The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1872-12-05
DEATH OF AN IRISH SNUG
GLER.
BY JAMES ANTHONY FRoUDE.


by Mr.. Froude, Of the death Of ia
nous Irish smuggler Of the 18th CEN
fury:
1t vas strange wild place, close
to the sea, amidst rocks and bogs
and utter desolation. Near il stood
the wreck Of a roofess church, and
the yet older ruin of some Danish
pirate nest. The shadowy forn of
the brigantine was visible through
the gray sheet of falling rain, at an
Choir in the harbor, and from the
rocks in the entrance came the moan
ing of the Atlantic swell. Morty,
looking for no visitors on such night,
had neglected to post sentinels. The
house was surrounded, and the wolf
was trapped. The dogs inside were
the first to take alarm. A violent
barking was heard, and then sudden
ly the door was thr ,wn open. Nor
ty appeared III his shirt, fired blum
derbuss at the men who were near
est MIN and retired. A volley of
snail arms followed from the win
dOws and Sits In the wall. One
soldier was killed and three others
wounded. The strictest orders had
been given to take Morty if possible
alive, and the fire was not at first
returned The house was evidently
full Of men; eighteen of them bolted.
one after the other, in the hopes of
drawing off the troops into pursuit.
Each, however, was caught and ex-
amin d, and, when found not to be
the man whom the party came in
search of, was Ter go. At last there
were but five leff In the house. Nor.
ty saw his time was come. He did
not choose to be taken, and deter
mined to die like man. He sent
out his wife and child, who were
with him, with a request that their
lives might be saved. The officer
In command received them kindly,
and gave them such protection as he
could. Molry himself refused to
surrender; it was determined to set
fire to the thatch and wild. fire was
TRUST under The caves. The straw
WIS soaked with the wet, and long
refused to catch. At last it bIazed
up; the flames seized the dry raft
ers; the root fell in; and amidst the
burning ruins, Morty and lis four
remaining companions were Seen
standing at bay, blunderbuss in
hand. He was evidently desperate,
and TO save life it wa necessary to
shoot him. The soldiers fired Nor
ty tel with ball through his heart.
Two OF his comrades fell at his
side; the other two were taken; the
same two, it so happened, who had
been Morty's companions at the
murder Of Puxley. One of them,
Lit lie John Sullivan he was called.
was perhaps Mortys kinsman; the
name of the other was Daniel Con-
nell. / he barony of Iveragh and
Darrynane Abbey, where the Con-
nells, or O'Connel's, of latter cele-
brIty had already established them
selves, was but seven miles distant
across The wafer; and it is thus
possible, and even probable, that
Daniel Cornell, VINO had assisted at
Puxleys murder, and escaped the
bullets at CIeinderry, Was a scion of
the same family which, in the next
generation, produced the Liberator.
The weather making it impossible
to carry off The briganIlne, she was
sunk, when daylight came, at her an
chorage. The fire Was extingulsh-
ed; the ruins of the house were
SEARCHED; and Morty's account
books (he Was punctual as Dirk Hat
t. RACK himself Ill his money trans
acllOns,) ms bills, notes. and papers
were found uninjured Among
them were found letters from MANY
persons OF consequence i'll the coun-
try, showing that they were accom-
pllces Ill the assassination of the
revenue officers. Twenty ankers of
brandy and some chests of tea had
b, Ell destroyed by the fire.
Morty's body was carried to Cork.
His head mouIdered upon spike
over the gale Of the south Jail. The