Public ledger. [volume] (Memphis, Tenn.) 1865-1893, 1874-03-11

rang the guns of the stranded vessel. =
"She must be a ship of war, re.
marked Doaaghue. No merchant yes.
sci carries such heavy metal Notice
how regular they are discharged"
" Is there any chance of her working
Off"
None in the world, sir. The Baly-
vaughan reef keeps slight hold of any
craft that gets into its clutches.
Ballyvaughan is a small fishing vii
lage and inhabited the sturdy but igno-
rant class | referred to in the introduc.
ton to this sketch. When we drove
along the single aud only row of cabins
that stands a few hundred yards from
the beach, we were somewhat surprised
that none of the people were abroad
"This is strange" said to my com
panion. These people generally are
the first on shore TO render assistance or
pick up the drifting goods which old
Father Neptune may send them"
"Tis rather curious-but here comes
Captain Wells with the men"
In the few minutes Of moonlight that
followed, we could perceive the dark
outline of the vessel, and the fash of a
gun at that moment showed her lying on
her beam ends, with the seas breaking
heavily over her.
Where are the fishermen, Captain2'
| said, as that individual hurried toward
us.
II can't tell what's the matter with
them. | have knocked at every door in
the village, but cannot get a soul out ="
Ill try them" said /. There's one
fellow here whom they call the Irish
Mihaul Tabac because he's so fond of
his pipe, and his cabin lies just opposite
us.
Jumping from the gig, l approached
Mihauls dwelling. Through the chinks
of the rudely constructed door could
see the glare of the rush light inside. l
knocked and shouted: Come out,
Mihaul, NAL; there's a ship on the
rocks. Come out and lend hand"
The devil step you will stir from
this cabin tonight" muttered female
voice, soto voce, inside.
Let me out, l tell you; tbs the young
master himself" ("
Never an out you'll 90 while that
murders going on. Who'd take care of
US if you were gomez?
Come out Mihaul," l repeated; ;
what are the women holding you back
for?"
"Oh, master, master, don't ask him,
and he wild big family; don't ask him,
master, DEAR implored one Of the
women. "0h, but this is the unlucky
night for us all, and the ould boy fly
away wild Hoche for bothering Bally-
vaughan wild his soldiers. 'Tis little /
love the English, but what will we do
when they both get at us?"
In the name of God, | cried, what
do yon think is the matter? There is a
ship on the reef here, and we want all
the hands we can muster"
Matter enough" was the reply;
didn't we hear them big guns, and don I
we know the Friach is landing? Oh,
master dear, leave us alone in our cabin
and let Bonaparte get his soldiers out by
himself. Sure Mihauls neck wouldn't
be safe if be was ever seen in company
with Gen. Bonaparte-ould Napoleon
himself"
now began to comprehend the state
of the case. The deuizens of the hum
BILE village of Ballyvaughan evidently
had lost sight of the historical facts OF
the last half century, and from the reg
ular and heavy firing supposed that the
formidable Bonaparte was landing his
army, with the idea of freeing ireland
from English rule. The words of the
old song:
Tho Franch ara m tho saw