Des Moines courier. ([Ottumwa] Iowa) 1848-1854, 1854-01-05
A Foster Brothers Revenge.
H HARDRESS FITZGERALD,

s''y Magazine, a narrative of the sineu
lar adventures OF Hardness Fitzgerald.
an eminent Irish royalist, who contrived
TO elude the suictest search for his per.
son after the battle Of the Boyne had all
bn. annihilated his party. The nara.
tive, from which we propose to make a
short extract, purporls to be written by
the hero himself, and commences with
an amusing account of his living in dis
guise in Dublin. II then proceeds to
state that becoming anxious to join the
wreck OF King James forces in Liner.
'rk, he ventured on travelling across the
country as peddler; how, while on the
way, he had an interview with General
Sarsfeld, and received from him certain
papers TO convey to the unhappy royal
lists; after which, on pursuing his jour-
ney. he had the misfortune to fall into
:he hands of some soldiers, and was bro't /
before Captain Oliver, a leader in the
ranks of the opponents. At this point
we shall allow him to tell his story in his
own words, which gives fearful idea of
the cruelties committed ut that disas.
,rous period in Ireland:
'Unbuckle your pack, exclaimed the
corporal, 'U"buckIe yonr pack, fellow,
and show your goods 10 The Captain
here where you are.'
proceeded to presen. my merehan.
dlze TO the loving contemplation of The
officers. W no ihrong-d around me with
s'rong light from all opposite window
AS continued to Gatfic with these gen
,lemen, observed with no little anxiety,
the eyes of Captain Oliver frequently
liked upon me with kind Of dubuious
Iaquiring gaze.
'lthink, my honest fellow, he said at
last, that have seen you some W here
before tins. Have YOU often dealt with
the military
:! have traded, sir said |, with the
soldiers many time, and have always
been honorably treated. Will your
worship please TO buy pair Of lace ruff
fies!-very cheap-your worship
why do you wear your hair so much,
over your face, sm!' said Oliver. without
noticing my suggestion. Il promise you
| think no good of you; throw back your
hair, and let me ste you plainly. Hold
up your head, and look straight at me:
throw back ySur hair, SIR
| felt that all chance of escape was at
an end, and stepping forward as near 10
him as the table would allow me, | rais-
ed my head. threw back my hair, and
fixed my eyes sternly and boldl, upon
his face. sa " that he knew me in
slantly. for his counienance turned as
pale as ashes with surprise and hatred:
he started up, placing his hand instinc
lively rpon his sword hill, and glaring a,
me with look go deadly, .ha, thought
he would strike his sword into my heart. |
lie said IN kind OF whisper: 'Hardress
Fnzgerald!'
Yes. said boldly, for the excitement
OF the scene had effeclually stirred my
blood. 'Hardress Fitzgerald before
you. ! know you well, captain Oliver.
know how you ha,e mel know how
you thirst for my blood; but in a good
cause, and in the hands of God, | defy
your
You are desperate villain, SIR said
Captain Oliver; "a rebel and murderer!
Halo there, guard. seize him.
As the soldiers entered, | threw my
eyes hastily around the rcom, and oh.
serving a glowing fire upon the hearth. l
suddenly drew General Sarsfeld's pack
ct from my bosom. and casting i, upon
The embers. placed my foo. upon ii.
Secure the papers,, shouted the cap
tain; and almost instantly l was laid
PROSTATE and senseless upon the floor by
the butt end Of carbine.
| cannot say how long continued in
a state of torpor: but at length, having
slowly recovered my senses, l found my
self lying firmly handcuffed upon The
floor OF small chamber, through mar
row loophole in one of whose walls the
evening sun was shining. was chill
ed with cold and damp, and drenched in
blood, which had flowed in large quan,i-
ties from the wound on my head. By
? strong effort. shook of the sick
drowsiness which s.ill hung upon me,
and weak and giddy, l rose with pain
and difficulty TO my feet. The chamber,
or rather cell, in which | stood, was
about eight feet square, and of height
very disproportioned to it's other dimen-
altitude from the floor to the
ceiling being not less than twelve or
fourteen feet. A narrow slit, placed
high in the wall, admitted scanty light,
hus sufficient 10 assure me that my pris-
ontaiRed nothing to render the So
Of its tenant whit less comfort.
han my worst enemy could have
d.. My first impulse was natural
,xamine the security of the door
ophols which have mentioned
600 high and too narrow to afford
re Of escape. listened at.en.-
lascer,ain. if possible. whether or
pard had been placed upon the
Not sound was to be heard.
t~xsA IL H.