^e her a present to the gentleman all out as take three arthmgs less for her ! She's too grand entirely or a poor farmer like me, and if it w.sn' for the long weak family I have, I wouldn't part whh her under twice the money." ^ "Three fine lumps of daughters in America paying his rent for him," commented pfury in the background. "Thafo+u^i «;;' riurry m ' <• {'' That's the long weak family ,1.11 h,-f^ 'l!.SS 1 60 Some Experiences of an Irish ^M, Bernard dismounted and slapped the mare's ribs approvingly. "I haven't had such a gallop since I v;as at Rio," he said. "What do you think of her, Miss Knox ? " Then, without waiting for an answer, "I like her. I think I may as well give him the forty-five and have done with it 1 " At these ingenuous words I saw a spasm of anguish cross the countenance of McCarthy, easily interpreted as the first pang of a life-long regret that he had not asked twice the money. Flurry Knox put up an eyebrow and winked at me ; Mr. Shute's groom turned away for very shame. Sally Knox laughed with the deplorable levity of nineteen. Thus, with a brevity absolutely scandalous in the eyes of all beholders, the bargain was con- cluded. Flurry strolled up to Philippa, observing an elaborate remoteness from Miss Sally and Mr. Shute. "I believe I'm selling a horse here myself to- day," he said; "would you like to have a look at him, Mrs. Yeates ? " " Oh, are you selling, Knox ? " struck in Bernard, to whose brain the glory of buying a horse had obviously mounted like new wine ; " I want another, and I know yours are the right sort." "Well, as you seem fond of galloping," said Flurry sardonically, " this one might suit you." " You don't meaii the Moonlighter ? " said Miss Knox, looking fixedly at him. A Misdeal jg^ shred Of arght^bufrrre ^"^ ^ '""« with flickerh!™ ears V ?'-,'""*"8 ^"'^ '"^sing, and his strong Zk humne^' -"^'"^ '"'='^«'' '" boded little sood V 'I '" " "'■™"«'- "'at he appeared fn h; '" '" "^ ""'"'ored eye, anim'ara4Vtd';eV:rsrt «"°.'-'°"'^'"S back as far as th^ f . shoulders that raked jumping hind-qtrtS l"d a^^h' '"^ 1™^ '-" neck; it was obvious (iatnothi ""^ ''""'' ''"d Hallahane's adroit ch„4s ".. V V^^P' M'=''="=' from displaying h s ^V,^;: ^" """"^'^ '^'^P' him Bernard Vr;d'ati^m?n''Sr;;:,tTH °' ^"^^S^" and intimidating silence of f I,; ^''''Snant the 'ongue-tied' muteness of heirrr"'"' '"' His eye for fnr^p« ^.^ neipiess ignorance. formed'on drcusToste, fanTthe " h ''^'"'' "^^ of a well-known Tmb ocatlon and ^'1".'?*^ approximated in colour and ' crduc^T'tS a.jjn^|^^ft;:t^k?ai<«- and"rave%trgr;r£---!-^- remained impenetrably u'namlwl ""''• '''""^ onute. I dare say I needn't tell w„ that f •• h !• 'ti 'li -I ii I 162 Some Experiences of an Irish ^M. with a very engaging smile at Miss Sally ; " but I like this one awfully." As even Philippa said afterwards, she would not have given herself away like that over buying a reel of cotton. "Are you quite sure that he's really the sort of horse you want ? " said Miss Knox, with rather more colour in her face than usual ; " he's only four years old, and he's hardly a finished hunter." The object of her philanthropy looked rather puzzled. " What ! can't he jump ? " he said. " Is it jump ? " exclaimed Michael Hallahane, unable any longer to contain himself ; " is it the horse that jumped five foot of a clothes line in Heffernan's yard, and not a one on his back but himself, and didn't leave so much as the thrack of his hoof on the quilt that was hanging on it!" " That's about good enough," said Mr. Shute, with his large friendly laugh ; " what's your price, Knox ? I must have the horse that jumped the quilt ! I'd like to try him, if you don't mind. There are some jolly-looking banks over there." " My price is a hundred sovereigns," said Flurry ; " you can try him if you like." " Oh, don't ! " cried Sally impulsively ; but Ber- nard's foot was already in the stirrup. "I call it disgraceful ! " I heard her say in a low voice to her kinsman — " you know he can't ride." The kinsman permitted himself a malign smile. "That's his look-out," he said. Perhaps the unexpected docility with which ^ Misdeal jg Moonlighter allowed himself tn k through the crowd was ^7* « * ""^n^uvred stone; at all events hi Bernard's thirteen into the next ^^^^^l^^Z^'tr^l ^ g="^ however, had no idea nf '^ '''^- Bernard, in the shape of 'a verv « "'^ <=°"s«q"ences How he remained wilh ^ ^"'' ^'''^ buck, of the saddle itTs imnoslrf" "'"'"^ distance his early experien ^Tth: ri.7'"" ' ^^'''^P^ ■n good stead in the rnln ^^?^ ^^""^ him by his hands ; I^ut howr. "' ''''"^'"g «" remain, and went awav hJ Pf^^^^^d, he did he himself subsequenTw dl?"h '^ *"'" =" ^^at knots." equently described as "the rate of Po&betf oSUi^VT"^, ='"'' -" "^ =• Michael Hallahane Indvar^; ir',;"^'"*"g were in time to see Mr si, I onlookers, and advantageous spot !n a ho^ln f^'f""^ '^^ '«='st Nothing but the grey horse's T" '""^ ''''"''• the pair safely over Z '?""* ^<=«^"y got changed feet in thrh;art ofaT" I °" ^ ^'='"«' lost to view. In what riV t"rze-bush, and was and his steed aligh7ed Us tl"' ^°''"°"^ «^™="-d lecture; when we cauX ° ./ f^"^"- "' con- Moonlighter was runnl^f L^'f L^h h*"'". ''^=""' on h,s back, while the sIom Af L "'^"^ """ w.ngs to his flight. P °' ""^ ground lent ^ flight. That young gentleman will be apt to be killed. *»-i.^.»>,ii ' i.i ^ nn ii ■ j I , i il 'M ih IB '>: 164 Some Experiences of an Irish %.M. said Michael Hallahane with composure, not to say enjoyment. "He'll be into the long bog with him pretty soon," said Flurry, his keen eye tracking the fugitive. « Oh !— I thought he was off that time ! " ex- claimed Miss Sally, with a gasp in which consterna- tion and amusement were blended. " There ! He is into the bog ! " It did not take us long to arrive at the scene of disaster, to which, as to a dog-fight, other foot-runners were already hurrying, and on our arrival we found things looking remarkably un- pleasant for Mr. Shute and Moonlighter. The latter was sunk to his withers in the sheet of black slime into which he had stampeded; the former, submerged to the waist three yards further away in the bog, was trying to drag himself to- wards firm ground by the aid of tussocks of wiry grass. " Hit him ! " shouted Flurry. " Hit him ! he'll sink if he stops there ! " Mr. Shute turned on his adviser a face stream- ing with black mud, out of which his brown eyes and white teeth gleamed with undaunted cheer- fulness. " All jolly fine," he called back ; " if I let go this grass I'll sink too ! " A shout of laughter from the male portion of the spectators sympathetically greeted this announce- ment, and a dozen equally futile methods of escape were suggested. Among those who had joined )t to say I pretty ing the i\" ex- nsterna- •e! He le scene t, other on our ,bly un- r. The sheet of ed; the s further nself to- ) of wiry m! he'll stream- wn eyes d cheer- it go this jn of the inounce- )f escape d joined ■4 Misdeal 165 us was fortunately, one of the many boys who several of these knotted together, a line of com hoses i^ h J it' °^'"""" ''"P""- i" which to activity by showers of stones and imDreca- X R '^-""y -^h-tened by the presence of him t„f ""■"' '"'"^'"S °" «° his tail, belaboured fchfe'ved. °' *°™"« ">' ^'•^""^ ='^hore waf "He's mine, Knox, you know," were Mr. Shute's firs words as he scrambled to his feet; "he'^^ he money r" ' ''" ^°' across-worth ' twice the "Oh "'h^'! ""'^ P.'^l"* ' " '■"'"^"■'^^d » bystander. interoo'sed Phr'"" ''°''™" '*°™^ dry clothes," mterposed Phil.ppa practically; "surely therV must be some one " ' ^"^^ "There's a shop in the town where he can strip a peg fe 13,. g^.,- 3,;^ p,„ g^J!.".!" li iter Td"^"^ 'r ''"?"" J°^'""y "P°" Moon. hn„ f « -^u '•''■' '=^'='"8 momently the black bog stuff with which both were coafed and as the group disintegrated, and we f,.:,„j '0 go back ih T T" P'"'""* '^^'^ pleasur.hl,, ,wf ° that burst": fr ;' ''^- ^.""'^■^ "*'^ '-eches had above his Ja'er ""'"^ =* '^^^' '"-«"'- ''-'- 'I i pr': i f!1 M Mi -I ! 1 66 Some Experiences of an Irish ^.M. "Well," said Flurry conclusively to me as we retraced our steps, " I always thought the fellow was a fool, but 1 never thought he was such a damned fool." It seemed an interminable time since breakfast when our party, somewhat shattered by the stirring events of the morning, found itself gathered in an upstairs room at the Royal Hotel, waiting for a meal that had been ordained some two hours before. The air was charged with the mingled odours of boiling cabbage and frying mutton ; we affected to speak of them with disgust, but our souls yearned to them. Female ministrants, with rustling skirts and pounding feet, raced along the passages with trays that were never for us, and opening doors released roaring gusts of conversation, blended with the clatter of knives and forks, and still we starved. Even the ginger- coloured check suit, lately labelled "The Sandring- ham. Wonderful value, 16^. ^d." in the window of Drumcurran's leading mart, and now displayed upon Mr. Shute's all too lengthy limbs, had lost its pov^er to charm. " Oh, don't tear that bell quite out by the roots, Bernard," said his sister, from the heart of a lamentable yawn. "I dare say it only amuses them when we ring, but it may remind them that we are still alive. Major Yeates, do you or do you not regret the pigs' feet ? " " More than I can express," I said, turning from the window, where I had been looking down at the endless succession of horses' backs and men's lii £■*'•* •■ A Misdeal 167 'trlet beTow^ I", '7 ""^"''"^ «""-«= - the forTllH u .f"^ '*y " *« '8'k about them thl^n';:^;^. ^^^" '-' '"' -^ *>■=•« will be bet" c'aWnfboot' "Tu"' =""" yo^ng worn „"" creaking boots, who hoarsely explained that what ouW p:„7har ""^- ""■ "'^ P°">'°-' -^"he "Well," said Miss Shute, as she began to trv conclusions between a blunt knif^ JT k „? and her glance lingered on the flies thaf d'^^a he r way across a melting mound of salt bulfer I like local colour, but I don't nr» ,k„ . " • the tablecloth." ' ' ao" t care about it on J"^^\ It '^^''"8 q"'te anxious about Irish country hotels now," said Bernard ; they're letting g^ bJc^^o Itrr'^'''- ^"^^ ^' -hef yol go Back to England no one cares a pin to hear that you ve been done up to the knocker "rha don amuse them a bit. But all my friends are as pleased as anything when I tell ^hem of the pothouse where I slept in my clothes rather than the'irH.'i"'*'' °'" '"'"' *'"^" ' complained ,0 the landlady next day, she said, 'Cock ye up° :i ! 1 'i m 1 V, "f'iii Some Experiences of an Irish ^M. Wasn't it his Reverence the Dean of Kilcoe had them last ! ' " We smiled wanly ; what I chiefly felt was respect for any hungry man who could jest in presence of such a meal. "All this time my hunter hasn't been bought," said Philippa presently, leaning back in her chair, and abandoning the unequal contest with her beef- steak. "Who is Bobby Bennett? Will his horse carry a lady ? " Sally Knox looked at me and began to laugh. "You should ask Major Yeates about Bobby Bennett," she said. « Confound Miss Sally! It had never seemed worth while to tell Philippa all that story about my doing up Miss Bobby Bennett's hair, and I sank my face in my tumbler of stagnant whisky- and-soda to conceal the colour that suddenly adorned it. Any intelligent man will understand that it was a situation calculated to amuse the ungodly, but without any real fun in it. I ex- plained Miss Bennett as briefly as possible, and at all the more critical points Miss Sally's hazel- green eyes roamed slowly and mercilessly to- wards me. " You haven't told Mrs. Yeates that she's one of the greatest horse-copers in the country," she said, when I had got through somehow; "she can sell you a very good horse sometimes, and a very bad one too, if she gets the chance." "No one will ever explain to me," said Miss Shute, scanning us all with her dark, half-amused, A Misdeal 169 and wholly sophisticated eyes, "why horse-coping IS more respectable than cheating at cards I rather respect people who are able to cheat at cards; if every one did, it would make whist so much more cheerful ; but there is no forgiveness for dealing yourself the right card, and there is no condemnation for dealing your neighbour a very wrong horse ! " " Your neighbour is supposed to be able to take care of himself," said Bernard. "Well, why doesn't that apply to card-players ? " returned his sister; "are they all in a state of helpless innocence ? " " I'm helplessly innocent," announced Philippa. horse " ^''' ^^""^" '^''"'* ^^^^ ""^ ^ '^'^"g J'^h \^^ ''^^''' '^ "''^ °^ the right ones," said Miss Sally; "she's a lovely jumper, and her manners are the very best." u ^^^ ^.°X3°'.?P^"^'^' ^"^ ^^"^^y K"ox put in his head. Bobby Bennett's downstairs," he said to me mysteriously. I got up, not without consciousness of Miss bally s eye, and prepared to follow him. "You'd better come too, Mrs. Yeates, to keep an eye on him. Don t let him give her more than thirty and If he gives that she should return him two sovereigns." This last injunction was bestowed in a whisper as we descended the stairs Miss Bennett was in the crowded yard of the Jiotel, looking handsome and overdressed, and she greeted me with just that touch of Auld Lang litiijl Wj: MS f1l' r f ; : J : h '• t ' i ■\ i:i 170 aJo/w^ Experiences of an Irish %M. Syne in her manner that 1 could best have dis- pensed with. I turned to the business in hand without delay. The brown mare was led forth from the stable and paraded for our benefit; she was one of those inconspicuous, meritorious animals about whom there seems nothing par- ticular to say, and I felt her legs and looked hard at her hocks, and was not much the wiser. "It's no use my saying she doesn't make a noise," said Miss Bobby, " because every one in the country will tell you she does. You can have a vet. if you like, and that's the only fault he can find with her. But if Mrs. Yeates hasn't hunted before now, I'll ;yuarantee Cruiskeen as just the thing for her She's really safe and confidential. My little brother Georgie has hunted her— ^ou remember Georgie, Major Yeates ?— the night of the ball, you know— and he's only eleven. Mr. Knox can tell you what sort she is." "Oh, she's a grand mare," said Mr. Knox, thus appealed to; "you'd hear her coming three fields off like a German band ! " "And well for you if you could keep within three fields of her ! " retorted Miss Bennett. " At all events, she's not like the hunter you sold Uncle, that used to kick the stars as soon as I put my foot in the stirrup ! " "'Twas the size of the foot frightened him," said Flurry. "Do you know how Uncle cured him?" said Miss Bennett, turning her back on her adversary ; A Misdeal j^, "he had him tied head and tail across the yard gate and every man that came in had to get over his back ! " *» "That's no bad one !" said Flurry Phihppa looked from one to the other in be- and 1T"|- ^'^'^\ '^' ^^^'"^g^ ^°"*'""-d, swift and unsmihng, as became two hierarchs of horse- dealing ; it went on at intervals for the next ten mmutes, and at the end of that time I had bought aid noth- '"/''^^^ P^""^^- A^ M- Benn?^ r^ad nl^Th^ '^'"* ^''^"^ "^^ ^^^^ t-° «f them, 1 had not the nerve to suggest it After this Flurry and Miss iennet went away, and were swallowed up in the fair; we re turned to our friends upstairs, and began to oZ'^tu- ^^"'"« '"'■"- This,T^ong other difficulties, involved the tracking and capture of the Shutes' groom, and took so long ettld ,r'T'""'' *'"• ^''"''"^ ^"d ' had he L " "^ """^ P^'chases Tiome, and the groom was to drive the wagonette -an a eration ardently furthered by Miss Shute. The afternoon was well advanced when Bernard and I struggled through the turmoil of the hotel hoItIer'"h.''"''' °l °"' '"'''''• ='"''' «•>« hotel man ^-.ddT I """"^"^ 1° ''" f""""' "'^ Shutes' man saddled our animals for us, and then with- trc2ZT' -g'e-handed with the bays in tl,r?°°''u'""'"f' '"^ ™^' "'=" Knox is sending the grey horse home for me," remarked Bernard as his new mare followed him tractably out of ' >i IMAGE EVALUATION TEST TARGET (MT-3) 1.0 I.I 11.25 Ui|2£ 125 lA. IIIII16 V <^ /: im ^"'^ vv ^ ^ ^'^ Photographic Sciences Corporation ?:■ ^ \ <^ ^-L. 23 WEST MAiN STScET WEBSTER, N.Y. 14580 (716)872-4503 Pi '"( I V, m hi ,i I I i'l 172 Some Experiences of an Irish %M, the stall. "He'd have been rather a handful in this hole of a place." He shoved his way out of the yard in front of me, seemingly quite comfortable and at home upon the descendant of the Mountain Hare, and I fol- lowed as closely as drunken carmen and shafts of erratic carts would permit. Cruiskeen evinced a decided tendency to turn to the right on leaving the yard, but she took my leftward tug in good part, and we moved on through the streets of Drumcurran with a dignity that was only im- paired by the irrepressible determination of Mr. Shute's new trousers to run up his leg. It was a trifle disappointing that Cruiskeen should carry her nose in the air like a camel, but I set it down to my own bad hands, and to that cause I also imputed her frequent desire to stop, a desire that appeared to coincide with every fourth or fifth public -house on the line of march. ' Indeed, at the last corner before we left the town. Miss Bennett's mare and I had a serious difference of opinion, in the course of which she mounted the pavement and remained planted in front of a very disreputable public- house, whose owner had been before me several times for various infringements of the Licensing Acts. Bernard and the corner-boys were of course much pleased; I inwardly resolved to let Miss Bennett know how her groom occupied his time in Drumcurran. We got out into the calm of the country roads without further incident, and I there discovered mdful in front of me upon id I fol- d shafts evinced I leaving in good reets of inly im- of Mr. leg. It should , but I to that jsire to le with :he line fore we I had urse of imained public- several censing 'ere of to let ied his r roads overed ^ Misdeai 173 that Cruiskeen was possessed of a dromedary swiftness in trotting, that the action was about as comfortable as the dromedary's, and that it was extremely difficult to moderate the pace. "I say! This is something like going!" said -rr-^^ . ^i 1 f - 111 i,ii.i,m#:i^i- SHE MOUNTEn THE PAVEMENT IN FRONT OF A VERY DISREPUTABLE UBLIC-HOUSE Bernard, cantering hard beside me with slack rein and every appearance of happiness. "Do you mean to keep it up all the way ? " "You'd better ask this devil," I replied, hauling on the futile ring snaffle. "Miss Bennett must have an arm like a prize-fighter. If this is what i la ■ H P( 1 1 ^^^^H^i 'ih i j 1 m I H m 1 t i i ^M Bi. ' BH ^^■f^ ^^M Hu ii i i .H.i'i!) 111)! £ ' ii : 174 Some Experiences of an Irish %.M. dences""^ <=°nfidential, I don't want her confi- Fit?' r°"'*'' ^"-""«' during which I cursed fhS m"°^ ^"? '•^8'^*"«d » vow that Philippa should r.de Cruiskeen in a cavalry bit, we reached he cross-roads at which Bernard's way parted from mine. Another difference of opinion be tween my w.fe's hunter and me here took place, «h.s time on the subject of parting from ou; companion, and I experienced that peculiar Z ward smkmg that accompanies the birth of the conv.ct.or. one has been stuck. There were still some e.ght miles between me and home, but I had at least the consolation of knowing that the sTIn^r "'°?" T''' '■'"'^' " '" '°^'V minutes. But .n this also d.sappointment awaited me Dropp.ng her head to about the level of her Jl^\ , mare subsided into a walk as slow as tha of the slowest cow, and very similar in general style In this manner 1 progressed fo? a further m.Ie, breathing forth, like St. Paul threatemngs and slaughters against Bobby Bennett and all her confederates ; and then the idea occurred to ne that many really first-class hunters th.s for a further period, and presently an oppor- tun^ for testing it presented itself.' TheTaJ made a long loop round the flank of a hill and .t was possn,le to save half a mile or so by get^ ting .nto the fields. It was a short cut I fad often taken on the Quaker, and it involved nothing more ser.ous than a couple of low stone "gaps" T confi- I cursed Philippa reached parted lion be- k place, jm our iliar in- of the ere still , but I hat the ninutes. id me. of her IS slow lilar in 5ed for Paul, Jennett 3 idea lunters f with 3ppor- ■ road 1, and y get- I had )thing gaps " ^ Misdeal j^^ and an infantine bank. 1 turned Cruiskeen at the first of these. She was evidently surprised Being m an excessively bad temper, I beat her m a way that surprised her even more, and she jumped the stones precipitately and with an ease that shaded she knew quite well what she was about. I vented some further emotion upon her ^o^n *^\"°"^^"^^"* "tedium of my cane, and gal which 1 T^' *'^- '^^' ^"^ -- ^^^ bank, whu:h as they say m these parts, she "fied'' without putting an iron on it."^ It was not the right way to jump it, but it was inspiriting, and when she had disposed of the next gap witho"^ hesitation my waning confidence in mIs BennJt began to revive. I cantered over the ridge of which f ' ^"^" '* *"^^^^^ *^^ cottage nea which I was accustomed to get out on to the road again. As I neared my wonted opening in the fence, I saw that it had been filfed by a stout pole, well fi: .d into the bank at each end but net mo^e than three feet high. Cruiskeen ner at it, and gave her a whack. Ages afterwards there was some one speaking about' nith"' '^' ^' ^ '"^^" *^^* ' -- ^ '-- ng about nothing in particular. I went on dream mg and was impressed by the shape of a fat jug mottled white and blue, that intruded itself pihf-' If LffoH h T""^. ^''^'^ ^"^^^^' ^^^y "^g^"t -nd full of effort, but quite outside any concern of mine I also made an effort of some kind : I was doing my very best to be good and polite, buT J .♦ il f■.■ i! THE OREY-HAIRED WOMAN fauir1L°Lid°'""shi' """■'■ P^°' ^™'^'^^™'^ " Mr s^l , .. . ' '^ '"''y ' C'^me after you ' - thatdly^'"'^' '-<'•• "-»•'"«»[ tl,; fair " "' **'*'" ='"'**«'-«d Miss Bobby, looking at M 1,4 i * . , T • I M< 1 h i I if III [•til I „ f in m ; I*;' 1 178 Some Experiences of an Irish ^M. me with very compassionate eyes ; " you and he got on each other's horses by mistake at the hotel, and you got the worst of the exchange ! " " Oh ! " 1 said, without even trying to under- stand. " He's here within, your honour's ladyship, Mrs. Yeates, ma'am," shouted the grey-haired woman at the door ; " don't be unaisy, achudth ; he's doing grand. Sure, I'm telling Miss Binnitt if she was his wife itself, she couldn't give him betther care ! " The grey-haired woman laughed. : I H ! I VIII THE HOLY ISLAND COR three days of November a white fog stood I motionless over the country All davLT ii night smothered booms and b';ngt away to the sonth-west told that the Fastnet gun was hlrf unlirH'.r'' *"' '"'"' °' «•>« Americlr liners uphfted the.r monstrous female voices as they felt their way along the coast of Cork. On the third afternoon the wind began to whine about he wmdows of Shreelane, Ld the t omete fell hke a stone. At ii p.m. the storm rshed train". ".L" V "' ^f '"" ">« -^dennes o' a tram , ,he chimneys bellowed, the tall old house quivered, and the yelling wind drove agrinst it as a man puts his shoulder against a door to bur" We none of us got much sleep, and if Mrs Cadogan is to be believed _ which experience assures me she is not-she spent the mgM in devotional exercises, and in ministering to the panic-stricken kitchen-maid by the light of a Blessed candle. All that day the storm treamed on dry-eyed; at nightfall the rain began, Tnd next morning, which happened to be Sunday if n f: .'1 i 1 / 1 1 80 Some Experiences of an Irish ^.M. every servant in the house was a messenger of Job, laden with tales of leakages, floods, and fallen trees, and inflated with the ill-concealed glory of their kind in evil tidings. To Peter Cadogan, who had been to early Mass, was reserved the crowning satisfaction of reporting that a big vessel had gone on the rocks at Yokahn Point the evening before, and was break- ing up fast ; it was rumoured that the crew had got ashore, but this feature, being favourable and uninteresting, was kept as much as possible in the background. Mrs. Cadogan, who had been to America in an ocean liner, became at once the latest authority on shipwrecks, and was of opinion that "whoever would be dhrownded, it wouldn't be thim lads o' sailors. Sure wasn't there the greatest storm ever was in it the time meself was on the say, and what'd thim fellows do but to put us below eitirely in the ship, and close down the doors on us, the way theirselves'd leg it when we'd be dhrownding ! " This view of the position was so startlingly novel that Philippa withdrew suddenly from the task of ordering dinner, and fell up the kitchen stairs in unsuitable laughter. Philippa has not the most rudimentary capacity for keeping her countenance. That afternoon I was wrapped in the slumber, balmiest and most profound, that follows on a wet Sunday luncheon, when Murray, our D.I. of police, drove up in uniform, and came into the house on the top of a gust that set every The Holy Island i8i door banging and every picture dancing on the walls He looked as if his eyes had been blown out of his head, and he wanted somethinii to eat very badly. "I've been down at the wreck since ten o'clock this morning," he said, " waiting for her to break up, and once she does there'll be trouble She's an American ship, and she's full up with rum and bacon, and butter, and all sorts. Bosanquet IS there with all his coastguards, and there are five hundred country people on the strand at this moment, waiting for the fun to begin I've got ten of my fellows there, and I wish I had as many more. You'd better come back with me Yeates, we may want the Riot Act before all's done ! " •f ^^l \^Tl [^'" ^^^ ^^'^^^^' b"t it seemed as if It had fed the wind instead of calming it, and when Murray and I drove out of Shreelane, the whole dirty sky was moving, full sailed, in from the south-west, and the telegraph wires were hanging in a loop from the pet outside the gate. Nothing except a Skebawn . a. -horse would have faced the whooping charges of the wind that came at us across Corran Lake; stimulated mysteriously by whistles from the driver, Murray's yellow hireling pounded woodenly along against the blast, till the smell of the torn sea-leed was borne upon it, and we saw the Atlantic waves come towering into the bay of Tralagough. The ship was, or had been, a three-masted barque; two of her masts were gone, and her I ^tl I, f i 182 Some Experiences of an Irish %M. bows stood high out of water on the reef that ^rms one of the shark-hke jaws of the bay The long strand was crowded with black groups of people, from the bank of heavy shingle that had been hurled over on to the road, down to the s ope where the waves pitched themselves and climbed and fought and tore the gravel back with them, as though they had dug their fingers in The people were nearly all men, dressed solemnly and hideously in their Sunday clothes • most of them had come straight from Mass with' out any dinner, true to that Irish instinct that places Its fun before its food. That the wreck was regarded as a spree of the largest kind was sufficiently obvious. Our car pulled up at a public-house that stood askew between the road and the shingle; it was humming with those whom irish publicans are pleased to call "Bona feeds," and sundry of the same class were clustered round the door. Under the wall on the lee- side was seated a bagpiper, droning out " The Irish Washerwoman " with nodding head and tap- pmg heel, and a young man was cutting a few steps of a jig for the delectation of a grouo of girls. ^ ^ So far Murray's constabulary had done nothing but exhibit their imposing chest measurement and spotless uniforms to the Atlantic, and Bosan- quet's coastguards had only salvaged some spars, the d6bris of a boat, and a dead sheep, but their time was coming. As we stumbled down over the shingle, battered by the wind and pelted ! ne Holy hLiid ■83 <. Sh,°* !. °' I?""' '°'""-' "'"^ ^"ide me shouted, Shes gonel" A hill of water had smothered ■W rl « 'he bows, with the bowsprit hanfit ing from them m a tangle of rigging. The clouds^ bronzed by an unseen sunset, hm.g low over her, ,„ that greedy pack of ;aves, w^h the remorseless rocks above and below he creatures ""' '"°'' '°""^ """ •''™'^"'«'' °' About half-an-hour afterwards the cargo began to come ashore on the top of the rising tkle Barrels were p unging and diving in the trough of the waves, hke a school of porpoises ; thty were pitched up the beach in waist deep rushes of foam, they rolled down again, and we e swung up and shouldered by the next wave, playing I kmd of Tom Tiddler's ground with the cofst' guards. Some of the barrels were big and dangerous, some were small and nimble like young p,gs, and the bluejackets were up to thei, m.ddles as their prey dodged and ducked, and the police hned out along the beach to keep back the people. Ten men of the R.I.C. can do a grea deal, but they cannot be in more than twenty or thirty places at the same iLtant; therefore they could hardly cope with a scattered and extremely active mob of four or l^ve hun- dred, ^any of whom had taken advantage of the,r privileges as "bona- fide travellers," and a^l of whom were determined on getting at the I ; I l.-(« i'!- ' •* % I I' ll II 'T II L„f- H ( 1 84 Some Experiences of an Irish '^M. As ihe dusk fell the thing got more and more out of hand ; the people had found out that the big puncheons held the rum, and had succeeded in capturing one. In the twinkling of an eye it was broached, and fifty backs were shov- ing round it like a football scrummage. I have heard many rows in my time : I have seen two Irish regiments — one of them Militia — at each other's throats in Fermoy barracks ; I have heard Philippa's water spaniel and two fox-terriers hunt- ing a strange cat round the dairy ; but never have I known such untrammelled bedlam as that which yelled round the rum-casks on Tralagough strand. For it was soon not a question of one broached cask, or even of two. The barrels were coming in fast, so fast that it was impossible for the representatives of law and order to keep on any sort of terms with th^jm. The people, shouting with laughter, stove in the casks, and drank rum at 34° above proof, out of their hands, out of their hats, out of their boots. Women came fluttering over the hillsides through the twilight, carrying jugs, milk-pails, anything that would hold the liquor ; I saw one of them, roar- ing with laughter, tilt a filthy zinc bucket to an old man's lips. With the darkness came anarchy. The rising tide brought more and yet more booty : great spars came lunging in on the lap of the waves, mixed up with cabin furniture, seamen's chests, and the black and slippery barrels, and the country people continued to flock in, and the drinking ^he Holy Island 185 became more and more unbridled. Murray sent for more men and a doctor, and we slaved on hopelessly in the dark; collaring half-drunken men, shovmg pig-headed casks up hills of shingle husthng m among groups of roaring drinkers— OUT OF THEIR BOOTS we rescued perhaps one barrel in half-a-dozen. I began to know that there were men there who were not drunk and were not idle; I was also aware, as .he strenuous hours of darkness passed, of an ocMsional rumble of cart wheels on the >f. H 1 lif.^ \ , 1 1 ■ 1 4i i !■ . . i - 1 ' \\ I * f 1 86 Some Experiences of an Irish %,M. road. It was evident that the casks which were broached were the least part of the looting, but even they were beyond our control. The most that Bosanquet, Murray, and I could do was to concentrate our forces on the casks that had been secured, and to organise charges upon the swil- ling crowds in order to upset the casks that they had broached. Already men and boys were lying about, limp as leeches, motionless as the dead. "They'll kill themselves before morning, at this rate !" shouted Murray to me. "They're drinking it by the quart! Here's another barrel: come on!" We rallied our small forces, and after a brief but furious struggle succeeded in capsizing it. It poured away in a flood over the stones, over the prostrate figures that sprawled on them, and a howl of reproach followed. " If ye pour away any more o' that. Major," said an unctuous voice in my ear, "ye'll intoxicate the stones and they'll be getting up and knocking us down ! " I had been aware of a fat shoulder next to* mine in the throng as we heaved the puncheon over, and I now recognised the ponderous wit and Falstaffian figure of Mr. James Canty, a noted member of the Sicebawn Board of Guardians, and the owner of a large farm near at hand. "I never saw worse work on this strand," he went on. "I considher these debaucheries a disgrace to the counthry." STTf irrs %M. /hich were Doting, but The most do was to it had been I the swil- 3 that they 3oys were ess as the The Holy Island 187 Mr. Canty was famous as an orator, and I presume that it was from long practice among his fellow P.L.G.'s that he was able, wiTouf apparent exertion, to out-shout the storm. .rrYvVn ^""T^"^'^ ^^^ long-awaited reinforcements arrived, and along with them came Dr. Jerome Hickey, armed with a black bag. Having men! I . .?; ng, at this e drinking rel ; come I brief but ig it. It i, over the m, and a ajor," said (xicate the knocking :t to mine leon over, wit and a noted Guardians, id. rand," he cheries a MR. JAMES CANTY tioned that the bag contained a pump^not one ot the common or garden variety— and that no S °? K^°^'^ ^ foundering ship had more arduous labours to perform, I prefer to pass to other themes. The wreck, which had at first appeared to be as inexhaustible and as variously stocked as that in the "Swiss Family RobTnson ^ it r!*"i '! i| l.ii 1 88 Some Experiences of an Irish ^.M. was beginning to fail in its supply. The crowd were by this time for the most part incapable from drink, and the fresh contingent of police tackled their work with some prospect of success by the light of a tar barrel, contributed by the owner of the public-house. At about the same time I began to be aware that I was aching with fatigue, that my clot, es hung heavy and soaked upon me' that my face was stiff with the salt spray and the bitter wind, and that it was two hours past dinner- time. The possibility of fried salt herrings and hot whisky and water at the public-house rose dazzlingly before my mind, when Mr. Canty again crossed my path. " In my opinion ye have the whole cargo under conthrol now, Major," he said, "and the police and the sailors should be able to account for it all now by the help of the light. Wasn't I the finished fool that I didn't think to send up to my house for a tar barrel before now ! Well— we're all foolish sometimes ! But indeed it's time for us to give over, and that's what I'm after saying to the Captain and Mr. Murray. You're exhausted now the three of ye, and if I might make so bold, I'd suggest that ye'd come up to my little place and have what'd warm ye before ye'd go home. It's only a few perches up the road." The tide had turned, the rain had begun again, and the tar barrel illumined the fact that Dr. Hickey's dreadful duties alone were pressing. We held a council and finally followed Mr. Canty, picking our way through wreckage of all kinds,' ! M: The Holy Island 189 including the human variety. Near the public- house I stumbled over something that was soft and had a squeak in it; it was the piper, with his head and shoulders in an overturned rum-barrel and the bagpipes still under his arm. ' I knew the outward appearance of Mr. Canty's house very well. It was a typical southern farm- house, with dirty whitewashed walls, a slated roof and small, hermetically - sealed windows staring at the morass of manure which constituted the yard. We followed Mr. Canty up the filthy lane that led to it, picked our way round vague and squelching spurs of the manure heap, and were finally led through the kitchen into a stifling best parlour. Mrs. Canty, a vast and slatternly matron, had evidently made preparations for us ; there was a newly-hghted fire pouring fiame up the chimney from layers of bogwood, there were whisky and brandy on the table, and a plateful of biscuits sugared in white and pink. Upon our hostess was a black silk dress which indifferently concealed the fact that she was short of boot-laces, and that the boots themselves had made many excursions to the yard and none to the blacking-bottle. Her manners, however, were admirable, and while I live I shall not forget her potato cakes. They came in hot and hot from a pot-oven, they were speckled with caraway seeds, they swam in salt butter, and we ate them shamelessly and greasily, and washed them down with hot whisky and water ; I knew to a nicety how ill I should be next day, and heeded not. i sill! ilij Ni ! m i i 190 Some Experiences of an Irish %M. "Well, gentlemen," remarked Mr. Canty later on, m his best Board of Guardians' manner "I've Head but I never witnessed a scene of more dis- graceful ex-cess than what was in it to-night " seem^yle'vitr'" """"""' ^°""''"^' """ """ atoL1imJ1f'^'"i,r"' °" ^'- C='nty," there was h1!?!,1 , "'^"i' "P*="'* °f °"« hundhred men that if Jh'ev'H Ti ','•""'■ °^ ''"y^^y ^° '"'™"^ mouth." ^ *" *° 'P"''" "'"y'<* f°^" "t the paZH'calir'""'" '"*"'"''' ''"• '^'"'^ ^y-"- host, 'Its nothing at all to what they'll be to- morrow and afther to-morrow, and it won't be on the strand they'll be dhrinkin' it " "Why, where will it be ?" said Bosanquet, with tllMrstfor^ ^"^"^'' -^■■' °' -'''"S ^ PO'"'- ^T^'^^^l^^^ *"'' ''*"'* °™'" h« --ed cheeks, and donl r' ^ "'5' f '='"8 '^at before all's said and done, Captam," he said, with a comna.; sionate smile, "and there'll be plenty that could give the answer if they'll like,^ but by dam t ^kaVntoV^' '^ ''' '° '-' "-" -' '^"''^ o.TLr,i^o'\irt^^-rc^^^^ -anty later nner, " I've the Mizen ? more dis- ight." t with un- " there was dhred men so dhrunk )am at the anty sym- inued our ''11 be to- 3n't be on luet, with I a point- cheeks, all's said compas- lat could 7 dam I It of the to keep 5. Canty, on to the e gauger T/ie Holy Island 191 and pour potheen down his throath till he ran screeching through the streets o' Skebawn ' " James Canty chuckled. !l^r"^^"^^^^ *^^^^ ^^^ ^ "^"^^^'^ here one time, and the undherwriters put me in charge of the cargo. Brandy it was-cases of the best Frinch fi^wu • a ^^^ P^°P'^ ^^^ ^ song about it, what's this the first verse was— " One night to the rocks of Yokahn Came the barque Isabella so dandy, To pieces she went before dawn, Herself and her cargo of brandy. And all met a wathery grave Excepting the vessel's curpenihtr, Poor fellow, so far from his home." Mr. Canty chanted these touching lines in a tuneful If wheezy tenor. " Well, gentlemen, we're all friends here," he continued, "and it's no harm to mention that this man below at the public-house came askin' me would I let him have some of it for a consideration. 'Sullivan,' says I to him. If ye ran down gold in a cup in place of the brandy, I wouldn't give it to you. Of coorse,' says I, 'Im not sayin' but that if a bottle was to get a crack of a stick, and it to be broken, and a man to drink a glass out ' it, that would be no more than an accident.' 'That's no good to me, says he, 'but if I had twelve gallons of that brandy m Cork,' says he, 'by the Holy German »' says he, saying an awful curse, 'I'd sell twenty-five out of It ! ' Well, indeed, it was true for him ; it ^ i f i t;l i .':> .1 . i 1 i : i, fci if I 1 192 Some Experiences of an Irish %M. was grand stuff. As the saying is, it would make a horse out of a cow ! " "It appears to be a handy sort of place for keeping a pub," said Bosanquet. "Shut to the door, Margaret," said Mr. Canty with elaborate caution. " It'd be a queer place that wouldn't be handy for Sullivan ! " A further tale of great length was in progress when Dr. Hickey's Mephistophelian nose was poked into the best parlour. "Hullo, Hickey! Pumped out? eh?" said Murray. " If I am, there's plenty more like me," replied the Doctor enigmatically, "and some of them three times over ! James, did these gentlemen leave you a drop of anything that you'd offer me ? " " Maybe ye'd like a glass of rum. Doctor ? " said Mr. Canty with a wink at his other guests. Dr. Hickey shuddered. I had next morning precisely the kind of mouth that I had anticipated, and it being my duty to spend the better part of the day administering justice in Skebawn, I received from Mr. Flurry Knox and other of my brother magistrates pre- cisely the class of condolences on my " Monday head " that I found least amusing. It was unavail- ing to point out the resemblance between hot potato cakes and molten lead, or to dilate on their equal power of solidifying; the collective wisdom of the Bench decided that I was suffer- ing from contraband rum, and rejoiced over me accordingly. %M. Lild make a place for Mr. Canty place that 1 progress was poked h?" said 3," replied hem three leave you or ? " said of mouth i duty to linistering r. Flurry ates pre- " Monday s unavail- veen hot dilate on collective is suffer- over me The Holy Island 193 of fh ^^ ^. *'""" °"'y *° be equalled by that of the heroes m detective romances. They began by actmg on the hint offered by Mr Cantv fnd ::rzT'^' f ^^-^ eight c;;is''orbar and three casks of rum in the heart of Mr Object of gettmg his licence taken away. Thev stabbed potato gardens with crowbars to find the raided th/' ' '^^^ '"P^"''^^ '^^ ^^'^^^^^^ they raided the cow-houses ; and in every possible and oTTTt ^'T *'^^^°""^ --'ofthe trgo of the late barque John D. Willimns, and as he sympathetic Mr. Canty said, 'Tor as much as the3. found, they left five times as mucrafther end of November the rain dried up, the weather wlf^ffe'r^d' ' "".' °; '^'* ^^^^^--^ b^"-k^ .eLf ^' ^ ^^'"^^ ^P°^°gy- Philippe pos- sesses, in common with many of her sex, an in- appeasable passion for picnics, and her ingenuity for devising occasions for them is only equalled se'en herf\" '"'"^"? *'^^^ "^-^ ' have seen her tackle a moist chicken pie with a splinter of slate and my stylograph pen. I have known her to take the tea-basket to an auction and of the fact that it was coming under the hammer m ten minutes, and that the kettle took twentv minutes to boil. It will therefore be readily under- N Hi 'U Ik ' 194 Some Experiences of an Irish ^M. stood that the rare occasions when I was free to go out with a gun were not allowed to pass un- celebrated by the tea-basket. "You'd much better shoot Corran Lake to- morrow," my wife said to me one brilliant after- noon. "We could send the punt over, and I could meet you on Holy Island with " The rest of the sentence was concerned with ways, means, and the tea-basket, and need not be recorded. I had taken the shooting of a long snipe bog that trailed from Corran Lake almost to the sea at Tralagough, and it was my custom to begin to shoot from the seaward end of it, and finally to work round the lake after duck. To-morrow proved a heavenly morning, touched with frost, gilt with sun. I started early, and the mists were still smoking up from the calm, all- reflecting lake, as the Quaker stepped out along the level road, smashing the thin ice on the puddles with his big feet. Behind the calves of my legs sat Maria, Philippa's brown Irish water- spaniel, assiduously licking the barrels of my gun, as was her custom when the ecstasy of going out shooting was hers. Maria had been given to Philippa as a wedding-present, and since then it had been my wife's ambition that she should conform to the Beth Gelert standard of being "a lamb at home, a lion in the chase." Maria did pretty well as a lion : she hunted all dogs unmistakably smaller than herself, and whenever it was reasonably possible to do so she devoured The Holy Island 195 the spoils of the chase, notably jack snipe. It was as a lamb that she failed ; objectionable as I have no doubt a lamb would be as a domestic pet, it at least would not snatch the cold beef from the luncheon-table, nor yet, if banished for Its crimes, would it spend the night in scratching the pamt off the hall door. Maria bit beggars (who valued their disgusting limbs at five shillings the square inch), she bullied the servants, she concealed ducks' claws and fishes' backbones be- hind the sofa cushions, and yet, when she laid her brown snout upon my knee, and rolled her blackguard amber eyes upon me, and smote me with her feathered paw, it was impossible to re- member her iniquities against her. On shooting mornings Maria ceased to be a buccaneer, a glutton, and a hypocrite. From the moment when I put my gun together her breakfast stood un- touched until it suffered the final degradation of being eaten by the cats, and now in the trap she was shivering with excitement, and agonising in her soul lest she should even yet be left behind. Slipper met me at the cross roads from which I had sent back the trap ; Slipper, redder in the nose than anything I had ever seen off the stage, very husky as to the voice, and going rather tender on both feet. He informed me that I should have a grand day's shooting, the head-poacher of the locality having, in a most gentlemanlike manner, refrained from exercising his sporting rights the day before, on hearing that I was coming. I understood that this was to be considered as a i n hi m 196 Some Experiences uj an Irish ^M. mark of filgfi pprsonal esteem, and I ^t to work at the bog with su itable gratitude. In spite of Mr. O'DriscoU's magnanimity, I had not a very good morning. The snipe were there, but in the perfect stillness of the v^eather it was impossible to get near them, and five times out of six they were up, flickering and dodging, before I was within shot. Maria became possessed of seven devils and broke away from heel the first time I let off my ^un, ranging far and wide in search of the bird I had missed, and putting up every live thing for half a mile round, as she went sp?-ishing and steeple-chasing through the bog. Slu/.per expressed his opinion of her behaviour in language more appallingly picturesque and re- sourceful i^an any I have heard, even in the Skebawn Court-house; I admit that at the time I thought he spoke very suitably. Before she was recaptured every remaining snipe within earshot was lifted out of it by Slipper's steam-engine whistles and my own infuriated bellows; it was fortunate that the bog was spacious and that there was still a 1; ng tract of it ahead, where beyond these voices there was peace. I worked my way on, jumping treacle -dark drains, floundering through the rustling yellow rushes, circumnavigating the bog-holes, and taking every possible and impossible chance of a shot; by the time I h?d reached Corran Lake I had got two and a '^alf brace, retrieved by Maria with a perfection ^-ii sh nved what her powers were when the lii . ou^ adroitness of Slipper's The Holy Island 197 woodbine stick was fresh in her mind. But with Maria it was always the unexpected that hap- pened. My last snipe, a jack, fell in the lake, and Maria bursting fhiouf.^h the reeds with kangaroo bounds, and clerivii.^ the water like a torpedo- boat, was a .-nod.l of all the virtues of her kind. She picked up the bird with a snake-like dart of her head clambered with it on to a tussock, and there, well out of reach of the arm of the law be ore our indignant eyes crunched it twice and bolted it. "Well," said Slipper complacently, some ten minutes afterwards, "divil such a bating ever I gave a dog since the day Prince killed owld Mrs. Knox s paycock ! Prince was a lump of a brown tarrier I had one time, and faith I kicked the toes out o' me owld boots on him before I nad the owld lady composed ! " However composing Slipper's methods may have been to Mrs. Knox, they had quite the contrary effect upon a family party of duck that had been lying in the reeds. With horrified outcries they broke into flight, and now were far away on the etherea mirror of the lake, among strings of their fellows that were floating and quacking '11 preo( ipied indifference to my presence. A promenade along the lake-shore demonstrated the fact that without a boat there was no more shooting for me ; I looked across to the island where, some time ago, I had seen Philippa and her punt arrive. The boat was tied to an over- hanging tree, but my wife was nowhere to be li 'I i ( ' 1 :fil fcfl'h h^ I i II ! ; i .a\ 198 Some Experiences of an Irish %M. seen. I was opening my mouth to give a hail, when I saw her emerge precipitately from among the trees and jump into the boat; Philippa had not m vain spent many summers on the Thames, she was under way in a twinkling, sculled a score of strokes at the rate of a finish, then stopped and stared at the peaceful island. I called to her, and in a minute or two the punt had crackled through the reeds, and shoved its blunt nose ashore at the spot where I was standing. "Sinclair," said Philippa in awe-struck tones, " there's something on the island ! " " I hope there's something to eat there," said I. " I tell you there w something there, alive," said my wife with her eyes as large as saucers ; " its making an awful sound like snoring." "That's the fairies, ma'am," said Slipper with complete certainty ; " sure I known them that seen fairies in that island as thick as the grass, and every one o' them with little caps on them." Philippa's wide gaze wandered to Slipper's hideous pug face and back to me. " It was not a human being, Sinclair ! " she said combatively, though I had not uttered a word. Maria had already, after the manner of dogs, leaped, dripping, into the boat: I prepared to follow her example. "Major," said Slipper, in a tragic whisper, "there was a man was a night on that island one time, watching duck, and Thim People cot The Holy Island 199 him and dhragged him through Hell and through Death, and threw him in the tide " "Shove off the boat," I said, too hungry for argument. ^ ^ Slipper obeyed, throwing his knee over the gun- wale as he did so, and tumbling into the bow : we could have done without him very comfortably, but his devotion was touching. Holy Island was perhaps a hundred yards long, and about half as many broad; , it was covered With trees and a dense growth of rhododendrons : somewhere in the jungle was a ruined fragment of a chapel, smothered in ivy and briars, and in a htt e glade in the heart of the island there was a holy well. We landed, and it was obviously a sore humiliation to Philippa that not a sound was to be heard in the spell-bound silence of the island, save the cough of a heron on a tree-top " " «'^^ there," she said, with an unconvinced glance at the surrounding thickets. ';Sure, I'll give a thrawl through the island. maam, vounteered Slipper with unexpected gal- lantry "an' if it's the divil himself is in it, I'll rattle him into the lake ! " He went swaggering 'on his search, shouting, w,^h\''''^', """^ ^^""^^"S *^^ rhododendrons with his stick, and after an interval returned and assured us that the island was uninhabited. Being provided with refreshments he again withdrew, and Phihppa and Maria and I fed variously and at great length, and washed the plates with water from the holy well. I was smoking a r,V:,r.tfe ! 'I ilii! I :l iiiil ;:; • i [i, i i "i lli It 200 A^ow^ Experiences of an Irish %M. when we heard Slipper addressing the solitudes at the farther end of the island, and ending with one of his whisky-throated crows of laughter. He presently came lurching towards us through the bushes, and a glance sufficed to show even PhUippa-who was as incompetent a judge of such matters as many of her sex-that he was undeniably screwed. "Major Yeatesi" he began, "and Mrs. Major Yeates, with respex to ye, I'm bastely dhrunk ! Me head is light since the 'fluenzy, and the docthor told me I should carry a little bottle-een spernts " " Look here," I said to Philippa, " I'll take him across, and bring the boat back for you." "Sinclair," responded my wife with concentrated emotion "I would rather die than stay on this island alone ! " Slipper was getting drunker every moment, but 1 managed to stow him on his back in the bows of the punt, in which position he at once began to uphft husky and wandering strains of melody. lo this accompaniment we, as Tennyson says, "moved from the brink like some full-breasted swan, 1 hat, flutmg a wild carol ere her death, Ruffles her pure cold plume, and takes the flood With swarthy web." Slipper would certainly have been none the worse for taking the flood, and, as the burden of "Lannigan's Ball" strengthened and spread along the tranquil lake, and the duck once more The Holy Island 20I fled in justifiable consternation, I felt much inclined to make him do so. We made for the end of the lake that was nearest Shreelane, and, as we rounded the point of the island, another boat presented itself to our view. It contained my late entertainer, Mrs. Canty, seated bulkily in the stern, while a small boy bowed him- self between the two heavy oars. " It's a lovely evening, Major Yeates," she called out. "I'm just going to the island to get some water from the holy well for me daughter that has an impr ssion on her chest. Indeed, I thought 'twas yourself was singing a song for Mrs. Yeates when I heard you coming, but sure Slipper is a great warrant himself for singing." "May the divil crack the two legs undher ye!" bawled Slipper in acknowledgment of the compliment. Mrs. Canty laughed genially, and her boat lum- bered away. I shoved Slipper ashore at the nearest point; Philippa and I paddled to the end of the lakei and abandoning the duck as a bad business, walked home. A few days afterwards it happened that it was incumbent upon me to attend the funeral of the Roman Catholic Bishop of the diocese. It was what is called in France "«« bel enterrement," with inky flocks of tall-hatted priests, and count- less yards of white scarves, and a repast of monumental solidity at the Bishop's residence. The actual interment was to take place in Cork, I 1 -Jl 'ill m ;<>i III i If '^ it li III ^ ' i ..-■ 1 t I'M ^'^ifJI I, I li'f. . ( \i' !ti, m HI 202 6b;«^ Experiences of an Irish %M. and we moved in long and imposing procession Li^edr'^.. '*'"""' ^^''^ ^ special train w^ amo '/?r'^'- ""^ '"'"^ ^^- J^"^^^ Canty was among the mourners: an important and f^snnJi d'^^f ^ons to porters, and blowing Pene^raL^'If..' ^^^P^^^g mournfulness that penetrated all the other noises of the platform He was condescending enough to notce mv* given Mr. Murray "a sure word" with regard to some of " M. w..^.^. "^this with Jeep sS 1 saw him depart m a first-class carriage and the odour of sanctity ; seeing that he was acfompan ed by seven p^.ests and that both windows were^ shut the atter must have been considerable. Afterwards, in the town, I met Murray looking sTnc" ^Tad n' '^"^^^^^ ^'^^^ ' had^eent"m' s^ggfe^-ht' ^^^^^^^ "^ *^^ ""P-«*^^'^ *-^ of "Come along and have some lunch," he said "Ive got a real good thing on this time! That mt'tha'te T 1 "^ '="^ '^^' "'S", and told me that he knew for a fact that the island on Corran Lake was just stiff with barrels of bacon and rum, and that I'd better send every man could spare to-day to get them into the town sent the men out at eight o'clock this morrng, fhmk Ive gone one better than Bosanquet this I began to realise that Philippa was going to !k:« The Holy Island 203 score heavily on the subject of the fairies that she had heard snoring on the island, and I im- parted to Murray the leading features of our picnic there. "Oh, Slipper's been up to his chin in that rum from the first," said Murray. " I'd like to know who his sleeping partner w;>s ! " It was beginning to get dark before the loaded carts of the salvage party came lumbering past Murray's windows and into the yard of the police- barrack. We followed them, and in so doing picked up Flurry Knox, who was sauntering in the same direction. It was a good haul, five big casks of rum, and at least a dozen smaller barrels of bacon and butter, and Murray and his Chief Constable smiled seraphically on one another as the spoil was unloaded and stowed in a shed. " Wouldn't it be as well to see how the* butter IS keeping?" remarked Flurry, who had been looking on silently, with, as I had noticed, a still and amused eye. "The rim of that small keg there looks as if it had been shifted lately." The sergeant looked hard at Flurry;* he knew as well as most people that a hint from Mr Knox was usually worth taking. He turned to Murray. "Will I open it, sir?" "Oh ! open it if Mr. Knox wishes," said Murray who was not famous for appreciating other people's suggestions. ^ The keg was opened. " Funny butter," said Flurry. *4l:j- If i; liiJN ; i^i'H '1-1 204 Some Experiences of an Irish %M, Jly f^?^^"* '^'"^ "°*^^"g- 'I'he keg was full of black bog-mould. Another was opened and another, all with the same result. ' "Damnation !" said Murray, suddenly losing his Tr?o"* T'"' *'^ "^^ °^ ^«-g °" -'th th'ose Try one of the rum casks." A few moments passed in total silence while a tap and a spigot w^e sent for and applied to the barrel. The sergeant drew off a mu^g^fu and noLeur.""' '" '' "^'' *'^ ^^^^^^-^on of a con "Water sir/' he pronounced, "dirty water, with a small mdication of sperrits." A junior constable tittered explosively, met the afay. ^''' "' ^'""^^'^ ^y^' and' withered ing W^^' '*' ^""^^ '^''*^' • " '^'"^ '' "^^^^ ^ ^^^^^■ Murray's glance pinned me like an assegai, and I also faded mto the background "Well," said Flurry in dulcet tones, "if you want o know where the stuff is that was in those barrels I can tell you, for I was told it myself half-an-hour tr??n ! " ' ^°"' *' ''"'' ^^*^ *'^ ^'^h-P by ^Pec^al Mr. Canty was undoubtedly a man of resource Mrs Canty had mistakenly credited me wXan ntelhgence equal to her own, and on receiving ^"'^J^'T' ^ '^^^^y ^°^«--d account of how audibly Mr Canty had slept off his potations had regarded the secret of Holy Island as having been 7he Holy Island 205 given away. That night and the two succeeding ones were spent in the transfer of the rum to bottles, and the bottles and the butter to fish boxes ; these were, by means of a slight lubrication of the railway underlings loaded into a truck as " Fresh Fish, Urgent," and attached to the Bishop's funeral train, while the police, decoyed far from the scene of action, v^ere breaking their backs oyer barrels of bog-water. " I suppose," continued Flurry pleasantly, "you don't know the pub that Canty's brother has in Cork. Well, I do. I'm gomg to buy some rum there next week, cheap." " I shall proceed against Canty ! " said Murray with fateful calm. ' "You won't proceed far," said Flurry; "you'll not get as much evidence out of the whole country as'd hang a cat." "Who was your informant ?" demanded Murray Flurry laughed. "Well, by the time the train was in Cork, yourself and the Major were the only two men in the town that weren't talking about it." ^ '•" km 5 ,:. i ! 1 '■;" ' tl it I i i 3 ( • 11- IX THE POLICY OF THE CLOSED DOOR 'THE disasters and humiliations that befell me Thev ceHailJI'T" ''''' ""^ ^'' ''^ remembered Sns^irui^strawrw'^^ aro^h'''^ par/ir h^ f' ' ^' '^^ *hUt °sest: passed nto history. The grand-daughter of the Srhe'^^tedlnk'""^'" "^ *^^- «''"«' -"""'such "gm hearted enthusiasm, was restored to that oos! Z fitter *'' ^'^"^ °' =• <=='^' ♦hat she wa'so chte nent th^T"' ^'°°"«ghter, his other pur° Chase, spent the two months following on the fair m "favounng" a leg with a strained sinew, and in uncertam m his diagnosis of Moonlighter's lee had accurately estimated the length of' Bernard^ Miss Bennett's mare Cruiskeen, alone of the trin was immediately and thoroughi; successful 'lue iTke an ewir''/*" I ^'"'' '^' '=""«'' Philippa as Peter Cadogan summed her up, "That one 'd I've where another 'd die." ,n her safe k^epixig The Policy of the Closed Door 207 Philippa made her d^but with hounds at an un- eventful morning's cubbing, with no particular tTff thaTT .^'*/^"^PP^ ^^*"^"^^ home so stiff that she had to go to bed for a day, and arose more determined than ever to be a fox- hunter. The opening meet of Mr. Knox's foxhounds was on November i, and on that morning Philippa on Cru,skeen accompanied by me on the Qualcer, se" for All S r'n ''™"' '"^ «™e-honoured t5x "e for All Sain s' D-iy. The weather was grey and aulmr Th "' 1' '^k""''' ^-^^'"-^ <" =>" 'Sh dulTih T ^'^ ''""" * S^^^t deal of rain durmg the past month ; it had turned the bracken to a purple brown, and had filled the hollows with shmmg splashes of water. The dead leaves were thmly decked with yellow, where the pallid sur- vivors of summer still clung to their posts. As Ph.hppa and sedately approached the meet the red coats of Flurry Knox and his whip. Dr. Jerome H.ckey, were to be seen on the road at thitop o1 the h.ll Cruiskeen put her head in the air, and portended ™* '''' '"'' understood all' they "Sinclair," said my wife hurriedly, as a straggling hound, flogged in by Dr. Hickey, uttered a gS ous and melodious howl, "remember, if they find speak° "" '° '"' '° ""^' '°^ ' *-♦ be able to I was sufficiently acquainted with Philippa in moments of enthusiasm to exhibit silently the * 1^ i'-i I '! .!' , 'I i m ■'i 'I m m ! ■ '■'. m ; 'J 4 SH4 •J .: !.lil, 1! ' 1 ; 2o8 Some Experiences of an Irish %M. corner of a clean pocket-handkerchief ; I have seen her cry when a police constable won a bicycle race Knnt'« r,L .' ^'? ""'P^ "* ^^"^^"g Sir Valentine Knox s health drunk with musical honours at a tenants' dinner. It is an amiable custom but as she herself admits, it is unbecoming .ofh" '^P?l"^ *^'°"^' '" P^'"^ °f numbers, was fwamneH ^^t.^^^^^^^^^^' ^^e riders being almost swamped m the crowd of traps, outside cars, bicyclists, and people on foot. The field was an eminently representative one. The Clan Knox was, as usual, there in force, its more aristocratic members dingily respectable in black coats and tall hats that went impartially to weddings, funerals and hunts, and, like a horse that is pl't mark of mouth were no longer to be identified with anv special epoch ; there was a humbler squireen ele- ment in tweeds and flat-brimmed pot-hats, and a good muster of farmers, men of the spare, black- muzzled West of Ireland type, on hors'es that ranged from the cart mare, clipped trace high, to shaggy and leggy three-year-olds, none of them hunters, but all of them able to hunt. Philippa and I worked our way to the heart of things, where was Flurry, seated on his brown mare, in what appeared to be a somewhat moody silence. As we exchanged greetings I was aware that his eye was resting with extreme disfavour upon two ap- proaching figures. I put up my eye-glass, and per- ceived that one of them was Miss Sally Knox, on a tall grey horse; the other was Mr. Bernard bhute. in all the flawless beauty of his first pink 7he Policy of the Closed Door 209 coat mounted on Stockbroker, a well-known, hard- mouthed, big-jumping bay, recently purchased from Ur. Hickey. During the languors of a damp autumn the neighbourhood had been much nourished and sustamed by the privilege of observing and diafi- nosmg the progress of Mr. Shute's flirtation with Mi3s Sally Knox. What made it all the more enjoyable for the lookers-on-or most of them- wai.-, that although Bernard's courtship was of M^ "^"''' ^^ "" proclamation from the housetops, Miss Knox s attitude left everything to the imagi- nation. To Flurry Knox the romantic but des- picable position of slighted rival was comfortably a lotted ; his sole sympathisers were Philippa and old Mrs. Knox of Aussolas, but no one knew if he needed sympathisers. Flurry was a man of mystery. Mr. Shute and Miss Knox approached us rapidly, the latter s mount pulling hard. "Flurry," I said, "isn't that grey the horse Shute bought from you last July at the fair ? " Flurry did not answer me. His face was as black as thunder. He turned his horse round cursing two country boys who got in his way! with low and concentrated venom, and began to move forward, followed by the hounds. If his wish was to avoid speaking to Miss Sally it was not to be gratified. ^ "Good- morning. Flurry," she began, sitting close down to Moonlighter's ramping jog as she rode up beside her cousin. " What a hVr" llf I; f, lilh il '•■'■ il 1 .|i-,i 210 Sow Experiences of an Irish %M. you're in I We passed no end of people on "No more will I," was Mr. Knox's cryptic reolv as he spurred the brown mare into a trot ^^' Moonhghter made a vigorous but 'frustrated effort to tjucic, and indemniaed himself by a stc cessful kick at a hound. mmute ? excla.med Miss S ,lly, who looked about tinnllT' '" '"^'''"°" '° her horse, as the conven- tional tomft on a round of beef. "You might have more sense than to crack your whip "nder hte«i::v:nT''' •^-•"'*-yo"''no'wwh:t " w n""!"^^"" ^"°"S'' *° <=="<='' F"'«Ty's reply. "Well ,f you did'nt want him to be len^ to ■"f T. t^"''*'"* ''"^ '°''J him to Mr. Shute " retorted M.ss Knox, in her clear, provoking Iftt'le "I suppose he's afraid to ride him himself" said Flurry turnmg his horse in at a gate. ™(Xt ahead there, Jerome can't you? It's better to pu, them lop^yttm^"^ "'='" *° "- --y - '4 o" Miss Sally's cheeks were still very pink when I came up and began to talk to her, and her Irev The riders moved slowly down a rough pasture- field and took up their position along%he tow of Ardmeen covert, into which the hounds had ^he Policy of the Closed Door 2:1 contempt for the ccvenanct-s. Flurry's hounds r^ ■°J'!t''' """°"='l"y. were in the habit of doing the right thing in the wrong way. ^ Untouched by autumn, the furze bushes of Ardmeen covert were darkly green, save for a golden fleck of blossom here and there, and the glistening grey cobwebs that stretched from spike o spike. The look of the ordinary gorse cov r s familiar to most people as a tid'y Enclosure o an acre or so, filled with low plants of well- educated gorse; not so many will be found who have experience of it as a rocky, sedgy wilder" ness half a mile square, garrisoned with brigades of furze bushes, some of them higher than a f !i,'l'l''' ''""' ^'™"S' ='"d cunnhig, like the foxes that breed in them, impenetrable, with their bristling spikes, as a hedge of bayonets. By din of infinite leisure and obstinate greed, the cattL to tiTe : T^' '°: "'^■""'^*' thrLgh'the bu^h to the patches of grass that they hemmed in • H. ' ''°°'P""«^ were guides to the explorer' down muddy staircases of rock, and across Wack intervals of unplumbed bog. The whXcovert slanted gradually down to a small river that raced round three sides of it, and beyond the trea^ m agreeable contrast, lay a clean and who Isome country of grass fields and banks °'esome The hounds drew slowly along and down the hil towards the river, and the riders hung about out^de the covert, and tried-I can answer fo at least one of them-to decide which was the I ' i n r. 'II I'l 'I .! !, II li l|il';iFl If!';;. liif I- m ' ■! 212 &OTf Experiences of an Irish %M. least odious of the ways through it, in the event of the fox breakmg at the far side. Miss Sally t i7 ^ r'"°" "°' ^«'y f»^ f™™ >ne, and ll\n '° ''! *'''' ^■'^ ^"^ her hand full w.h her borrowed mount, on whose temper the delay and suspense were visibly telling. His iron- grey neck was white from the chffing of °he reins; had the ground under his feet been red hot he could hardly have sidled and hopped more uncontrollably; nothing but the mosl impas! sioned conjugation of the verb to condemn could have supphed any human equivalent for the manner m which he tore holes in the sedgy grass with a furious forefoot. Those who wefj even Uberl?".^ '^^" 1 '=''='^^'=*^^ S-« •>- hedsa liberal allowance of sea-room, and Mr Shuts who could not be numbered among Inch! atd had, as usual taken up a position as near M^ss Sally as possible, was rewarded by a double knock on his horse-s ribs that was a cLe oHearUess mirth to the lady of his affections. "eartiess Not a hound had as yet spoken, but they were forcing their way through the g^rse forest Tnd shoving each other jealously aside with growMg excitement, and Flurry could be seen at interns moving forward in the direction they wire ^^1' eating. It was at this juncture that 'he ub ' srurdL.'"""" """"'^'^ """-« at'Ly^'hor^e-'s" " 'Tis for the river he's making, Major," he said with an upward roll of his squinting ^yes that nearly made me sea-sick. "He's a CasTVnox the Policy of the Closed Door 213 fox that came in this morning, and ye should get ahead down to the ford ! " ^ Phtlinoa^InH f r" "'' "°' *° "^ "^g'«=««d, and raihppa and I began a cautious progress throug; mI ^?T; '°"°*''* ''y **'^= K"°* »s quietly !s Moonhghter's nerves would permit camrout"'„''r '*'" "'^ *^<='*""'^''' "^ ^ """"d Z: forward? "'"' """^'' '^ ^"''■•P ^^'P' -<• " Hark ! hark ! " roared Flurry with at least three ^s reverberatmg in each "hark;" at the same mstant came a holloa from the farther side o curdW ' '"" ?'• ""^'''y'^ '^"°""^<' «°d blood- curdhng screech was uplifted at the bottom of conveT^n; f ''" '''''' "^"^^ ^°^''' =^ '"e hounds ,hwItT^ r r^'y 'J"^'''^'-' flong themselves un on'"!''"^*; ,""'• Moonlighter went straight bound tt't ^^T' ""^ '''"PP^^ ''g^'" ^"h a bound that sent him crushing past Philippa and a?r,^''"' ^ ?:" " "^ ^^'=°"d ''■»«. »nd was bulky person was not to be hurried in any emergency. ' <5,n^^'.°"," 5'°" "=*"' ***J" Yeates!" called out Sally, steadymg the grey as well as she could in tehe"s!"°" ''^"""'^ ''''*'"" "'^ g^^"' g°^^« Other horses were thundering behind us, men rZ h" '?5 *.° '="='• °*''^^ '" ^™«^^ Passages r^ht and left o us, the cry of the hounds filled I ,.>T r"? ^ '""•^. °' ^""""■"- A low wall with a stick laid along it barred the passage in front .« %\ < i« if r 'Haiti I'iii V I V I ■ ! I, >i i.ii; ';■'!; Vl':'yi 214 ^^^^ Experiences of an Irish %M, an eel-Jike forward bu^ on IT i "'"^ "'* «usiraiia, that she says she doei nnt f„i *„ -• in the Gen<.rai ti,„ 1 • ■ "" *° mention occunied r^Ir ^'"'"'^^^'""g J but at the time they .n Xch « was T T °'. *' '*''""""' ^«'=°"d^ I would as soon try to adhere TA A I ^ ^ *' charging bull as to fh. iu }^^ ^'''"' °^ ^ bushes to getCto?^her" "''t '"*° ""^ '""« thing after^'erlbout'Therd'^fd^rtT^- ganop ,or it himself by a brV^c.. rt tf '° The hounds were already across the river, and The Policy of the Closed Door 215 it was obvious that, ford or no ford, Moonlighter's ntentions might be simply expressed in the formula Be with them I will." It was all down-hill to the river, and among the furze bushes and rocks there was neither time nor place to turn him. He rushed at it with a shattering slip upon a streak of rock, with a heavy plunge in the deep ground by the brink; it was as bad a take-off for twenty feet of water as could well be found. The grey horse rose out of the boggy stuff with all the impetus that pace and temper could give, but itwas not enough. For one instant the twisting, sliding current was under Sally, the next a veil of water sprang up all round her, and Moon- lighter was rolling and lurching in the desperate effort to find foothold in the rocky bed of the stream. on! r?*,^'' O "^^"^ ^* *^' ^''* P^^« ' ^°"^d kick out of the Quaker, and saw the water swirl into her lap as her horse rolled to the near-side. She caught the mane to save herself, but he struggled on to his legs again, and came floundering broad- side on to the further bank. In three seconds she had got out of the saddle and fiung herself at the bank, grasping the rushes, and trying, in spite of the sodden weight of her habit, \o drag herself out of the water. ^ At the same instant I saw Flurry and the brown mare dashing through the ford, twenty yards higher up. He was off his horse and beside' her with that uncanny quickness that Flurry reserved for moments of emergency, and, catching her by H > 1 1 f^ < B I', m4H P If ! ' T,f -f • '' ii. 2i6 &w Experiences of an Irish %M. ff'ThT!; u'^""^ ^^' °" '° *''« bank as easily as If she had been the kennel terrier to'hertet.*'"' ''°''"" '"' """"^ °"*' ^"^"""""g ral^fhT ■"" ''°?' ' " '"^"""^^ f '""y. in the scfre. " '° *'" *' '"*"«°" f™™ » bad ford-Tl'"'?"^ '■'" ^^""^ ^"^ "^de for the ford by this time it was full of hustling sDlash -ng riders, through whom Bernard Shut^ Jo^ He t"rL"': %"'" 1'"'' "^^^ " devasta ing waT He tried to turn his horse down the bank to hTd*a„''J1 ''"°''' '"' "'^ """"^^ were rnning vH^Tt ° "J '"*f '" amusement, Stockbroker away ,n the wake of his stable companion, Dr Hickey's young chestnut. By this time two country boys had, as is usual in such dses Zl from the earth, and fished Moonlighter out o" ~nTw .f f ^^"^ "°""'' "P an'acrimon ou aigument with her cousin by observing that she Sedrott'h"' r'' r P'-"g her'watt a 1^!1h " obviously unwilling hand, in a second was again in the saddle, gatherini? ud tne wet reins with the trembling, clumsy fin "s Ir fT"" ^'"' '^ 'boroughly chiUedlnd in a violent hurry. She set Moonlighter going and was away in a moment, galloping him at the firstfence at a pace that suL h'is f.eepTech Jng thil'f''" ?^"°l'" P*"'^'* Pbilippa, who had by this time joined us, "make her go home!" The Policy of the Closed Door 217 "She can go where she likes as far as I'm concerned responded Mr. Knox, pitching him- se on his mare's back and digging in the MoonHghter had already glided over the bank in fron of us, with a perfunctory flick at it with his heels; Flurry's mare and Cruiskeen jumped It side by side with equal precision. It was a bank of some five feet high ; the Quaker charged It enthusiastically, refused it abruptly, and, accord- ing to his infuriating custom at such moments, proceeded to tear hurried mouthfuls of grass. Will give him a couple o' belts, your Honour?" shouted one of the running Accom- paniment of country boys. "You wHl!" said 1, with some further re- marks to the Quaker that I need not commit to paper. Swish ! Whack ! The sound was music in my ears, as the good, remorseless ash sapling AWhrfh H f .^"l^'^'^ ^^PP^^^ hind-quarterf At the third stripe he launched both his heels i /^f ^*°' ' ^^'' ' ^* *h^ ^°"^th he reared undecidedly ; at the fifth he bundled over the bank in a manner purged of hesitation. t ''^V'' r"^"^ ""y assistants, "that'll put the X^\''\?''\u'' u'"^'" ^^ ^^^ Q"^k^^ fl^d head' ong after the hunt. "He'll be the betther o' that while he lives ! " Without going quite as far as this, I must admit ttU^of it""' '^"-'^"^ '^ -^' -*-^^^^"g^y • ill ■i i im It''^if' [H tV 1 21 8 Some Experiences of an Irish %M, Th^ Castle Knox fox was making a very prettv i-e of ,t over the seven miles that^arat'd h|m HE'LL BE THE BETTIIER O' TtiAT WHILE E HE LIVES ! ' from his home. He headed through a erassv country of Ireland's mild and brilliant freen' The Policy of the Closed Door 2 1 9 fenced with sound and buxom banks, enlivened by stone walls, uncompromised by the presence of gates, and yet comfortably laced with lanes for the furtherance of those who had laid to heart Wolsey's valuable advice : " Fling away ambition : by that sin fell the angels." The flotsam and jetsam of the hunt pervaded the landscape : standing on one long bank, three dismounted farmers flogged away at the refusing steeds below them, like anglers trying to rise a sulky fish ; half-a-dozen hats, bobbing in a string, showed where the road riders followed the de- lusive windings of a bohireen. It was obvious that in the matter of ambition they would not have caused Cardinal Wolsey a moment's uneasi- ness ; whether angels or otherwise, they were not going to run any risk of falling. Flurry's red coat was like a beacon two fields ahead of me, with Philippa following in his tracks ; it was the first run worthy of the name that Philippa had ridden, and I blessed Miss Bobby Bennett as I saw Cruiskeen's undefeated fencing. An encouraging twang of the Doctor's horn noti- fied that the hounds were giving us a chance ; even the Quaker pricked his blunt ears and swerved in his stride to the sound. A stone wall, a rough patch of heather, a boggy field, dinted deep and black with hoof marks, and the stern chase was at an end. The hounds had checked on the outskirts of a small wood, and the field, thinned down to a panting dozen or so, viewed us with the disfavour shown by the first flight li ' >. 11 I '¥i 220 Some Experiences of an Irish %M. towards those who unexpectedly add to their select number. In the depths of the wood D mtle yelps of encouragement that to the irreve rent suggest a milkman in his dotage. Brnard " I did all I knew to come and helo voi, nf hear of it. "f p^.fe^His '^^X^'^^^t^ HiHn^^ *f ^""^ "«•'''" said Miss Sally; "I didn t want you in the least." towards me during this speech, I could only infer act fhaT mT SW "' " "'•' •*^'™-«<'' f™» "he roletL".L?oraSr^^^^^^^^ aX'^o irhe^y^" '"'--' ^ ~^^ anfenlLrorZ'l!^---^ Sr^o^^'rhTrr^d"^ tutdf rtr ^^ n:^rt=n-ai:nhrc^^^^^^ The Policy of the Closed Door 221 a stream on to a more than questionable bank ; the hounds splashed and struggled after him, and, as they landed, the first ecstatic whimpers broke forth. In a moment it was full cry, discordant, beautiful, and soul-stirring, as the pack spread and sped, and settled to the line. I saw the absurd dazzle of tears in Philippa's eyes, and found time for the insulting proffer of the clean pocket-hand- kerchief, as we all galloped hard to get away on good terms with the hounds. It was one of those elect moments in fox-hunting when the fittest alone have survived; even the Quaker's sluggish blood was stirred by f^ood com- pany, and possibly by the remembraice of the singing ash-plant, and he lumbered up tall stone- faced banks and down heavy drops, and across wide ditches, in astounding adherence to the Kne cut out by Flurry. Cruiskeen went like a book— a story for girls, very pleasant and safe, but rather slow. Moonlighter was pulling Miss Sally on to the sterns of the hounds, flying his banks, rocket- ing like a pheasant over three-foot walls — com- mitting, in fact, all the crimes induced by youth and over-feeding ; he would have done very com- fortably with another six or seven stone on his back. Why Bernard Shute di-^ not come oflf at every fence and generally die a thousand deaths I cannot explain. Occasionally I rather wished he would, as, from my secure position in the rear, I saw him charging his fences at whatever pace and place seemed good to the thoroughly demoralised t ! ' ii: j; H **" ■'In .11 III' I 222 Some Experiences of an Irish 1(,M. Stockbroker, and in so doinff r^nn,.^ u •■ against Dr. Hickey on landing o1,er a "otten.Ti" jump a wall with his spur ro^Ig MVno,'' boot, and cut in at top speed in front of Flurry who was scientifically cramming his mare „n ^' very awkward scramble. In si far Tf '^ ,! think of anything beyond PWHppa a'd mys"e1 troleVr"Mr'sh"t' ' ''^^^ *here ':ourd''"e troume tor Mr. Shute in consequence of this last n spite rth?o"t"^ '°"^ *° "^ remembered in spite of the Quaker's ponderous and unalter able gallop, in spite of the thump w^hj^l" he came down off his banks, in spite o7 he confiding manner i„ which he hung' upo.! my We were nearing Castle Knox, and the rider, aT^J". u^l "™y ^™'» ">« hounds towards a gate that broke the long barrier of th»T wall stram.r,^ 1, * "arrier ot the demesne cla Led !n? ^^ t°T' ^""^ P^ple-faced riders moment of n n "^ *" "' *' S^'^' 'here was a moment of pullmg up and listening, in which sZn^'l '"? Pr P'"S ^'''- t°'d t'eir own story. Crmskeen's breathing suggested a rrrTc^ be ween a grampus and a graLph'o^f'philippa's ^ t """"^ <*°*"' «"d she had a stitch n her dragged at his bit; I thought little Miss Sallv ooked very white. The bewildering cTamour of the hounds was all through the wide laurel plantf Sy m'oTofteler ''''"'' '"-" =" ^'"^''"""-^ The Policy of the Closed Door 223 " Philippa/' I said severely, " you've had enough, and you know it." " Do go up to the house and make them give you something to eat," struck in Miss Sally, twistmg Moonlighter round to keep his mind occupied. "And as for you, Miss Sally," I went on, in the manner of Mr. Fairchild, " the sooner you get off that horse and out of those wet things the better." Flurry, who was just in front of us, said nothing, but gave a short and most disagreeable laugh. Philippa accepted my suggestion with the meek- ness of exhaustion, but under the circumstances it did not surprise me that Miss Sally did not follow her example. Then ensued an hour of woodland hunting at its worst and most bewildering. I galloped after Flurry and Miss Sally up and down long glittering lanes of laurel, at every other moment burying my face in the Quaker's coarse white mane to avoid the slash of the branches, and receiving down the back of my neck showers of drops stored up from the rain of the day before; playing an endless game of hide-and-seek with the hounds, and never getting any nearer to them, as they turned and doubled through the thickets of evergreens. Even to my limited understanding of the situation it became clear at length that two foxes were on foot; most of the hounds were hard at work a quarter of a mile away, but Flurry, with a grim face and a faithful three couple, stuck to the failing line of the hunted fox. W J'i'i m •A •y, 'ki it ■iiii m If < i If' ! " I Hi h ; ,[i '1 ^ jj '. ■J^ L 224 Some Experiences of an Irish %M. There came a moment when Miss Sally and I— who through many vicissitudes had clung to each other— found ourselves at a spot where two rides crossed. Flurry was waiting there, and a little way up one of the rides a couple of hounds were hustling to and fro, with ths thwarted whimpers half breakmg from them ; he held up his hand to stop us, and at that identical moment Bernard Shute, like a bolt from the blue, burst upon our vision. It need scarcely be mentioned that he was going at full gallop— I have rarely seen him ride at any other pace-and as he bore down upon Flurry and the hounds, ducking and dodging to avoid the branches, he shouted something about a tox having gone away at the other side of the covert. "Hold hard!" roared Flurry; "don't you see the hounds, you fool ? " Mr. Shute, to do him justice, held hard with all the strength in his body, but it was of no avail The bay horse had got his head down and his tail" up, there was a piercing yell from a hound as it was ridden over, and Flurry's brown mare will not soon forget the moment when Stockbroker's shoulder took her on the point of the hip and sent her staggering into the laurel branches. As she swung round. Flurry's whip went up, and with a swift backhander the cane and the looped thong caught Bernard across his broad shoulders "O Mr. Shute!" shrieked Miss Sally,' as I stared dumfoundered ; "did that branch hurt you ? " The Policy of the Closed Door 225 "All right ! Nothing to signify ! " he called out as he bucketed past, tugging at his horse's head. Thought some one had hit me at first ! Come on, we 11 catch 'em up this way ! " He swung perilously into the main ride and was gone, totally unaware of the position that Miss t>ally s quickness had saved. Flurry rode straight up to his cousin, with a pale, dangerous face. "I suppose you think I'm to stand being ridden over and havmg my hounds killed to please you " he said; "but you're mistaken. You were ver'v smart, and you may think you've saved him his licking, but you needn't think he won't get it Sh L ''^ u.?.'P'*^ °^ y°"' before he goes to his* bed this night ! A man who loses his temper badly been- he is badly in love is inevitably ridiculous, far though he may be from thinking himself so. He is also a highly unpleasant person to argue with, and Miss Sally and I held our peace respectfully He turned his horse and rode away. Almost instantly the three couple of hounds opened in the underwood near us with a deafen- ing crash, and not twenty yards ahead the hunted fox, dark with wet and mud, slunk across the ncle. The hounds were almost on his brush • Moonlighter reared and chafed; the din was redoubled, passed away to a little distance, and suddenly seemed stationary in the middle of the laurels. "Could he have got into the oid ice-house?" P *; fff. ''■•Nl i^i 226 I ' 1 ![' 1 ! Some Experiences of an Irish %M. exclaimed Miss Sally, with reviving excitement. She pushed ahead, and turned down the narrowest of all the rides that had that day been my portion. At the end of the green tunnel there was a comparatively open space; Flurry's mare was standing in it, riderless, and Flurry himself was hammering with a stone at the padlock of a door that seemed to lead into the heart of a laurel clump. The hounds were baying furiously somewhere back of the entrance, among the laurel stems. "He's got in by the old ice drain," said Flurry addressing himself sulkily to me, and ignoring Miss Sally. He had not the least idea of how absurd was his scowling face, draped by the luxuriant hart's-tongues that overhung the door- way. The padlock yielded, and the opening door revealed a low, dark passage, into which Flurry disappeared, lugging a couple of hounds with him by the scruff of the neck ; the remaining two couple bayed implacably at the mouth of the drain. The croak of a rusty bolt told of a second door at the inner end of the passage. "Look out for the steps. Flurry, they're all broken, called out Miss Sally in tones of honey. There was no answer. Miss Sally looked at me; her face was serious, but her mischievous eyes made a confederate of me. " He's in an aw/u/ rage ! " she said. " I'm afraid there will certainly be a row." A row there certainly was, but it was in the " I'm afraid was in the "The Policy of the Closed Door 227 back ° ""^ ^"^ s^^PPed off his .;rjir -s ---.- - - -"■ inings happened after that wti, „. ■,. simultaneousness. There waf. In '''""'^hmg from Miss Sally, the innl h!? '''"", «<=l=>mation bolted, and at one Th ^I. ™' ''*■""«'' ^-n^ fox dated from the entrv /""' '"'""^"* *e wood before one co'ulSr"'' ^" "'^^ '"'° "'^ "What's happened?" I caMpH ^„* 1 • refractory Moo'Sighter like anall""'' """""« '"^ sca':'S'S:^t1 '"^ ''°°™^^' '-'''"S -="' ^e^lSo b^-gJ^drUaT^r* 'I'™ -♦ "" slam the door aftef the'/oAXd^o';'"!' '" "^ '° •Great Scott! "I said helplessly. Miss Sally vanished again intn it,, the imprisoned hounds continued tn ^'■^^' l"^^ emotions in the echoing vanUn/V^P'^'i "-^'^ Their master remainedlute L thi d ''f"''°?'- trembled. ^ '"^ "^^ad, and I noj'erpot^!""^"' "'"^ °' '"'°™='«''" "et with " Shall I tell you why ? " had be^lX' "'■"'' *° '"^'^'^ ">at a hound : \ II :- 'ft n ! 22 8 Some Experiences of an Irish %M. ' "I don't care whether you answer me or not I m going to tell you ! " ' "^^rZ/A "FLURRY, I— I'VE LOCKED YOU IN!" There was a pause ; apparently telling him was not as simple as had been expected. .k"' "^""i^* ^t y°" °"* *^" y^" P'-^'^ise me some- thing. Ah, Flurry, don't be so cross! What do 'er me or not, 'The Policy of the Closed Door 229 Vn? t^ '~~°''' *''*''^ ' ridiculous thing to sav You know qu,te well ifs not on his accoini 1 ° '^• " Hnrrv f" '"°^'.'' ^°"«'''^'='''le pause. My own subsequent adventures are quite im stc^fstrrrihrn ' -^^^ Knox. ^ ^ ^'^^ ^^''^ at Castle shri^Slf"^'"'"*^'^-'^ '—et thing," ™elT?""l°«*^\*° '•'"' =" <=™f«derate. __ Well ? I sa,d, barring her progress. ' All things come to those who waif ,„^ , and^rh' I' t-^* '''^ g'g of thel^^r V° ~ .e moment tha?runrus' le^l^^ V,:^ re^rCd Phmppl "1" 1^ ,^'^'' "^ -"«'" deepened under 'S and .t^u «'"^° "'"^^ co4 round t w^hthl mS o Te tt'=^"'^ from tt ^SLn"' Tu =" °"'^"^^' °' °~ heavy sf^ash" °" '"* "J-^y- f°"°^«d "y a "Oh stop." cried Philippa in an agony; "one The House of Fahy 235 of them has fallen in ! I can see its poor little brown head ! " "'Tis a dog, ma'am," said briefly the man who was rovving stroke. "One might have wished it had been that little girl," said I, as I steered to the best of my ability for the yacht. ^ We had traversed another twenty yards or so, when Philippa, in a voice in which horror and triumph were strangely blended, exclaimed, " She's following us ! " "Who ? The little girl ?" I asked callously. " No," returned Philippa ; " worse." I looked round, not without a prevision of what I was to see, and beheld the faithful Maria swim- ming steadily after us, with her brown muzzle thrust out in front of her, ripping through the reflections like a plough. "Go home!" I roared, standing up and ges- ticulating in fury that I well knew to be impotent. " Go home, you brute I " Maria redoubled her efforts, and Philippa mur- mured uncontrollably — " Well, she is b. dear ! " " Had I had a sword in my hand I should un- doubtedly have slain Philippa ; but before I could express my sentiments in any way, a violent shock flung me endways on top of the man who was pulling stroke. Thanks to Maria, we had reached our destination all unawares; the two men, re- spectfully awaiting my instructions, had rowed on with disciplined steadiness, and, as a result, we li: I(, t ! ii f' n P, I. i "f ^""^ ^"P^riences of an Irish tff.JI/ companion .oseetLtadtSe:^"''''"^ "" '"^ "she's following us I" Oh, it's you. is if?" i,« -j . full. "Come in; don-t vl ff'^^'^^ ^is mouth you, Mrs. Yeates dol'f , , °"'«'"^d «o =«« *hing like a h-Ve'd sh p" 'af^; '^f '1J''T'^ "°- ^ ^"er ail— Its quite joliy The House of Fahy 237 to see the splinters fly— shows you're getting your money's worth. Hullo ! who's this ? " This was Maria, feigning exhaustion, and noisily treading water at the boat's side. "What, poor old Maria? Wanted to send her ashore, did he ? Heartless ruffian ! " Thus was Maria installed on board the Eileen Oge, and the element of fatality had already begun to work. There was just enough wind to take us out of Clountiss Harbour, and with the last of the out-running tide we crept away to the west. The party on board consisted of our host's sister' Miss Cecilia Shute, Miss Sally Knox, and our- selves; we sat about in conventional attitudes in deck chairs and on adamantine deck bosses, and I talked to Miss Shute with feverish brilliancy, and wished the patience-cards were not in the cabin ; I knew the supreme importance of keep- mg one's mind occupied, but I dared not face the cabin. There was a long, almost imper- ceptible swell, with little queer seabirds that I have never seen before— and trust I never shall again — dotted about on its glassy slopes. The coast-line looked low and grey and dull, as, I think, coast -lines always do when viewed from the deep. The breeze that Bernard had pro- mised us we should find outside was barely enough to keep us moving. The burning sun of four o'clock focussed its heat on the deck ; Bernard stood up among us, engaged in what he was pleased to call "handling the € Mir !''Fii '1 i ^38 S-^ Experiences 0/ a„ IrisA 'PM. ^^t'clc," and beamed a,.os, as Offensively 'a.'.he feaS rc;™g&/„;^7'" he said, his odiously ■ng blue sky. "You'rl 1 '^'^^'' ^S"'"'"' e equal rhythmic slowness si.^r't°?' ^"^^ ^"^ an moved restlessly to and fro !'°* "" Maria ■ng, and occasionally rearing' hf,?^ ""'' y^""- 'egs against the side and «1 °" '"'' ^'"'^• eyes at the headachy '"fdif "7'°^"' ™'h wild haps she was meditating = -^- f ^^ ^*^"- Per- . thised with her, a„1"^3ilT'i'' '" ^ ' ^ympa- gomg to be sick I trusted ^h,.\*'' obviously off the suicide with as 1.^^ /. "^""'^ ^""S Phi'ippa and M,ss Shu'e sa" n ,""7 '' P^^^'^le^ m deck chairs, and strtrhl^ ""^'ffected serenity teacloths for Ihe'l^^ X 1 ^'^ '"'"S^ m themselves a mockerv ,1' ! .''eheve, things with that singular T^ff"'' '""^^^ untiringly surroundings tfa" ,^"Jf ~ 'o their maS who are not sea-sick r,!" "^"""^ '" 'adies to wonder why they hall irf^' '"^^ "« ^'^esh nevertheless,, p.e J t^h:?t:::,S1ot:it:^ The House of Fahy 239 of interest in seafaring matters to the blatant Vikingism of the average male who is similarly placed. Somehow, I know not how, we crawled on- wards, and by about five o'clock we had rounded the Mizen, a gaunt spike of a headland that starts up like a boar's tusk above the ragged lip of the Irish coast, and the Eileen Oge was be gii ning to swing and wallop in the long sluggish rollers that the American liners know and despise. I was very far from despising them. Down in the west, resting on the sea's rim, a purple bank of clouds lay awaiting the descent of the sun, as seductively and as malevolently as a damp bed at a hotel awaits a traveller. The end, so far as I was concerned, came at tea- time. The meal had been prepared in the saloon, and thither it became incumbent on me to ac- company my hostess and my wife. Miss Sally, long past speech, opened, at the suggestion of tea, one eye, and disclosed a look of horror. As I tottered down the companion I respected her good sense. The Eileen Oge had been built early in the sixties, and head-room was not her strong point ; neither, apparently, was ventilation. I began by dashing my forehead against the frame of the cabin door, and then, shattered morally and physically, entered into the atmosphere of the pit. After which things, and the sight of a plate of rich cake, I retired in good order to my cabin, and began upon the Yanatas. I pass over some painful intermediate details left I S 'I 'm\ !! \ J ! HO Some Experiences of an Irish %M. that dinner Ts ove/^"" '''""''^'" *° «"'«>"nce eai' i-rtretf^iTthrt'" !:: ^^'''' ^^='^'"« got a clinking breefe anH ^^^^^' '"^^^ we've Lurriga Harbour o'Sh^TlT' °"^''* *° "^''^ age there, the men sav Thf'' ' «°°'' '"«=''°^- swabs, but they know thJ ''? '^*''"'' ^ '«* »' took 'em over with »h» V ^°?.''' *"'' ' don't. I "Where !r/ ""P ^" standing." vviicre -are we now?" i . , ^ heartened by the biessarword «t: L^g^-'^'-^ thund rin^ bTg"baT Z' ''f^"^'''" «^y-'«'= a of it, andVe^nighr; ^^Tl "" =" "^^ '^^ «"d cow. Dig out fn'; g t omeftin//"''''! °' " come on deck What! nn ?^ '° ^''*' ^"^ spoken morosely, wfth cosed ""'"'"-' ^ad you're on an ev;n keel n^ fy*^-"Oh, rot 1 Veates I'd make you dt 0^ V P™"'^^^ «-• a soldier officer that wf wer; 7 '^ *' ''*'' «^ one time in the old TaZT h"^'"! '° """» out of his berth when r^re I- ^°*. °"" ''« Channel, and he was ton. .! ^°'"S down the till we gU to Gib 1'^ ° "* *° P»" « in again I compromised on a rlrmi, „ . The ship was certafnly steadJ "^T ^''''"'''■ ciently restored to cHmh w»,m ' *"'* ' '«" «"ffi- by this time past ten o'cTn.t^ °" ^^* « was blotted out the last of the at.. '■ ^"^ ''"'"^^ '^'°"ds the stars at their b^th A ,^?*' ""'' ^'"°«'ered 'ashing the ^*« olr up a wiJ"™, ^"'' ""^ •*^ "P a wicj estuary; the T:he House of Fahy 241 waves were hunting her, hissing under her stern racing up to her, crested with the white glow of phosphorus, as she fled before them. I dimly discerned in the greyness the more solid greyness of he shore. The mainsail loomed out into the darkness, nearly at right angles to the yacht, with the boom creaking as the following wind gave us an additional shove. I know nothing of yacht sailing, but I can appreciate the grand fact that in running before a wind the boom is removed trom Its usual sphere of devastation. I sat down beside a bundle of rugs that I had discovered to be my wife, and thought of my whitewashed office at Shreelane and its bare but stationary floor, with a yearning that was little short of passion. Miss Sally had long since succumbed ; Miss Shute was tired, and had turned in soon after dinner. "I suppose she's overdone by the delirious gaiety of the afternoon," said I acridly, in reply to this information. Philippa cautiously poked forth her head from the rugs, like a tortoise from under its shell to see that Bernard, who was standing near 'the steersman, was out of hearing. ^^ " In all your life, Sinclair," she said impressively you never knew such a time as Cecilia and I have had down there ! We've had to wash every- /-^/y in the cabins, and remake the beds, and hurl the sheets away-they were covered with black finger-marks-and while we were doing that, m came the creature that calls himself the Q -i/'f i L'j 1 '■ ; ■] '1 't :| * 1 t( i '■ : :■% ;■■!■ .'! \.X, hn . ' '.' I I k ih i i -t - <-. 242 Some Experiences of an Irish %M. pa.r of socks and haif a loaf of bread r- "'"'"^ ^ has tr ' w:," Ld'" f "'^H '° "^r™ "^^ ■'-«> rrd'°^~'H------ ■interesting discoveries?""'"" "^''^ ^"^ ^''-"^ HklfsLtttdrVpedlntTft r "T "^^ '^- sorry for 'her," w '„f ^ I^.ip'p,":"^.! -/ ' - com.ng. Her mother made her'Lcept." does any o'e'know ?" °"'" '" "^"^ ^^'"^^^ "im, Oh, about once a week " r^nUo^ nu-,- " ust the way I kent Tn t^ PhiJippa ; knowf" ^ P* °" ^^^"^^"g you, you the sound of our voicerl^ ""^ '*"■ =" nakipH ♦„ ui- yoices, and was now. with on tf mX'"S^' ^'-'y trying to drag herself Shute^ound her i; ng on^hirSh'^'^fK, *'^- move; didn't you, Mr.ShuteF" ""' ""* *° said "Bar!:;™" In 'f/'^ ^^"^ =""« '° -""ve," the deck '. il '' "°''''' '° °"'- side if the deck, '.t was somehow borne in upon her The House of Fahy 243 when I got at her with a boot-tree. I wouldn't stole half a ham after dinner, and she might take a^ notion to make the only reparation ^in her I stood up and stretched myself stiffly. The wmd was freshening, and though the growing moothness of the water told thatle were mal nf shelter of some kind, for all that I could see 0I land we m.ght as well have been in mid-ocean The heavmg lift of the deck under my feertnd gho t"v '1'"'"^""'" " ^'^°"S^^ S-' fi«^d the ghostly sails, were more disquieting to me in rS°" than in reality, and, to ly surprise" throul .^°'!;«*'""g. '•'"ost enjoyable in rushing through darkness at the pace at which we were going. ^^^ "We're a small bit short of the mouth of Lurriga Harbour yet, sir," said the man who was steering in reply to a question from Bernard. " I can see the shore well enough; sure I know every yard of wather in the bay " ^ ^ .d'l^^T^^'T '^*.^r"" ^^'"P*^y ^"d violently; so did Bernard, so did I. The bundle that con tamed Philippa collapsed upon Maria. "Main sheet !" bellowed Bernard, on his feet in I'Jfh". r*'/'-*^,' ^^^^^ '^""S in and out again with a terrific jerk. " We're ashore ' " In response to this order three men in succession fell over me while I was still struggling on the deck, and something that was either Philippa's elbow, or the acutest angle of Maria's skull hit m ^■'^ "l i ■ ' 1 ] '.* J: : ! ^ i ! i' , mM III > iiiii£ mi i ; 1, I 'I f ill i liji 244 ,S(?w^ Experiences of an Irish %.M, me in the face. As I found my feet the cabin skyhght was suddenly illuminated by a wavering glare. I got across the slanting deck somehow, through the confusion of shouting men and the flapping thunder of the sails, and saw through the skylight a gush of flame rising from a pool of fire around an overturned lamp on the swing-table. I avalanche! down the companion and was squan- dered like an avalanche on the floor at the foot of It. Even as I fell, McCarthy the steward dragged the strip of carpet from the cabin floor and threw It on the blaze; I found myself, in some unex- plained way, snatching a railway rug from Miss Shute and applying it to the same purpose, and in half-a-dozen seconds we had smothered the flame and were left in total darkness. The most striking feature of the situation was the immovability of the yacht. "Great Ned!" said McCarthy, invoking I know not what heathen deity, " is it on the bottom of the say we are ? Well, whether or no, thank God we have the fire quinched ! " We were not, so far, at the bottom of the sea, but during the next ten minutes the chances seemed in favour of our getting there. The yacht had run her bows upon a sunken ridge of rock, and after a period of feminine indecision as to whether she were going to slide off again, or roll over into deep water, she elected to stay where she was, and the gig was lowered with all speed, in order to tow her off before the tide left her. ! I The House of Fahy 245 My recollection of this interval is but hazy, but I can certify that in ten minutes I had swept to- gether an assortment of necessaries and knotted them into my counterpane, had broken the string of my eye-glass, and lost my silver matchbox ; had found Philippa's curling-tongs and put them in my pocket ; had carted all the luggage on deck ; had then applied myself to the manly drty of reassuring the ladies, and had found Miss Shute merely bored, Philippa enthusiastically anxious to be allowed to help to pull the gig, and Miss Sally radiantly restored to health and spirits by the ces- sation of movement and the probability of an early escape from the yacht. The rain had, with its usual opportuneness, begun again ; we stood in it under umbrellas, and watched the gig jumping on its tow-rope like a dog on a string, as its crew plied the labouring oar in futile endeavour to move the Eileen Oge. We had run on the rock at half-tide, and the in- creasing slant of the deck as the tide fell brought home to us the pleasing probability that at low water — viz. about 2 A.M. — we should roll off the rock and go to the bottom. Had Bernard Shute wished to show himself in the most advantageous light to Miss Sally he could scarcely have bettered the situation. I looked on in helpless respect while he whom I had known as the scourge of the !iunt;ng lield, the terror of the shooting party, rose to the top of a difficult position and kept there, and my respect was, if possible, increased by the presence of mind with which he availed himself ,1'*'* , , . T , I : I ,tJI i I 246 Some Experiences of an Irish [l^M. of all critical nloments to place a protecting arm round Miss Knox. By about i A.M. the two gaffs with which Bernard had contrived to shore up the s'owly heeling yacht begin to show signs of yielding, and, in approved shipwreck fashion, we took to the boats, the yacht's crew in the gig remaining in attendance on wlrat seemed ii'aily to be the last moments of the Eileen 0^( while we, in the dinghy, sought for the harboiT, 5)wing to the tilt of the yacht's deck, and th;^ .otighness of the broken water round her, getting mto the boat was no mean feat of gymnastics. Miss Sally did it like a bird, alighting in the inevitable arms of Bernard ; Miss Shute followed very badly, but, by innate force of character, successfully ; Philippa, who was enjoying every moment of her shipwreck, came last, launching herself into the dinghy with my silver shoe-horn clutched in one hand, and in the other the tea-basket. I heard the hollow clank of its tin cups as she sprang, and appreciated the heroism with which Bernard received one of its corners in his waist. How or when Maria left the yacht I know not, but when I applied myself to the bow oar I led off with three crabs, owing to the devotion with which she thrust her head into my lap. I am no judge of these matters, but in my opinion we ought to have been swamped several times during that row. There was nothing but the phosphorus of breaking waves t" *ell us where the rocks were, and nothing to sL • where the % The House of Fahy 247 harbour was except a solitary light, a masthead lighi, as we suppostjd. The skipper had assured us that we* could not go wrong if we kept "a westerly course with a little northing in it ; " but it seemed simpler to steer for the light, and we did so. The dinghy climbed along over the waves with an ^gilit^^ that was safer than it felt ; the rain feii without haste and without rest, the oars were as inflexible as crowbars, and somewhat resembled them in shape and weight; nevertheless, it was Elysium when compared with the afternoon leisure ol: the deck of the Eileen Oge. At last we came, unexplainably, into smooth water, and it was at about this time that we were first aware that the darkness was less dense than it had been, and that the rain had ceased. By im- perceptible degrees a greyness touched the back of the waves, more a dreariness than a dawn, but more welcome than thousands of gold and silver. I looked over my shoulder and discerned vague bulky things ahead ; as I did so, my oar was suddenly wrapped in seaweed. We crept on; Maria stood up with her paws on the gunwale, and whined in high agitation. The dark objects ahead resolved themselves into rocks, and without more ado Maria pitched herself into the water. In half a minute we heard her shaking herself on shore. We slid on ; the water swelled under the dinghy, and '''ted her keel on to grating gravel. ' ' couldn't have done it better if we'd been th': rfydrographer Royal," said Bernard, wading ■j. .-deep in a light wash of foam, with the painter 4 ,M S4 «» 248 Some Experiences of an Irish %M. in his hand; "but all the same, that masthead light IS some one's bedroom candle 1 " We landed, hauled up the boat, and then feeblv sat down on our belongings to review the station in «"™ We had run mto a little cove, guided by the ph. anthropic beam of a candle in thelTpper Z ?/ '."Ifr ="'°"' ^ '>""*ed yards away llht '=^"*«.,^'''' ''"™ed on, and the anemic daj: hght exhibited to us our surroundings, and we debated as to whether we could af 2.4. am present ourselves as objects of compassionio the owner of the candle. I need hardly say that t was the lad.es who decided on making the attempt havng, hke most of their sex, a courage ncom parably superior to ours in such matters f Bernard and I had not a grain of genuine compunction in our souls, but we failed in nerve We trailed up from the cove, laden with emi grants- bundles, stumbling on wet' rocks in he hat hgH and succeeded in making our way to the It was a small two-storeyed building, of that hideous breed of architecture usually dedicated to he rector.es of the Irish Church ; we felt thl° here was something friendly in the presence tas a hit n^ .''■''""' '" ""^ P°^'=''' ''"' there \vas a hint of exclusiveness in the fact that there hght still burned in the upper window, and with a faltenng hand I flung gravel at the glass This summons was appallingly responded to by a hrlk The House of Fahy 249 there was a flutter of white at the panes, and the candle was extinguished. "Come away!" exclaimed Miss Shute, "it's a lunatic asylum ! " We stood our ground, however, and presently heard a footstep within, a blind was poked aside in another window, and we were inspected by an unseen inmate ; then some one came down- stairs, and the hall door was opened by a small man with a bald head and a long sandy beard. He was attired in a brief dressing-gown, and on his shoulder sat, like an angry ghost, a large white cockatoo. Its crest was up on end, its beak was a good two inches long and curved like a Malay kris ; its claws gripped the little man's shoulder. Maria uttered in the background a low and thunderous growl. " Don't take any notice of the bird, please," said the little man nervously, seeing our united gaze fixed upon this apparition; "he's extremely fierce if annoyed." The majority of our party here melted away to either side of the hall door, and I was left to do the explaining. The tale of our misfortunes had its due effect, and we were ushered into a small drawing-room, our host holding open the door for us, like a nightmare footman with bare shins, a gnome-like bald head, and an unclean spirit swaying on his shoulder. He opened the shutters, and we sat decorously round the roori, as at an afternoon party, while the situatioi, vvas further expounded on both sides. Our entertainer, indeed. € ^ \ m J; ; P ' ! I 250 Sof?je Experiences of an Jri^h ^J^M, favoured us with the leading items of his familv history amongst them the fact, that h Zl rectory for the summer, and had been prevail. on by some of his patients to permit them to join him as paying guests. "I said it was a lunatic asylum," murmured Miss Shute to me. " In point of fact," went on our host, " there isn't an empty room in the house, which is why I can only offer your party the use of this room and the kitchen ^5 re, which I make a point of keeping burning all night." He leaned back complacently in his chair, and crosse ously remembering his costo.^ ilf (.Ju'"' ^J ag^n. We owed .he ...,idi„g be;ms of the Tanie to the owner of the cockatoo, an old Mrs Buck who was, we gathered, the most paying o'an the' OUR ENTERTAINER f his family t he was a somebody's m prevails Jome of his to permit join him as uests. d it was a asylum," •ed Miss me. int of fact," our host, isn't an om in the lich is why 3nly offer ty the use )m and the re, which t point of urning all ned back tly in his 1 crossf hen, obv t uprigh. 'le candle rs. Buck, 3f all the T/ie House of Fahy 251 patients, and also, obviously, the one most feared and cherished by Dr. Fahy. "She has a candle burning all night for the bird, and her door open to let him walk about the house when he likes," said Dr. Fahy; "indeed, I may say her passion for him amounts to dementia. He's very fond of me, and Mrs. Fahy's always telling me I should be thankful, as whatever he did we'd be bound to put up with it 1 " Dr. Fahy had evidently a turn for conversation that was unaffected by circumstance ; the first beams of the early sun were lighting up the rep chair covers before the door closed upon his brown dressin|i-gown, and upc n the stately white back of the cockatoo, and U demoniac possession of laughter that h.. 1 wrought 'n us during the inter- view burst forth uncheck It was most painful and exhausting, as such laught' always is; but by far the most serious part oi was that Miss Sally, who was sitting in the window, somehow drove her elbow through a pane of glass, and Bernard, in palling down the blind to conceal the damage, tore it off the roller. There followed on this catastrophe a period duriag which reason tottered and Maria barked furiously Philippa was the first to pull herself together, and to suggest an adjournment to the kite len fire that, in honour of the paying guests, was never quenched, and, respecting the repose of the household, we proceeded thither with a stealth that convinced Maria we were engaged in a rat hunt. The boo of paying guests lit.ered 1 y f. m m 2J2 Some Experiences of an Irish %M. sc,ous„ess and fe„ .o scientific JSh ^r^ what it was to roam throufh Dr Kah!. I '"^^'^ storey, with the rnntJ,, t ^^'^ basement above, and to fee th^r'^ , P'^'"*? quests asleep confidence by breaking '° '"'' "'^ ''=•'' ^^P^'^d his blind, and p4inrthe's<:.,r'tao' t", ^""^ =" I have always maintained hi^: tTer. °' ''"'''■ thing wrong with it before I touched T^T^t' fact remains that when I had tilled Phl'pp^^skttt no human power cnnlH n™ " "^"'"Ppa s kettle, flowing For a^I Tb ^ "P°" " *° ^toP running stiU '"°^ '^ '"^ ^""'^^^V " is dralrglroo'm th^r^r' ""■" '"^"^^ ^^'-" *" '"e Mrs. sik^sToit ir r:a:?t'a"ndr™"'^^''^ meditation on the stairs In7L^ " '"*''«" were upset (one, I think, broken), Miss Sally ^he House of Fahy 253 enveloped herself in a window curtain, Philippa and Miss Shute effaced themselves beneath a table ; the cockatoo, foiled of its prey, skimmed, still screeching, round the ceiling. It was Bernard who, with a well-directed sofa-cushion, drove the enemy from the room. There was only a chink of the door open, but the cockatoo turned on his side as he flew, and swung through it like a woodcock. We slammed the door behind him, and at the same instant there came a thumping on the floor overhead, muffled, yet peremptory. "That's Mrs. Buck!" said Miss Shute, crawling from under the table; "the room over this is the one that had the candle in it." We sat for a time in awful stillness, but nothing further happened, save a distant shriek overhead, that told the cockatoo had sought and found sanctuary in his owner's room. We had tea sotto voce, and then, one by one, despite the amazing discomfort of the drawing-room chairs, we dozed off to sleep. It was at about five o'clock that I woke with a stiff neck and an uneasy remembrance that I had last seen Maria in the kitchen. The others, looking, each of them, about twenty years older than their age, slept in various attitudes of exhaus- tion. Bernard opened his eyes as I stole forth to look for Maria, but none of the ladies awoke. I went down the evil-smelling passage that led to the kitchen stairs, and, there on a mat, regarding me with intelligent affection, was Maria : but what i 254 ^ome Experiences of an Irish %M. -oh what was the white thing that lay between her forepaws ? alol^^ 1'fl"J°" *f '°^^«'-i°"« to be coped with alone. I fled noiselessly back to the drawing-room t'he nlJhr^, ^'"' Bernard's eyes-blessed be the light sleep of sailors !- opened again, and there was that in mine that summoned him forth. (Blessed also be the light step of sailors !) rJiLTl ";' '"""P'^ '™'" "='™' withholding perforce the language and the slaughtering that our hearts ached to bestow. For a minute or wo O'-ir eyes communed. " I'll get the kitchen shovel," breathed Bernard • you open the hall door ! " ' A moment later we passed like spirits into the open air, and on into a little garden at the end of the house. Maria followed us, licking her lips There were beds of nasturtiums, and of purple stocks, and of marigolds. We chose a bed of stocks, a plump bed, that looked like easy digging and 71 n ^''^ "" *'^^*^y ^^"* ^"d shuttered,* and I took the cockatoo from under my coat and hid It temporarily, behind a box border. Bernard had brought a shovel and a coal scoop. We du- like badgers. At eighteen inches we got down into shale and stones, and the coal scoop struck work. Never mmd," said Bernard; "we'll plant the stocks on top of him." ^ It was a lovely morning, with a new-born blue ^ky and a light northerly breeze. As we returned to the house, we looked across the wavelets of the little cove and saw, above the rocky point round The House of Fahy 255 which we had groped last night, a triangular white patch moving slowly along. ^•The tide's lifted her!" said Bernard, standing stock-still. He looked at Mrs. Buck's window and at me. " Yeates ! " he whispered, " let's quit ! " It was now barely six o'clock, and not a soul was stirring. We woke the ladies and convinced them of the high importance of catching the tide. Bernard left a note on the hall table for Dr. Fahy, a beautiful note of leave-taking and grati- tude, and apology for the broken window (for which he beg^jted to enclose half-a-crown). No allusion was made to the other casualties. As we neared the strand he found an occasion to say to me : " I put in a postscript that I thought it' best to mention that I had seen the cockatoo in the garden, and hoped it would get back all right. That's quite true, you know! But look here' whatever you do, you must keep it all dark from' the ladies " At this juncture Maria overtook us with the cockatoo in her mouth. 1 i n'l i^i>=^^ VM f«!'T ll 'I i- ;i ii-i XI OCCASIONAL LICENSES Vu,.^^^ ,°^ *^^ question," I said, looking for- I biddmgly at Mrs. Moloney through the spokes of the bicycle that I was pumping up outside the grocer s in Skebawn. " Well, indeed, Major Yeates," said Mrs. Moloney advancing excitedly, and placing on the nickel plating a hand that I had good and recent cause to know was warm, "sure I know well that if th angel Gabriel came down from heaven look- ing for a license for the races, your honour wouldn t give it to him without a charackther. but as for Michael ! Sure, the world knows wha Michael is ! " I had been waiting for Philippa for already nearly half-an-hour, and my temper was not at its best. "Character or no character, Mrs. Moloney" said I with asperity, " the magistrates have settled to give no occasional licenses, and if Michael were as sober as " "Is it sober! God help us!" exclaimed Mrs. Moloney with an upward rolling of her eye to the Recording Angel ; " I'll tell your honour the 356 Occasional Licenses 257 truth. I'm his wife, now, fifteen years, and I never seen the sign of dhrink on Michael only once, and that was when he went out o' good nature helping Timsy Ryan to whitewash his house, and Timsy and himself had a couple o' pots o' porther, and look, he was as little used to it that his head got light, and he walked away out to dhrive in the cows and it no more than eleven o'clock in the day! And the cows, the craytures, as much surprised, goin' hither and over the four corners of the road from him ! Faith, ye'd have to laugh. 'Michael,' says I to him, 'ye're dhrunk!' M am,' says he, and the tears rained from his eyes. I turned the cows from him. 'Go home,' I says, 'and lie down on Willy Tom's bed ' " At this affecting point my wife came out of the grocer's with a large parcel to be strapped to my handlebar, and the history of Mr. Moloney's solitary lapse from sobriety got no further than Willy Tom's bed. "You see," I said to Philippa, as we bicycled quietly home through the hot June afternoon, " we've settled we'll give no licenses for the sports. Why even young Sheehy, who owns three pubs in Skebawn, came to me and said he hoped the magistrates would be firm about it, as these one- day licenses were quite unnecessary, and only led to drunkenness and fighting, and every man on the Bench has joined in promising not to grant any." " How nice, dear : " said Philippa absently. " Do R m. . I'l ^':'il ^Hi ! N- . 4 258 Some Experiences of an Irish %M. you know Mrs. McDonnell can only let me have three dcen cups and saucers ; I wonder if that will be enough ? " "Do you mean to say you expect three dozen people ? " said I. "Oh, it's always well to be prepared," replied my wife evasively. During the next few days I realised the true mwardness of what it was to be prepared for an entertamment of this kind. Games were not at a high level in my district. Football, of a wild, guerilla species, was waged intermittently, blended in some inextricable way with Home Rule and a brass band, and on Sundays gatherings of young men rolled a heavy round stone along the roads, a rudimentary form of sport, whose fascination lay primarily in the fact that it was illegal, and, m lesser degree, in betting on the length of each roll. I had had a period of enthusiasm, during which I thought I was go- ing to be the apostle of cricket in the neigh- bourhood, but my mission dwindled to single wicket with Peter Cadogan, who was indulgent but bored, and I swiped the ball through the dining-room window, and some one took one of the stumps to poke the laundry fire. Once a year, however, on that festival of the Roman Catholic Church which is familiarly known as Pether and Paul's day," the district was wont to make a spasmodic effort at athletic sports which were duly patronised by the gentry and promoted by the publicans, and this year the ii '(• t three dozen Occasional Licenses 259 honour of a steward's green rosette was con- ferred upon me. Philippa's genius for hospitality here saw its chance, and broke forth into un- bridled tea-party in connection with the sports even involving rne in the hire of a tent, the conveyance of chairs and tables, and other large operations. ** It chanced that Flurry Knox had on this occa- sion lent the fields for the sports, with the proviso that horse-races and a tug-of-war were to be added to the usual programme; Flurry's participation in events of this kind seldom failed to be of an inflaming character. As he and I planted larch spars for the high jump, and stuck furze-bushes into hurdles (locally known as "hurrls"), and skirmished hourly with people who wanted to sell drink on the course, I thought that my next summer leave would singularly coincide with the festival consecrated to St. Peter and St, Paul We made a grand stand of quite four feet high' out of old fish-boxes, which smelt worse and worse as the day wore on, but was, none the less, as sought after by those for whom it was not in- tended, as IS the Royal enclosure at Ascot ; we broke gaps in all the fences to allow carriages on to the ground, we armed a gang of the worst blackguards in Skebawn with cart-whips, to keep the course, and felt that organisation coud ro no further. *" The momentous day of Pether and Paiil opened badly, with heavy clouds and every indication of rain, but after a few thunder showeis things % 11 ii. 'I <:■ 260 Some Experiences of an Irish %.M. brightened, and it seemed within the bounds of possibility that the weather might hold up. When I got down to the course on the day of the sports the first thing I saw was a tent of that peculiar filthy grey that usually enshrines the sale of porter, with an array of barrels in a crate beside it; I bore down upon it in all the indignant majesty of the law, and in so doing came upon Flurry Knox, who was engaged in flogging boys off the Grand Stand. " Sheehy's gone one better than you ! " he said, without taking any trouble to conceal the fact that he was amused. " Sheehy ! " I said ; " why, Sheehy was the man who went to every magistrate in the country to ask them to refuse a license for the sports." " Yes, he took some trouble to prevent any one else having a look in," replied Flurry; "he asked every magistrate but one, and that was the one that gave him the license." " You don't mean to say that it was you ? " I demanded in high wrath and suspicion, remem- bering that Sheehy bred horses, and that my friend Mr. Knox was a person of infinite resource in the matter of a deal. "Well, well," said Flurry, rearranging a dis- ordered fish-box, "and me that's a churchwarden, and sprained my ankle a month ago with running downstairs at my grandmother's to be in time for prayers 1 Where's the use of a good character in this country ? " "Not much when you keep it eating its head Occasional Licenses 261 off for want of exercise," I retorted; "but if it wasn't you, who was it ? " "Do you remember old Moriarty out at Castle Ire ? " I remembered him extremely well as one of those representatives of the people with whom a paternal Government had leavened the effete ranks of the Irish magistracy. "Well," resumed Flurry, "that license was as good as a five-pound note in his pocket." I permitted myself a comment on Mr. Moriarty suitable to the occasion. * "Oh, that's nothing," said Flurry easily; "he told me one day when he was half screwed that his Commission of the Peace was worth a hundred and fifty a year to him in turkeys and whisky, and he was telling the truth for once." At this point Flurry's eye wandered, and follow- mg Its direction I saw Lady Knox's smart 'bus cleaving its way through the throngs of country people, lurching over the ups and downs of the field like a ship in a sea. I was too blind to make out the component parts of the white froth that crowned it on top, and seethed forth from it when It had taken up a position near the tent in which Phihppa was even now propping the legs of the tea-table, but from the fact that Flurry addressed himself to the door, I argued that Miss Sally had gone inside. Lady Knox's manner had something more than Its usual bleakness. She had brought, as she promised, a large contingent, but from the way ■i ^H It I J i KT 262 Some Experiences of an Irish %M. that the strangers within her gates melted im- palpably and left me to deal with her single-handed I drew the further deduction that all was not well. "Did you ever in your life see such a gang of women as I have brought with me ? " she began with her wonted directness, as I piloted her to the Grand Stand, and placed her on the stoutest lookmg of the fish-boxes. "I have no patience with men who yacht ! Bernard Shute has gone off to the Clyde, and I had counted on his being a man at my dance next week. I suppose you'll tell me you're going away too." ' I assured Lady Knox that I would be a man to the best of my ability. "This is the last dance I shall give," went on her ladyship, unappeased ; " the men in this country consist of children and cads." I admitted that we were but a poor lot " but " I said, " Miss Sally told me " ' ' " Sally's a fool ! " said Lady Knox, with a falcon eye at her daughter, who happened to be talking to her distant kinsman, Mr. Flurry of that ilk. The races had by this time begun with a competition known as the " Hop, Step, and Lep" • this judging by the yells, was a highly interesting display, but as it was conducted between two impervious rows of onlookers, the aristocracy on the fish-boxes saw nothing save the occasional purple face of a competitor, starting into view above the wall of backs like a jack-in-the-box. For me, however, the odorous sanctuary of the Occasional Licenses 263 fish-boxes was not to be. I left it guarded by Slipper with a cart-whip of flail-like dimensions, as disreputable an object as could be seen out of low comedy, with some one's old white cords on his bandy legs, butcher-boots three sizes too big for him, and a black eye. The small boys fled before him ; in the glory of his office he would have flailed his own mother off the fish- boxes had occasion served. I had an afternoon of decidedly mixed enjoyment. My stewardship blossomed forth like Aaron's rod, and added to itself the duties of starter, handicapper, general referee, and chucker - out, besides which I from time to time strove with emis- saries who came from Phil- ippa with messages about water and kettles. Flurry he would have flailed and I had to deal single- "'^ own mother had handed with the foot-races occasion served (our brothers in office being otherwise engaged at Mr. Sheehy's), a task of many difficulties, chiefest being that the spectators all swept forward at the word " Go ! " and ran the race with the competitors, yelling curses, blessings, and advice upon them, taking short cuts over anything and everybody, and ming- ling inextricably with the finish. By fervent appli- |t 264 Some Experiences of an Irish %M. ^tions of the whips, the course was to some extent purged for the quarter-mile, and it would I beheve, have been a triumph of handicapping had not an unforeseen disaster overtaken the fevounte-old Mrs. Knox's bath -chair boy! Whether, as was alleged, his braces had or had that th? T''"''k J'* ^^ " "™' "»^ => '°='tter in i 1- 't^T ^^"^ subsequently to deal with m the thick of a free tight; but the painful fact remamed that in the course of the firs lap what were described as "his galluses" abruptly severed the.r connection with the garments for whose safety they were responsibl, and the crowd ™' °''"^''' '° ''''' "^"^'"^'°" '" *he and had the excellent effect of drr«. y^ fi ':P< /^ ^A 1.0 I.I 11.25 ■a 12.8 us "^ 25 " IAS i zg — A" ^U Photographic Sciences Corporation 33 WEST MAIN STREET WEBSTER, N.Y. 14580 (716) 872-4503 ^ -1^ '9 A % ,V4 f/j f/- Bl' I?! I l!« ( J 1> 266 Some Experiences of an Irish %,M. I had begun to realise that I might as well abandon the tug-of-war and occupy myself else- where when my wife's much harassed messenger brought me the portentous tidings that Mrs. Yeates wanted me at the tent at once. When I arrived I found the tent Hterally bulging with Philippa's guests; Lady Knox, seated on a hamper/was taking off her gloves, and loudly announcing her desire for tea, and Philippa, with a flushed face and a crooked hat, breathed into my ear the awful news that both the cream and the milk had been forgotten. "But Flurry Knox says he can get me some" she went on; "he's gone to send people to milk a cow that lives near here. Go out and see if he s commg." I went out and found, in the first instance, Mrs Cadogan, who greeted me with the prayer that the divil might roast Julia McCarthy, that legged It away to the races like a wild goose, and left the cream afther her on the servants' hall taWe Sure Misther Flurry's gone looking for a cow' and what cow would there be in a backwards place Ike this ? And look at me shtriving to keep the kettle simpering on the fire, and not as much coals undher it as'd redden a pipe ! " '• Wher-'s Mr. Knox ? " I asked. "Himself and Slipper's galloping the counthry Ike the deer. I believe it's to 'the house above they went, sir." I followed up a rocky hill to the house above, and there found Flurry and Slipper engaged in Occasional Licenses 267 the patriarchal task of driving two brace of coupled and spanceiled goats into a shed. "Ifs the best we can do," said Flurry briefly: there isn't a cow to be found, and the people are all down at the sports. Be d d to you, Slipper don't let them go from you ! " as the goats charged and doubled like football players. " But goats' milk ! " I said, paralysed by hor- rible memories of what tea used to taste like at Gib. "They'll never know it!" said Flurry, corner- ing a venerable nanny ; " here, hold this divil, and hold her tight ! " I have no time to dwell upon the pastoral scene that followed. Suffice it to say, that at the end of ten minutes of scorching profanity from Slipper, and incessant warfare with the goats, the latter had reluctantly yielded two small jugfuls, and the dairymaids had exhibited a nerve and skill in their trade that won my lasting respect. ^ "I knew I could trust you, Mr. Xnox ! " said Phihppa, with shining eyes, as we presented her with the two foaming beakers. I suppose a man is never a hero to his wife, but if she could have realised the bruises on my legs I think she would have reserved a blessing for me also. What was thought of the goats' milk I gathered symptomatically from a certain fixity of expres- sion that accompanied the first sip of the tea, and from observing that comparatively few ventured It V I %f. Ill 'i'jl 1 ! ' i I^M 268 Some Experiences of an Irish %M. on second cups. I also noted that after a brief conversation with Flurry, Miss Sally poured hers secretly on to the grass. Lady Knox had through- out the day preserved an aspect so threatening that no change was perceptible in her demeanoun in the throng of hungry guests I did not for some time notice that Mr. Knox had withdrawn until something in Miss Sally's eye summoned me to her, and she told me she had a message from him for me. "Couldn't we come outside ?" she said. Outside the tent, within less than six yards of her mother, Miss Sally confided to me a scheme that made my hair stand on end. Summarised, it amounted to this: That, first, she was in the primary stage of a deal with Sheehy for a four- year-old chestnut colt, for which Sheehy was asking double its value on the assumption that It had no rival in the country ; that, secondly, they had just heard it was going to run in the first race; and, thirdly and lastly, that as there was no other horse available. Flurry was going to take old Sultan out of the 'bus and ride him m the race ; and that Mrs. Yeates had promised to keep mamma safe in the tent, while the race was going on, and "you know. Major Yeate^ it would be delightful to beat Sheehy after his get- ting the better of you all about the license I " With this base appeal to my professional feelings Miss Knox paused, and looked at me insinuat- ingly. Her eyes were greeny-grey, and very beguiling. Occasional Licenses 269 " Come on," she said ; " they want you to start them!" Pursued by visions of the just wrath of Lady Knox, I weakly followed Miss Sally to the farther end of the second field, from which point the race was to start. The course was not a serious one: two or three natural banks, a stone wall, and a couple of "hurrls." There were but four riders, including Flurry, who was seated com- posedly on Sultan, smoking a cigarette and talking confidentialiy to Slipper. Sultan, although some- thing stricken in years and touched in the wind, was a brown horse who in his day had been a hunter of no mean repute; even now he occa- sionally carried Lady Knox in a sedate and gentle- manly manner, but it struck me that it was trying him rather high to take him from the pole of the 'bus after twelve miles on a hilly road, and hustle him over a country agairst a four-year- old. My acutest anxiety, however, was to start the race as quickly as possible, and to get back to the tent in time to establish an alibi; there- fore I repressed my private sentiments, and, tying my handkerchief to a stick, determined that no tim& should be fashionably frittered away in false starts. They got away somehow; I believe Sheehy's colt was facing the wrong way at the moment when I dropped the flag, but a friend turned him with a stick, and, with a cordial and timely whack, speeded him on his way on sufficiently level terms, and then somehow, instead of return- i I I' . ! "l '« ' I U 1 ■ 4 " I, iliiij ■If • i ' ^ li:."" 11 li I V I ' iMPPiP'll 270 Some Experiences of an Irish %M. ing to the tent, I found myself with Miss Sally on he top of a tall narrow bank, in a precarious line of other spectators, with whom we toppled and swayed, and, in moments of acuter emotion, held on to each other in unaffected comradeship Flurry started well, and from our commanding position we could see him methodically riding at the first fence at a smart hunting canter, closely a tended by James Canty's brother on a young black mare, and by an unknown youth on a big white horse. The hope of Sheehy's stable, a leggy chestnut, ridden by a cadet of the house of Sheehy went away from the friend's stick like a rocket' and had already refused the first bank twice before old Sultan decorously changed feet on it and dropped down into the next field with tranquil precision. The white horse scrambled over it on his stomach, but landed safely, despite the fact that his rider clasped him round the neck during the process; the black mare and the chestnut shouldered one another over at the hole the white horse had left, and the whole party went away in a bunch and jumped the ensuing hurdle with- out disaster. Flurry continued to ride at the same steady hunting pace, accompanied respectfully by the white horse and by Jerry Canty on the black mare. Sheehy's colt had clearly the legs of the party, and did some showy galloping between the jumps, but as he refused to face the banks with- out a lead, the end of the first round found the field still a sociable party personally conducted by Mr. Knox. J il Occasional Licenses 271 "That's a dam nice horse," said one of my hangers-on, looking approvingly at Sultan as he passed us at the beginning of the second round, making a good deal of noise but apparently going at his ease; "you might depind your life on him, and he have the crabbedest jock in the globe of Ireland on him this minute." " Canty's mare's very sour," said another ; " look at her now, baulking the bank ! she's as cross as a bag of weasels." "Begob, I wouldn't say but she's a little sign lame," resumed the first; "she was going light on one leg on the road a while ago." "I tell you what it is," said Miss Sally, very seriously, in my ear, "that chestnut of Sheehy's IS setthng down. I'm afraid he'll gallop away from Sultan at the finish, and the wall won't stop him. Flurry can't get another inch out of Sultan. He's riding him well," she ended in a critical voice which yet was not quite like her own. Perhaps I should not have noticed it but for the fact that the hand that held my arm was trembling. As for me, I thought of Lady Knox, and trembled too. There now remained but one bank, the trampled remnant of the furze hurdle, and the stone wall. The pace was beginning to improve, and the other horses drew away from Sultan ; they charged the bank at full gallop, the black mare and the chest- nut flying it perilously, with a windmill flourish of legs and arms from their riders, the white horse racing up to it with a gallantry that deserted him at 'I \ I-., '^ h f 272 Some Experiences of an Irish %M, the critical moment, with the result that his rider turned a somersault over his head and landed, amidst the roars of the onlookers, sitting on the fence facing his horse's nose. With creditable presence of mind he remained on the bank, towed the horse over, scrambled on to his back again and started afresh. Sultan, thirty yards to the bad, pounded doggedly on, and Flurry's cane and heels remamed idle; the old horse, obviously blown, slowed cautiously coming in at the jump. Sally's grip tightened on my arm, and the crowd yelled as Sultan, answering to a hint from the spurs and a touch at his mouth, heaved himself on to the bank. Nothing but sheer riding on Flurry's part got him safe off it, and saved him from the consequences of a bad peck on landing; none the less, he pulled himself together and went away down the hill for the stone wall as stoutly as ever. The high-road skirted the last two fields, and there was a gate in the roadside fence beside the place where the stone wall met it at right angles. I had noticed this gate, because during the first round Slipper had been sitting on it, demonstrating with his usual fervour. Sheehy's colt was leading, with his nose in the air, his rider's hands going like a circular saw, and his temper, as a bystander re- marked, "up on end"; the black mare, half mad from spurring, was going hard at his heels, com- pletely out of hand ; the white horse was steering steadily for the wrong side of the flag, and Flurry, by dint of cutting corners and of saving every yard of ground, was close enough to keep Occasional Licenses 273 his antagonists' heads over their shoulders, while latlon ^'"'' '""'^ ^""^ ^^" '" unceasing flagel- wall If one falls they'll all go!" panted Sally. un I Now ! Flurry ! Flurry I " What had happened was that the chestnut colt had suddenly perceived that the gate at . right angles to ihe wall was standing wide open, and singing away from the jump, he had bolted headlong out on to the road, and along it at top speed for h,s home. After him fled Canty's black mare, and with her, carried away by the spirit of stampede, went the white horse. Flurry stood up in his stirrups and gave a view-halloa as he cantered down to the wall Sultan came at it with the send of the hill behind him and jumped it with a skill that intensified. If that were possible, the volume of laughte; and yells around us. By the time the black mare and the white horse had returned and ignommiously bundled over the wall to finish t'owardi us.'^ "^'^'^^ ""^""^ "^^ ^^^^^"^ Sultan "That blackguard. Slipper!" he said, grinning: "every one'll say I told him to open The gatf But look here, I'm afraid we're in for trouble Sulans given himself a bad over -reach; you could never drive him home to-night. And We ^just seen Norris lying blind drunk under a Now Norris was Lady Knox's coachman. We r III ' i 274 Some Experiences of an Irish %.M, stood aghast at this " horror on horror's head," the blood trickled down Sultan's heel, and the lather lay in flecks on his dripping, heaving sides, in in efutable witness to the iniquity of Lady Knox's only daughter. Then Flurry said : "Thank the Lord, here's the rain I" At the moment I admit that I failed to see any cause for gratitude in this occurrence, but later on I appreciated Flurry's grasp of circum- stances. That appreciation was, I think, at its highest development about half-an-hour afterwards, when I, an unwilling conspirator (a part with which my acquaintance with Mr. Knox had rendered me but too familiar) unfurled Mrs. Cadogan's umbrella over Lady Knox's head, and hurried her through the rain from the tent to the 'bus, keeping it and my own person well between her and the horses. I got h-r in, with the rest of her bedraggled and exhausted party, and slammed the door. "Remember, Major Yeates," she said through the window, "you are the only person here in whom I have any confidence. I don't wish any one else to touch the reins 1 " this with a glance towards Flurry, who was standing near. "I'm afraid I'm only a moderate whip," I said. "My dear man," replied Lady Knox testily, " those horses could drive themselves ! " I slunk round to the front of the 'bus. Two Occasional Licenses u ^75 horses, carefully rugged, were in it, with the in- evitable Slipper at their heads. "Shpper's going with you," whispered Flurrv h.L^''K« ■* '°*^ '''"' "''"'°"« answering, my soul bemg bitter within me, as is the soul of a ma„ who_has been persuaded by womankind agaiLtTs .HlTeT; S:: L:;,|--^„PJ-n. up ^.o^t^LrbLtsi--«^^^^ s~dXi^:;;r"^="'"'°-'p^^.-''e JLr''°?v,"lr"^ ^"°^ ^•'^^^ Misther Flurry f°ows"'ofrugh er:.g;:t zT'- "r^"^"^ and "-here hf broke inio song: "' ""'"' '"'>°'' " HowM to the shteel, Honamaundhiaoul ; she'll run off like an eel ! > "If you don't shut your mouth," said I with pent-up ferocity, " I'll chuck you off 'the 'bus.'' V Iff P^HC Pi I*" ■ ' I' ( 1 276 Some Experiences of an Irish ^M. Slipper was but slightly drunk, and, taking this delicate rebuke in good part, he relapsed into silence. Wherever the brown mare came from, I can certify that it was not out of double harness. Though humble and anxious to oblige, she pulled away from the pole as if it were red hot, and at critical moments had a tendency to sit down. How- ever, we squeezed without misadventure among the donkey carts and between the groups of people, and bumped at length in safety out on to the high-road. Here I thought it no harm to take Slipper's advice, and I applied the whip to the brown mare, who seemed inclined to turn round. She imme- diately fell into an uncertain canter that no effort of mine could frustrate ; I could only hope that Miss Sally would foster conversation inside the 'bus and create a distraction ; but judging from my last view of the party, and of Lady Knox in particular, I thought she was not likely to be successful. Fortunately the rain was heavy and thick, and a rising west wind gave every promise of its continuance. I had little doubt but that I should catch cold, but I took it to my bosom with gratitude as I reflected how it was drum- ming on the roof of the 'bus and blurring the windows. We had reached the foot of a hill, about a quarter of a mile from the racecourse ; the Castle Knox horse addressed himself to it with dignified determination, but the mare showed a sudden and alarming tendency to jib. Occasional Licenses ^77 Belt her, Major ! " vociferated Slipper, as she hung back from the pole chain, with the collar half-way up her ewe neck, "and give it to the horse, too ! He'll dhrag her ! " I was in the act of " belting," when a squealing whinny struck upon my ear, accompanied by a light pattering gallop on the road behind us ; there was an answering roar from the brown mare, a roar, as I realised with a sudden drop of the heart, of outraged maternal feeling, and in another instant a pale, yellow foal sprinted up beside us, with shrill whickerings of joy. Had there at this moment been a boghole handy, I should have turned the 'bus into it without hesitation ; as there was no accommodation of the kind, I laid the whip severely into everything I could reach, in- eluding the foal. The result was that we topped the hill at a gallop, three abreast, like a Russian troitska; it was like my usual luck that at this identical moment we should meet the police patrol who saluted respectfully. ' "That the divil may blisther Michael Moloney I" ejaculated Slipper, holding on to the rail; "didn't I give him the foaleen and a halther on him to keep him! I'll howld you a pint 'twas the wife let him go, for she being vexed about the license ! Sure that one's a March foal, an' he'd run from here to Cork I " There was no sign from my inside passengers, and I held on at a round pace, the mother and child galloping absurdly, the carriage horse pulling hard, but behaving like a gentleman. I wildly \ JJ l> i ?-. 278 Some Experiences of an Irish ^M. revolved plans of how I would make Slipper turn the foal in at the first gate we came to, of what I should say to Lady Knox supposing the worst happened and the foal accompanied us to her hall door, and of how I would have Flurry's blood at the earliest possible opportunity, and here the fateful sound of galloping behind us was again heard. " It's impossible ! " I said to myself ; " she can't have twins I " The galloping came nearer, and Slipper looked back. " Murdher alive I " he said in a stage whisper ; "Tom Sheehy's afther us on the butcher's pony ! " ^ " What's that to me ? " I said, dragging my team aside to let him pass ; " I suppose he's drunk, like every one else ! " Then the voice of Tom Sheehy made itself heard. " Shtop I Shtop thief ! " he was bawling ; " give up my mare ! How will I get me porther home ! " That was the closest shave I have ever had, and nothing could have saved the position but the torrential nature of the rain and the fact that Lady Knox had on a new bonnet. I explained to her at the door of the bus that Sheehy was drunk (which was the one unassailable feature of the case), and had come after his foal, which, with the fatuity of its kind, had escaped from a field and sh %M. Slipper turn e to, of what ng the worst i us to her Hurry's blood and here the IS was again •; "she can't lipper looked age whisper ; le butcher's ;ing my team 's drunk, like made itself wling ; " give me porther ver had, and ion but the he fact that explained to ly was drunk iture of the ich, with the a field and Occasional Licenses 279 followed us. I did not mention to Lady Knox that when Mr. Sheehy retreated, apologetically, dragging the foal after him in a halter belonging to one of her own carriage horses, he had a sove- reign of mine in his pocket, and during the t-e. u "SHTOP ! SHTOP THIEF !" narration I avoided Miss Sally's eye as carefully as she avoided mine. The only comments on the day's events that are worthy of record were that Philippa said to me that she had not been able to understand what the curious taste in the tea had been till Sally told her it was turf-smoke, and that Mrs. Cado{?an m I 1 f ■) ( ! I M ISI 280 Some Experiences of an Irish ^M. said to Philippa that night that "the Major was that dhrinched that if he had a shirt between his skin and himself he could have wrung it," and that Lady Knox said to a mutual friend that though Major Yeates had been extremely kind and obliging he was an uncommonly bad whip. % XII "OH LOVE! OH FIRE!" IT was on one of the hottest days of a hot August that I walked over to Tory Lodge to inform Mr. Flurry Knox, M.F.H., that the limits of human endurance had been reached, and that either Venus and her family, or I and mine, must quit Shreelane. In a moment of impulse I had ac- cepted her and her numerous progeny as guests in my stable-yard, since when Mrs. Cadogan had given warning once or twice a week, and Maria, lawful autocrat of the ashpit, had had— I quote the kitchenmaid— " tin battles for every male she'd ate." The walk over the hills was not of a nature to lower the temperature, moral or otherwise. The grassy path was as slippery as glass, the rocks radiated heat, the bracken radiated horseflies. There was no need to nurse my wrath to keep it warm. I found Flurry seated in the kennel-yard in a long and unclean white linen coat, engaged in clipping hieroglyphics on the ears of a young outgoing draft, an occupation in itself unfavourable to argument. The young draft had already mono- a8i i!i ■! ! •i* < W 'i 11 ' h I'.n I J . ' . ! • PW'' 'Si it ; 1 i 'u i 1 ! . f I'll! 282 Some Experiences of an Irish %M. polised all possible forms of remonstrance, from in the boiler-house, to hysterical yelling as thev alarms "'?' '"'' '^ *'^ *^^^ ' but thro'ugh the e all T.r ,"^^"^^^°"« I denounced Venus and hrnt /?'^'' 1'°"^ slaughtered Wyandottes to broken di hes. Even as I did so I was conscious of something chastened in Mr. Knox's demeanour some touch of remoteness and melancholy with weakened r^ Quite unfamiliar ; my indictment TjfZl 1 ""^ grievances became trivial when laid before this grave and almost religiously gentle young man. ^ ^ ^ ^^® "I'm sorry you and Mrs. Yeates should be vexed by her. Send her back when you like. after a7' "' ""'^^^ ''''' "°* ^^ ^^' ^« ^^ng When pressed to expound this dark saying Flurrv smiled wanly and snipped a second line in the hair of the puppy that was pinned between his legs. I was almost relieved when a hard try to bite on the part of the puppy imparted to Flurry's language a transient warmth ; but the reaction was only temporary. "It'd be as good for me to make a present of this lot to old Welby as to take the price he's ''fl-"^^!'," ^^ '^'"* °"' ^' ^^ g°t "P and took ott his highly-scented kennel-coat, " but I couldn't be bothered fighting him. Come on in and have something. I drink tea myself at this hour." If he had said toast and water it would have seemed no more than was suitable to such a frame "0/5 Love ! Oh Fire r' 283 of mind. As I followed him to the house I thought that when the day came that Flurry Knox could not be bothered with fighting old Welby things were becoming serious, but I kept this opinion to myself and merely offered an admiring comment on the roses that were blooming on the front of the house. "I put up every stick of that trellis myself with my own hands," said Flurry, still gloomily ; « the roses were trailing all over the place for the want of It. Would you like to have a look at the garden while they're getting tea ? I settled it up a bit smce you saw it last." I acceded to this almost alarmingly ladylike sug- gestion, marvelling greatly. Flurry certainly was a changed man, and his garden was a changed garden. It was a very old garden, with unexpected arbours madly overgrown with flowering climbers, and a flight of grey steps leading to a terrace, where a moss-grown sundial and ancient herbaceous plants strove with nettles and briars ; but I chiefly remembered it as a place where washing was wont to hang on black-currant bushes, and the kennel terrier matured his bones and hunted chickens. There was now rabbit wire on the gate, the walks were cleaned, the beds weeded. There was even a bed of mignonette, a row of sweet pea, and a blazing party of sun- flowers, and Michael, once second in command m many a filibustering expedition, was now on his knees, ingloriously tying carnations to little pieces of cane. I ill ! - 284 Some Experiences of an Irish 'R.M. hll r'th^ " V"' f P^ *° '"« *^^'='<=«- Down below us, the rich and southern blue of the sea filled the gaps between scattered fir-trees ; the hUI- and her foal were moving lazily through the bracken w.th the sun glistening on it and them i "the'hillts'* If!, 'r"' "^^«'"g - *e hollow ot the h 11, I smelled the smdl of the mignonette m the ajr, I regarded Michael's labouring back among the carnations, and without any fonnec- 1 u "^?i ' '^^'"^^ *° =^« Miss Sally Knox w.th her golden-red hair and slight figure, standTg on the terrace beside her kinsman. ^ ' Michael ! Do ye know where's Misther Flurry ?" squalled a voice from the garden gate, the untram- melled voice of the female domestic at large amo^g her fellows. "The fay's wet, and there^ a man over with a menage from Aussolas. He was teHin" tTons— " '"° '^^^"' '^ S™"' o"' »vi«»- A stricken silence fell, Induced, no doubt, by hasty danger signals from Michael. ^ "Who's 'the old hero beyant?"' I asked a, we turned toward the house ' seH^s^^'^uTl""/ f '" ^'"'^y- P«^'»"«"g him- self a smile that had about as much sociahmty in Aus'sda's"" ^"L"'"^'^ «rS a tenants' danJl" Aussolas. She gave one about five years ago, and declare you might as well get the influenza into the country, or a mission at the chapel. There wont be a servant in the place will be able to answer their name for a week after it, what with "0/4 Love! Oh Fire!" 28c Ktctnl" ""^ '"'='^''^' "'^ ""'♦""-fi 'n the wnicn 1 could not but be aware was diiP tr. thi presence of a new carpet, a new la 1 pane and t'h,r "k'?"- """"y ™='^^ "° con7m„nn these things, but something told me that I , J= f ! to do so, and I did. ' expected IZ^o^"th'Z•''''■i°' '°T^™^ f°^ l'^" ^hat morose resn.!-?' v."" "^ ''°''' ^^^'"8 *hem with morose respect as he poured out his third cup I have all my life been handicapped bv not havmg the courage of my curiosity.'^ Those who have the nerve to ask direc< questions on matters toat do not concern them seldom fail to Txtract direct answers but in my lack of this enable '1 I went home m the dark as to what had befalfen 2, M H •'^' ""'' ^""y "^^^ °' how my wtfe aZvssXharh" "^ ^''-tcomings. ^h^ilij always says that she never asks questions hut «C seems none the less to get a lot of\nswers: awav lir^l T""' ' ■""' ^''' Sally Knox riding away from the house on her white cob; she had found no one at home, and she would not turn back with me, but she did not seem to be °n anv hurry to ride away. I told h - - that I had just been oyer to see her relative, Mr. Knox, who had in formed me that he meant to give up the hound; sSJ „• 1, ^ .^^ P^'^' ='"'' her eyelids were sLghtly pink; I checked myself on the verge of i % m n If^i lijl II H I' 1 : i * r 1 286 Some Experiences of an Irish %.M. ' asking her if she had hay-fever, and inquired in- stead if she had heard of the tenants' dance .. Aussolas. She did not answer at first, but rubbed her cane up and down the cob's clipped toothbrush of a mane. Then she said : " Major Yeates-Iook here-there's a most awful row at home I " I expressed incoherent regret, and wished to my heart that Philippa had been there to cope with the situation. " It began when mamma found out about Flurry's racmg Sultan, and ther came our dance " Miss Sally stopped ; I nodded, remembering cer- tam episodes of Lady Knox's dance. " And — mamma says — she says ." I waited respectfully to hear what mamma had said; the cob fidgeted under the attentions of the horseflies, and nearly trod on my toe "Well the end of it is," she said with a gulp, "she said such things to Flurry that he can't come near the house again, and I'm to go over to England to Aunt Dora, next week. Will yon tell Phihppa I came to say good-bye to her ? I don't think I can goX over here again." Miss Sally was a sufficiently old friend of mine for me to take her hand and press it in a fatherly manner, but for the life of me I could not think of anything to say, unless I expressed my sympathy with her mother's point of view about detrimentals, which was obviously not the thing to do. Philippa accorded to my news the rare tribute of speechless attention, and then was despicable a most awful ''Oh Love ! Oh Fire!'' 287 enough to say that she had foreseen the whole affair from the beginning. "From the day that she refused him in the ice-house, I suppose," said I sarcastically. II That was the beginning," replied Philippa. Well," I went on judicially, "whenever it began, it was high time for it to end. She can do a good deal better than Flurry." Philippa became rather red in the face. "I call that a thoroughly commonplace thing to say," she said. " I dare say he has not many Ideas beyond horses, but no more has she, and he really does come and borrow books from me " " Whitaker's Almanack," I murmured "Well, I don't care, I like him very 'much, and TZ'^^f^ y''"'''^ ^°^"S to say, and you're wrong, and I'll tell you why " Here Mrs. Cadogan came into the room, her cap at rather more than its usual warlike angle over her scarlet forehead, and in her hand a kitchen plate, on which a note was ceremoniously laid forth. "" " But this is for you, Mrs. Cadogan," said Philippa. as she looked at it. " Ma'am," returned Mrs. Cadogan with immense dignity, "I have no learning, and from what the young man's afther telling me that brought it from Aussolas, I'd sooner yerself read it for me than thim gerrls." My wife opened the envelope, and drew forth a gilt-ed^ed sheet of pink paper. m\ t '!'■ ! 288 Some Experiences of an Irish ^.M. " Miss Margaret Nolan presents her compliments to Mrs. Cadogan," she read, "and I have the pleasure of telling you that the servants of Aussolas IS mviting you and Mr. Peter Cadogan, Miss Mul- rooney, and Miss Gallagher " — Philippa's voice quavered perilously— " to a dance on next V/ednes- day. Dancing to begin at seven o'clock, and to go on till five. — Yours affectionately, Maggie Nolan." " How affectionate she is ! " snorted Mrs. Cado- gan ; "them's Dublin manners, I dare say ! " " P.S.," continued Philippa ; " steward, Mr. Denis O'Loughlin ; stewardess, Mrs. Mahony." "Thoughtful provision," I remarked; "I sup- pose Mrs. Mahony's duties will begin after supper." "Well, Mrs. Cadogan," said Philippa, quelling me with a glance, "I suppose you'd all like to go?" "As for dancin'," said Mrs. Cadogan, with her eyes fixed on a level with the curtain-pole, "I thank God I'm a widow, and the only dancin' I'll do is to dance to my grave." "Well, perhaps Julia, and Annie, and Peter " suggested Philippa, considerably overawed. "I'm not one of them that holds with loud mockery and harangues," continued Mrs. Cadogan, "but if I had any wish for dhrawing down talk I could tell you, ma'am, that the like o' them has their share of dances without going to Aussolas ! Wasn't it only last Sunday week I wint follyin' the turkey that's layin' out in the plantation, and the whole o' thim hysted their sails and back with "0/J Lmie! Oh Fire!" zgg them to their lovers at th^ „,. i. kitchenmaid havint. t t 8^'*-''°"se. and the them ! " "^ '' Jew-harp to be playing for Phi'Sa. "'•^l h"lLT°"K '''" ">« '™=W'"g abouut." "^^ ^°" 'P''''^ '° 'he kitchenmaid "NoNitTh^vrdo™ wast'r ^^^ ^^''°«-- maid round the passant h.^ u'"'''^ '"^ "'"'^''^n- "Well, after that ?f? ^^ ""^ ''*''' °' ">« head ! '■ Aussolas/'tid wl'n'tu'rt sl/°" ""''' '^' "" 8° '<> the^'Wu^e went "to T T' °"^ '" ^^ ^-^out Wednesday, Tnduding^^^^f^Cad""' '^'^"^'"^ had gone over to stafat th; qh,*^""'. '^'""PP" arrange about a jumble a^^' ,h^*''i °f "^''"^ «° (as a matter of hiitory) ,o t'„fet th?i{0']'m, the red-bearded Ro>*>inson Crusoe who combined > n himself the offices oi coachman, butler, and, to the best of my belief, valet to the lady of the house. The door opened at last, and Denis, looking as furtive as his prototype after he had sighted the footprint, put in his head and beckoned to me. "The misthress says will ye go to dinner with- out her," he said very confidentially; "sure she's greatly vexed ye should be waitin' on her. 'Twas the kitchen chimney cot fire, and faith she's afther giving Biddy Mahony the sack, on the head of it 1 Though, indeed, 'tis little we'd regard a chimney on fire here any other day." Mrs. Knox's woolly dog was the sole occupant of ihe dining-room when I enlcred it ; he was sitting on his mistress's chair, with all the air of outrage peculiar to a small and self-important dog when routine has been interfered with. It was difficult to discover what had caused the delay, the meal, not excepting the soup, being a cold collation ; it was heavily flavoured with soot, and was hurled on to the table by Crusoe in spasmodic bursts, contemporaneous, no doubt, with Biddy Mahony's fits of hysterics in ii^ kitchen. Its most memorable feature was a nol>1 lake trout, which appeared in two jagged pieces, a matter lightly alluded to by Denis as the result of " a lit+l.e argument " between himself and Biddy as to ti dish on which it was to be served. Further re. c saf^-^i elicited the interesting fact that the coiibii^Unts had pulled the trout in two '>'?•'! * >on Crusoe who lachman, butler, : to the lady of ast, and Denis, )e after he had d and beckoned ! sole occupant red it ; he was 1 all the air of I self-important rfered with. It lad caused the he soup, being flavoured with able by Crusoe eous, no doubt, ysterics in li. . are was a nobV: ) jagged pieces, lis as the result nself and Biddy 1 to be served. interesting fact he trout in two "0/5 Love ! Oh Fire r' 291 before the matter was settlpH a u • r . my attendant's hand^de^S meVllf tht^oir; I THE MKAL WAS HURLED ON TO THE TABLE BV CRUSOE dog justify his existence by consuming my portion for me, when Crusoe left the room ^ ^ Old Mrs. Knox remained invisible till the end I I I I } : I " ' J i ,'• ' 292 Some Experiences of an Irish ^M. of dinner, when she appeared in the purple velvet bonnet that she was reputed to have worn since the famine, and a dun-coloured woollen shawl fastened by a splendid diamond brooch, that flashed rainbow fire against the last shafts of sunset. There was a fire in the old lady's eye, too, the light that I had sometimes seen in Flurry's in moments of crisis. "I have no apologies to offer that are worth hearing," she said, "but I have come to drink a glass of port wine with you, if you will so far honour me, and then we must go out and see the ball. My grandson is late, as usual." She crumbled a biscuit with a brown and preoccupied hand ; her claw-like fingers carried a crowded sparkle of diamonds upwards as she raised her glass to her lips. The twilight was falling when we left the room and made our way downstairs. I followed the little figure in the purple bonnet through dark regions of passages and doorways, where strange lumber lay about; there was a rusty suit of armour, an upturned punt, mouldering pictures, and finally, by a door that opened into the yard, a lady's bicycle, white with the dust of travel. I supposed this latter to have been imported from Dublin by the fashionable Miss Maggie Nolan, but on the other hand it was well within the bounds of possibility that it belonged to old Mrs. Knox. The coach-house at Aussolas was on a par with the rest of the establishment, being vast, dilapidated, and of unknown age. Its three double doors were ¥\\ " Oh Love I Oh Fire ! " 293 wide open and the guests overflowed through them into the cobble-stoned yard; above thfir heads the tin reflectors of paraffin lamps glared hoirv T -'""Tu^ *^' C^n^irr.^^ decorations of holly and ivy that festooned the walls. The voices of a fiddle and a concertina, combined^ were uttering a polka with shrill and hideous hohn'^'i^K"^;'^ *'^ ^^^^P^"g ^"d stamping o hobnailed boots made a ponderous bass accom- paniment. Mrs. Knox's donkey-chair had been placed in a conimanding position at the top of the room and she made her way slowly to it, shaking hands w^r^l T '' ^^ *'"""*' ""^ ^^y^"§ "ght things without showing any symptom of that flustered boredom that I have myself exhibited when I went round the men's messes on Christmas Day. She took her seat in the donkey-chair, with the white dog in her lap, and looked with her hawk's eyes round the array of faces that hemmed in InVh'o"" ''' '""" ""' "^^""^^ '^''^^"^ "Will you tell me who that tomfool is, Denis ?" she said, pointing to a young lady in a ball dress who was circling in conscious magnificence and somewhat pamful incongruity in the arms of Mr. Peter Cadogan. "That's the lady's-maid from Castle Knox, yer honour, ma'am," replied Denis, with some thing remarkably like a wink at Mrs. Knox "When did the Castle Knox servants come?" asked the old lady, very sharply. m I\ !i' ; ' J ,; 294 Some Experiences of an Irish ^.M, "The sam^ time yer honour left the table, and Pillilew ! What's this ? " There was a clatter of galloping hoofs in the courtyard, as of a troop of cavalry, and out of the heart of it Flurry's voice shouting to Denis to drive out the colts and shut the gates before they had the people killed. I noticed that the colour had risen to Mrs. Knox's face, and I put it down to anxiety about her young horses. I may admit that when I heard Flurry's voice, and saw him collaring his grandmother's guests and pushing them out of the way as he came into the coach-house, I rather feared that he was in the condition so often defined to me at Petty Sessions as " not dhrunk, but having dhrink taken." His face was white, his eyes glittered, there was a general air of exaltation about him that sug- gested the solace of the pangs of love according to the most ancient convention. " Hullo 1 " he said, swaggering up to the orchestra, "what's this humbugging thing they're playing ? A polka, is it ? Drop that, John Casey, and play a jig." John Casey ceased abjectly. " What'll I play, Masther Flurry ? " "What the devil do I care? Here, Yeates, put a name on it ! You're a sort of musicianer yourself ! " I know the names of three or four Irish jigs; but on this occasion my memory clung exclusively to one, I suppose because it was the one I felt to be peculiarly inappropriate. |Hll "0/^ Love! Oh Fire!'' til 295 'Oh, well, 'Haste to the Wedding,"' I said looking away. ^ ' Flurry gave a shout of laughter. "That's it ! " he exclaimed. « Play it up, John ! Decidedly Flurry was drunk. "What's wrong with you all that you aren't dancing ? he continued, striding up the middle of the room. "Maybe you don't know how. Hen I II soon get one that'll show you !" He advanced upon his grandmother, snatched her out of the donkey-chair, and, amid roars of applause, led her out, while the fiddle squealed Its way through the inimitable twists of the tune t^Tu . concertina surged and panted after it! Whatever Mrs. Knox may have thought of her grandsons behaviour, she was evidently going to make the best of it. She took her station opposite to him, in the purple bonnet, the dun- coloured shawl, and the diamonds, she picked up her skirt at each side, affording a view of narrow feet in elastic-sided cloth boots, and for three repeats of the tune she stood up to her r""^' wV rl ^°°!'^ '^ °" *^c coach-house floor What the cloth boots did I could not exactly follow; they were, as well as I could see, extremely scientific, while there was hardly so much as a nod from the plumes of the bonnet Flurry was also scientific, but his dancing did not alter my opinion that he was drunk- m fact, I thought he was making rather an !4i i h ft f I It.' s 296 ^ow^ Experiences of an Irish 5^.Af. ' exhibition of himself. They say that that jig was twenty pounds in Mrs. Kijox's pocket at the next rent day ; but though this statement is open to doubt, I beHeve that if she and Flurry had taken the hat round there and then she would have got in the best part of her arrears. After this the company settled down to busi- ness. The dances lasted a sweltering half-hour old women and young dancing with equal and tireless zest. At the end of each the gentlemen abandoned their partners without ceremony or comment, and went out to smoke, while the ladies retired to the laundry, where families of teapots stewed o.i the long bars of the fire, and Mrs. Mahony cut up mighty " barm-bracks," and the tea-drmking was illimitable. At ten o'clock Mrs. Knox withdrew from the revel; she said that she was tired, but I have seldom seen any one look more wide awake. I thought that I might unobtrusively follow her example, but I was intercepted by Flurry. "Yeates," he said seriously, "I'll take it as a kindness if you'll see this thing out with me We must keep them pretty sober, and get them' out of this by daylight. I~I have to get home early." I at once took back my opinion that Flurry was drunk ; I almost wished he had been, as I could then have deserted him without a pang. As it was I addressed myself heavily to the night's enjoyment' Wan with heat, but conscientiously cheerful I danced with Miss Maggie Nolan, with the Castle 'N " Oh Love ! Oh Fire ! " 297 fell mto w^d giggles of terror whenever I spoke to no ' r ^ **■■'• ^'"^°^'"' ^ho had apparen fy post° poned the interesting feat of dancinf to h" r srave and did what ^hf nf^^^]A ♦« j ^ grave, I arr. u ^"f\^"® could to dance me into mine I am bound to admit that though an -^--sold^p; and a major, and therefore equipped whhl ready sealed'on thf M '"""^'^ '^^^'•^**^^ ^" *he yard, seated on the old mounting-block by the gate and overheard much conversation about the^pL "1 pigs m Skebawn ; at intervals I plunged ag^Jn Into the coach-house, and led forth a perspiring wall flower mto the scrimmage of a pdka,'or shuffl d meanmglessly opposite to her in the long double tlslnZT:- "'°."^" ^"^^^^^ with'seriou nor V r u u ^ ^ ^'^ °' ^ '^^^' I neither knew as ever I Tol * f '"^^ ^^"^^"^^ ^^ ""^^^-ted as ever , I could only suppose it was his method of showing that his broken heart had mended. Flnrrv" V^ ^^ ""^^^"^ *^^ P""ch, Masther Flurry said Denis, as the harness-room clock struck welve; "sure the night's warm, and the men's all gaping for it, the craytures » " Ji'^^fu- "^.^ ""^^^ ^* ^"^" «^id Flurry, as we followed him into the laundry. "The boiler, to be sure," said Crusoe, taking up a stone of sugar, and preparing to shoot it into the laundry copper. " Stop, you fool, it's full of cockroaches ! " shouted mi |il I' t 11 N 'I 1:1'* 298 Some Experiences of an Irish ^M. Flurry, amid sympathetic squalls from the throng of countrywomen. " Go get a bath ! " " Sure yerself knows there's but one bath in it," retorted Denis, "and that's within in the Major's room. Faith, the tinker got his own share yesther- day with the same bath, sthriving to quinch the holes, and they as thick in it as the stars in the sky, and 'tis weeping still, afther all he done ! " " Well, then, here goes for the cockroaches ! " said Flurry. "What doesn't sicken will fatten! Give me the kettle, and come on, you Kitty Collins, and be skimming them off ! " There were no complaints of the punch when the brew was completed, and the dance thundered on with a heavier stamping and a louder hilarity than before. The night wore on; I squeezed through the unyielding pack of frieze coats and shawls in the doorway, and with feet that momently swelled in my pumps I limped over the cobble-stones to smoke my eighth cigarette on the mounting-block. It was a dark, hot night. The old castle loomed above me in piled-up roofs and gables, and high up in it somewhere a window sent a shaft of light into the sleeping leaves of a walnut-tree that overhung the gateway. At the bars of the gate two young horses peered in at the medley of noise and people ; away in an outhouse a cock crew hoarsely. The gaiety in the coach-house increased momently, till, amid shrieks and bursts of laughter. Miss Maggie Nolan fled coquettishly from it with a long yell, like a train coming out of a tunnel, pursued by the " Oh Love ! Oh Fire ! " 299 fascinating Peter Cadogan brandishing a twig of mountain ash, in imitation of mistletoe. The young horses stampeded in horror, and immedi- ately a voice proceeded from the lighted window above, Mrs. Knox's voice, demanding what the noise was, and announcing that if she heard any more of it she would have the place cleared. An awful silence fell, to which the young horses' fleeing hoofs lent the final touch of consternation. Then I heard the irrepressible Maggie Nolan say : "Oh God! Merry-come-sad ! " which I take to be a reflection on the mutability of all earthly happiness. Mrs. Knox remained for a moment at the window, and it struck me as remarkable that at 2.30 A.M. she should still have on her bonnet. I thought I heard her speak to some one in the room, and there followed a laugh, a laugh that was not a servant's, and was puzzlingly familiar. I gave it up, and presently dropped into a cheerless doze. With the dawn there came a period when even Flurry showed signs of failing. He came and sat down beside me with a yawn ; it struck me that there waa more impatience and nervousness than fatigue in the yawn. " I think I'll turn them all out of this after the next dance is over," he said ; " I've a lot to do, and I can't stay here." I grunted in drowsy approval. It must have been a few minutes later that I felt Flurry grip my shoulder. Ml ^1 I! m r; ■J ' liitj If r, II i;iii; 300 Some Expert nces of an Irish %M. "Yeates!" he said, "look up at the roof. Do you see anything up there by the kitchen chimney ?'' He was pointing at a heavy stack of chimneys in a tower that stood up against the grey and pink of the morning sky. At the angle where one of them joined the roof smoke was oozing busil- out, and, as I stared, a httle wisp of flame stole through. The next thing that I distinctly remember is bemg in the van of a rush through the kitchen passages, every one shouting "Water I Water!" and not knowing where to find it, then up several flights of the narrowest and darkest stairs it has ever been my fate to ascend, with a bucket of water that I snatched from a woman, spilling as I ran. At the top of the stairs came a ladder leading to a trap-door, and up in the dark loft above was the roar and the wavering glare of flames. " My God ! That's sthrong fire ! " shouted Denis, tumbling down the ladder with a brace of empty buckets ; " we'll never save it ! The lake won't quinch it ! " The flames were squirting out through the bricks of the chimney, through the timbers, through the slates; it was barely possible to get through the trap-door, and the booming and crackling strengthened every instant. "A chain to the lake !" gasped Flurry, coughing m the stifling heat as he slashed the water at the blazing rafters ; "the well's no good ! Go on Yeates ! " ' ''Oh Love! Oh Fire!'' 301 The organising of a double chain out of the mob that thronged and shouted and jammed in the passages and yard was no mean feat of generalship; but it got done somehow. Mrs. Cadogan and Biddy Mahony rose magnificently to the occasion, cursing, thumping, shoving ; and stable buckets, coal buckets, milk pails, and kettles were unearthed and sent swinging down the grass slope to the lake that lay in glittering un- concern in the morning sunshine. Men, women, and children worked in a way that only Irish people can work on an emergency. All their cleverness, a!l their good-heartedness, and all their love of a ruction came to the front; the screaming and the exhortations were incessant, but so were also the buckets that flew from hand to hand up to the loft. I hardly know how long we were at it, but there came a time when I looked up from the yard and saw that the billows of reddened smoke from the top of the tower were dying down, and I bethought me of old Mrs. Knox. I found her at the door of her room, engaged in tying up a bundle of old clothes in a sheet; she looked as white as a corpse, but she was not •in any way quelled by the situation. "I'd be obliged to you all the same, Major Yeates, to throw this over the balusters," she said, as I advanced with the news that the fire had been got under. "Ton my honour, I don't know when I've been as vexed as I've been this night, what with one thing and another ! 'Tis . ii m I » R' I* M -' M ! • m 302 Some Experiences of an Irish %M. a monstrous thing to use a guest as we've used you. but what could we do ? I threw all the silver out of the dining-room window myself, and the poor peahen that had her nest there was hurt by an entree dish, and half her eggs were ' °o There was a curious sound not unlike a titter m Mrs. Knox's room. " However, we can't make omelettes without breaking eggs-as they say-" she went on rather hurriedly; "I declare I don't know what I'm saying ! My old head is confused " further" o ; T'' "^^."""^^^ ^^^^^ "^^ "^^hing further to do for my hostess, and I fought my way up the dripping back staircase to the loft hid tT . "* f '''^' *^" ^"PP^y ^f buckets had been stopped, and Flurry, standing on a ponderous crossbeam, was poking his head and tlft^^A K '"u° *^' '""^^S^* *h^°"gh the hole that had been burned in the roof. Denis and others were pouring water over charred beams the atmosphere was still stifling, everything was black, everything dripped with inky water. Flurry descended from his beam and stretched himself looking like a drowned chimney-sweep "We've made a night of it, Yeat;s, haven't' we? he said, "but we've bested it anyhow. We were done for only for you!" There w-s more emotion about him than the occasion seemed to warrant, and his eyes had a Christy Minstrel brightness, not wholly to be attributed to the ■•'^'''■'^m.^mf-jmm-- ■ " OA Love / Oh Fire ! " 303 dirt of his face. " What's the time ?— I must iiet home." ** The time, incredible as it seemed, was half-past SIX. I could almost have sworn that Flurry changed colour when I said so. "I must be off," he said ; " I had no idea it was so late." "Why, what's the hurry ?" I asked. He stared at me, laughed foolishly, and fell to givmg directions to Denis. Five minutes after- wards he drove out of the yard and away at a canter down the long stretch of avenue that skirted the lake, with a troop of young horses flying on either hand. He whirled his whip round his head and shouted at them, and was lost to sight in a clump of trees. It is a vision of him that remains with me, and it always carries with it the bitter smell of wet charred wood. Reaction had begun to set in among the volun- teers. The chain took to sitting in the kitchen, cups of tea began mysteriously to circulate, and personal narratives of the fire were already fore- shadowing the amazing legends that have since gathered round the night's adventure. I left to Denis the task of clearing the house, and went up to change my wet clothes, with a feeling that I had not been to bed for a year. The ghost of a waiter who had drowned himself in a bog- hole would have presented a cheerier aspect than I, as I surveyed myself in the prehistoric mirror in my room, with the sunshine falling on my unshorn face and begrimed shirt-front. •*♦ "I 304 Some Experiences of an Irish %M. I .r:ade my toilet at considerable length, and air to 3 r"'^ "«"' °'"°<=''' »-^ down stairs to look for something to eat. I had left silent as Pompeu. The sheeted bundles con- ammg Mrs. Knox's wardrobe were lying about Z^ L" h °"'"'. °' ='"'=^^'°^^ -""^ '" ">« fi- leaZ^ dr t''r '''".SS"^ f™-" "'^ ^»"'* were leaning drunkenly against the bundles ; last night's dessert was still on the dining-room taWe I went out on to the hall-door steps, and saw th bed a'nii ,!".\f"'""§ ''^='P '" => "^^tu^ium bed and realised that there was no breakfast for me this side of lunch at Shreelane. and f K ^\' '°""^ °' '"^^^^ 0" the avenue and a brougham came into view, driving fast un the ong open stretch by the lake. It was the Cas le Knox brougham, driven by Norris whom I had last seen drunk at the athletic spots, an" as^..t^ drew up at the door . saw Lady knox .:^lr^^^^' • -■^' ^^-cing "What fire?" said Lady Knox, regarding me with an iron countenance. 6-«'"ing me I explained. T "^ ^?1'' ^' ^^^ ''°"*'« 'sn't burned down " said Lady Knox, cutting short my details "^rh,n= you ^would kindly find out il , tuld s!:''^. tnan usual. I began to understand that some- ■►♦aasj^fe" " Oh Love ! Oh Fire ! " 305 thing awful had happened, or would happen, and I wished myself safe at Shreelane, with the bed- clothes over my head. Ja^^" '%^^ *^® misthress you're looking, me ady said Denis's voice behind me, in ton;s of ^arde^ .?'''*' "^'^ "^"* °"* *° the kitchen garden a while ago to get a blasht o' the fresh air afther the mght Maybe your ladyship would sit inside in the library till I call her ? " Lady Knox eyed Crusoe suspiciously. Thank you, I'll fetch her myself," she said. Den^ '"''' *^'''' *°° *^'°"^^^ " began "Stay where you are!" said Lady Knox in a voice like the slam of a door. ' Denk't'^'r'';? ^^"^ P'"'"^ '^' ^^"*'" whispered Denis as Lady Knox set forth alone down the shrubbery walk. ''But ts Mrs. Knox in the garden ?" said I. Ihe Lord preserve your innocence, sir!" re- plied Denis, with seeming irrelevance. At this moment I became aware of the in- credible act that Sally Knox was silently descend- ng the stairs ; she stopped short as she got into Deni^"'^^"' /T^l^ ^^--t -^dly at me and Denis. Was I looking at her wraith ? There wentlo'the TuY "'^^'^ °" ^^^ ^--^ ' ^^e went to the hall door, outside which was now drawn up Mrs. Knox's donkey -carriage as well as Lady Knox's brougham, and, as Toveco^ by this imposing spectacle, she turned back and put her hands over her face. U 7 -■iiiiiiir-'HVr u IJi : I 306 /Sow^ Experiences of an Irish ^.M. "She's gone round to the garden, asthore," said Denis in a hoarse whisper ; " go in the donkey-carriage. 'Twill be all right ! " He seized her by the arm, pushed her down the steps and into the little carriage, pulled up the hood over her to its furthest stretch, snatched the whip out of the hand of the broadly-grinning Norris, and with terrific objurgations lashed the donkey into a gallop. The donkey -boy grasped the position, whatever it might be ; he took up the running on the other side, and the donkey-carriage swung away down the avenue, with all its incon- gruous air of hooded and rowdy invalidism. I have never disguised the fact that I am a coward, and therefore when, at this dynamitical moment, I caught a glimpse of Lady Knox's hat over a laurustinus, as she returned at high speed from the garden, I slunk into the house and faded away round the dining-room door. "This minute I seen the misthress going down through the plantation beyond," said the voice of Crusoe outside the window, " and I'm afther send- ing Johnny Regan to her with the little carriage, not to put any more delay on yer ladyship. Sure you can see him making all the haste he can. Maybe you'd sit inside in the library till she comes." Silence followed. I peered cautiously round the window curtain. Lady Knox was looking defiantly at the donkey -carriage as it reeled at top speed into the shades of the plantation, strenu- ously pursued by the woolly dog. Norris was regarding his horses' .ears in expressionless re- iiM ^mm^tnitmsamm'mmumK--- " O/i Love I Oh Fire ! " 307 spectability. Denis was picking up the entree- dishes with decorous solicitude. Lady Knox turned and came into the house; she passed the dining-room door with an ominous step, and went on into the Hbrary. It seemed to me that now or never v^as the moment to retire quietly to my room, put my things into my portmanteau, and Denis rushed into the room with the entree- dishes piled up to his chin. " She's diddled 1 " he whispered, crashing them down on the table. He came at me with his hand out. "Three cheers for Masther Flurry and Miss Sally," he hissed, wringing my hand up and down, "and 'twas yerself called for 'Haste to the Weddin" last night, long life to ye! The Lord save us I There's the misthress going into the library ! " Through the half-open door I saw old Mrs. Knox approach the library from the staircase with a dignified slowness ; she had on a wedding garment, a long white burnous, in which she might easily have been mistaken for a small, stout clergyman. She waved back Crusoe, the door closed upon her, and the battle of giants was entered upon. I sat down — it was all I was able for — and remained for a full minute in stupefied contemplation of the entrde-dishes. Perhaps of all conclusions to a situation so portentous, that which occurred was the least possible. Twenty minutes after Mrs. Knox met -j-.r- r,v..-»i-»,,f^ ^^- ^r. '« i i 1 i ! t ■"ti h i I '". 1 !• H 308 Some Experiences of an Irish ^M, hei antagonist I was summoned from strapping my portmanteau to face the appalling duty of escort- ing the combatants, in Lady Knox's brougham, to the church outside the back gate, to which Miss Sally had preceded them in the donkey-carriage. I J!'- Jsif EVEN FOUND RICE AND THREW IT pulled myself together, went downstairs, and found that the millennium had suddenly set in. It had apparently dawned with the news that Aussolas and all things -therein were bequeathed to Flurry by his grandmother, and had established itself finally upon the considerations that the marriage W^^^mmsmm^^mmi ish %M, I strapping my uty of escort- brougham, to o which Miss :y-carriage. I " Oh Love I Oh Fire ! " 309 was past praying for, and that the diamonds were intended for Miss Sally. We fetched the bride and bridegrqpm from the church; we fetched old Eustace Hamilton, who married them; we dug out the champagne from the cellar; we even found rice and threw it. The hired carriage that had been ordered to take the runaways across country to a distant station was driven by Slipper. He was shaved; he wore an old livery coat and a new pot hat ; he was wondrous sober. On the following morn- ing he was found asleep on a heap of stones ten miles away ; somewhere in the neighbourhood one of the horses was grazing in a field with a certain amount of harness hanging about it. The carriage and the remaining horse were discovered in a roadside ditch, two miles farther on ; one of the carriage doors had been torn off, and in the interior the hens of the vicinity were con- ducting an exhaustive search after the rice that lurked in the cushions. THE END rs, and found t in. It had hat Aussolas ed to Flurry blished itself the marriage Printed by Ballantyne, Hanson