The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1859-08-12

ferociOusIy exclaimed, now the old witch
may utter her curses in hell"
A year after these dreadful transactions
took place, Murtuogh Oge O'Sullivan came
to reside in bis native country, and learned
the sad fate of his cousin, and the cruel
wrongs OF his aunt, from her own lips
She urged him Oh her blessings, to revenge
the death of her son-and the soldier but
too faithfully kept his Injunction. The
usual mode ofseeking to slay an enemy in
single combat he could not resort to, for a
penal statue prohibited him the use of fire.
arms, or even the sword, which was at that
time worn as the common mark of gentil-
ity. But Murtough spurrd on to yengence
way laid Puxley, and shot him through the
head. The body Of the revenue officer lay
where it fell, undiscovered for some DAYS
and the tradition of that district has it, that
the wild fox and the raven literally fulfilled
the malediction of the widow. The gov
ernment Immediately outlawed the mur-
der, and set a price on his head. lie de-
Tended himself in casteled residence on
the border Of the sea; and such were his
personal bravery, and mode of resistance,
that the numerous parties. which the hope
Of reward had led to attempt bis capture,
were always repulsed. The outlaw led
this desperate and precacious life for many
years, in utter defiance Of tie legal author
tiles.
One night as Murtough Oge and few
trusty friends kept watch in his strong
hold, he felt an unusual depression of spir
its. The fire that ere while blazed bright
ly on the ample hearth, now decayed in its
own ashes; and the occasional light of the
dying enbers, as it shed faint glare upon
the tall forms and ferocious features around
him, was not calculated to dispel the gloom
of his heart. Plunged in deep reverie,
he brought to his minds eye, the varied
scenes Of his past Gfe-and he sighed at
the sad retrospect. Among the faithful
few that shared his desperate fortunes, was
a harper-a last lingering child Of the in
teresting minstrel race. The son of song
had fallen upon evil days; but he found
himself in the house of his natural protec-
tor, for the O'Dalys were in the olden day,
the hereditary bards Of the O'SulIiyan
Bears.
"O'Daly," said the outlaw, "my heart
is desponding and low; the music Of your
clarsearch might lay the melancholy; but
let your song be one of sadness, for your
strains Of joy must be reserved for happier
hours"
The hoary minstrel took his harp, after
a short irregular prelude, he played wild
melancholy strain which he accompanied
with his voice, and this was the burden Of
his song:
Once upon a time their lived in a
strong castle, on a tall cliff by the wild sea,
a chiettain; and his name went through
the remotest ends Of the land, for he was
the scourge of the oppressor, and the hope
Of the defenceless. But these noble quail
tiles drew upon him the hatred Of certain
great men, who bore evil report of him to
the high king; and the king gave credit to
the report. and summoned the chieftain
who refused to obey, for he saw that to
comply would put his life in danger, and
then he was outlawed, and a price set up
on his head.
Then the chieftain fortified his castle
and set watchmen in the towers, to give
notice of the enemy's approach, and foiled
all attempts to take him captive, till one
of his followers at last betrayed him for
gold; and the enemy surprised him-and
he was taken and put to DEATH
At this part of the song one Scully
confidential domestic, of the outlaws,
groaned deeply. 1t was not a groan
caused by bodily pain, but such groan Of
mental agony as might be produced by the
keenest sting of remdrse.
''Then the betrayer of his master rose to
distinction; and he became rich, and fitted
out strong ship with which lie traded to
foreign parts.
"And as he was returning from dis
tant port with his vessel richly laden, a
dreadful storm arose, the raging winds
tore the sails to shreds-and the masts
were shivered to spIinters. The sailors
manfulIy brayed the storm, and struggled
hard for life; but cry of horror burst
from the crew when they perceived a small
boat ahead of the ship in which sat a fig
ure Of fierce and threatening aspect, and
eyes that seemed to glare on them all.
This small boat glded unharmed in the
) storm, towards the rocky shore, and the
ed in is wake.
y second gfOdh lbat aroused IHen Jndt
heard it into fearful alarm.
As they rapidly neared the rocks, the
boat that bore the spectre approached the
ship, and in voice that rose above the
tempest of the deep. he threatened to sink
: them to the bottom of the sea, if the cap
: tain were not given up to him without de
lay.
The sailors, for their own safety, bound
the devoted wretch, and lowered him into
the small boat; and as the dreadful spectre
and his guilty victim retired through the
troubled sea, the tempest abated, and while
the despairiDg shrieks Of the mortal, and
the eXulting yells Of the spectre, pierced
= the vault Of heaven, the boat and its freight
age sank beneath the yawning waters"
Here he feelings of Scully were excited
to madness; he sprung from his seat, ex-
= claiming: Il am that murderous traitor,
II have BETRAYED my master, and sold the
! precious blood Of an O'SuIIiyan;" then
falling at the outlaws feet, and presenting
, his dagger :. Sheath this, he said, 'in my
, periured heart, and rid the world Of a luf.