Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1881-11-14
''Nasby" i'm Ireland.

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[ have been in Ireland four weeks,
and | have seen ireland. I did not do
as the regular tourist always does, fol-
low the regular routes of tourists travel.
You may 60 all over Ireland, in one
way, and not see particle of suffering,
or any discomfort. At Glengariff, for
instance, the most charming spot on the
earth, you are lodged in as fine a hotel
as there is anywhere, the people are all
well dressed and we'll fed, and the visit
or wonders why there should be any dis
content.
This is part Of the English Govern
ment's policy. On these lines of travel,
which the tourist for pleasure always
takes, the misery is kept out of sight,
and the mouths Of the people who serve
you are sealed. The American lady
travelling through that country don't
like to see naked women and squalid
poverty, for it makes her uncomfortable.
None of it is shown her, and she won
ders at the discomfort of the Irish.
But just take boat at Glengariff,
leave the splendid hotel, and be rowed
two miles across the bay, and you begin
to see Ireland, the real Ireland. You
then know why Ireland is agitated, you
then know the real reason why an En-
glishman is hated with an intensity that
would find expression in a rifle shot, if
rifles were permitted to be owned and
used.
| HOW A CONVERSION WAS EFFECTED.
went from Dublin to Cork, the most
prejudiced man against the Irish that
lives between the earth and sky. In
fact, when Mr.. James Redpath found me
IN Dublin, | was engaged in disputa-
tion with Mr.. Charles Stewart Parnell,
the president of the Land League, in
which l was endeavoring to convince
him that he was demagogue. that the
Irish had no reason for agitation, that
whatever of suffering there was in the
country, was attributable to some inher-
ent weakness in the Irish character, that
Ireland could only be properly ruled by
the English, and that they ought to be
thankful to the kind Providence that
had given them superior race to protect
and care for them.
Mr.. Redpath. who gave the best years
of his life to the killing of slavery in
America, and who is doing all that one
large-Souled, brainy man of nerve can
do to kill another form of slavery in Ire
land, said to me, Come with me to the
south of Ireland for just day. won't
talk to you. won't even give you g
printed page to read, but l will show
you something that will astonish you, as
1t did me-"
| went with Mr.. Redpath to Cork, anc
the first day we took jaunting car fol
Blarney Castle. Mr.. Redpath was ST
lent, which. with the purpose he had il
view, was the highest wisdom. In thu
five miles drive counted 500 womeI
without shoes or stockings, walking il
the cold mud.
This was Mr.. Redpath's argument
and it was an argument better than am
man could make from a platform.
FERMoY AND BEYOND.
The next day we took train for Fer
moy, a distance of perhaps 80 miles. Ii
Fermoy, a tolerably prosperous village
for Ireland, the women not only did no
have any shoes or stockings, but they
had scarcely anything else to wear.
"This is nothing" said the wise Mr.
Redpath 'thcse people are fairly pros
perous-for Ireland. l shall show yol
something worth while before night"
1t puzzled me somewhat to unde
stand how any one could be worse Of
than to be walking in cold mud withou
any protection whatever for the feet, bu
I found it at Michellstown, at the foo
of the Galtee mountains.
Boarding one of those most execrabl
of all vehicles, an Irish jaunting car, W
left Michellstown at 9 o'clock in tn
morning, in soaking rain storm, th
cold, misty drizzle going through ou
heavy overcoats and almost penetratin
our very marrow. The road woun
along past well cultivated fields, owe
picturesque streams, now up gentle dc
clivities that gave US, or would hav
given us had the day been clear an
, fine, an admirable view of the vale
spread at the foot of the Galtee mour
tains. But on that day the picture wa
not cheering one. The sun refused t
shine, the rain was cold, and the Who'll
prospect looked bleak and desolatt
Then our driver was loquacious fello,
who had at bis tongues end hundreds
, instances of the oppression of landlord
and the terrible sufferings of the poe
evicted tenants. He talked fast, anc
his whole heart being in the subject,
talked well, oftentimes emphasizing h
stories by pointing to barefooted, bar
e legged and bare headed women, WI
) went trudging along the cold, wet roa
t with no protection from the frightful il