New-York tribune., 1888-08-26
EVICTION IN IRELAND.
From The London Daily Nc

A sharp rap is heard on tho barricaded window.
Shield in front of him, and well for him he has, for
by way Of response comes spout OF brown liquid
that smells yillanously. There's lime IN It, bedad,,
think there was, and something worse. Come now.
come out at once, and give us no more OF ths non
shrill scream Of defiance is tho reply. accompanied
by a splash Of hot water UP with tho RAM Is tho
ofder and while the emergency men are putting
Judge Norbery" his legs strange scene in this
tragic comedy is enacted Just outside the line Of
scnrrics. 1t IS one OF the daughters of the family
her knees in tn, sweet long grass, clasplng her
hands and praying with all her heart TO the blessed
the sheriff and his In the ruObsh her dear father
playing upon them. 1t might or might not have
the sheriff and the them had pretty good dose
of liquid artillery before their work was finished
Send out the women anyhow can't you do that!'
"No WON'T and the women laugh In deTision.
Back, away with them; back, away with them;'
chain, While from the blank widows pours the hot
wd sE s with Mho the are s e ns fhS OF
tain Of the gang sways his arms the old woman on the
ram pounds against the walls The ninth blow drives
a hole through the brtckwork, but yet w can SEQ
YOU have notaing but my fists. shoot me If you
like don't care. Better die here than the road
side / would rather die here than any other place"
The breach In the wall wldens, and louder Genes
Mats challenge, In VII you, all of you II you like
srl' This question being apparently addressed 70
Colonel Turner or to the sheriff, both of whom whom
thirteenth or fourteenth blow the wall showed gap
Matt Magfath became fully visible, rather the
upper half OF him did. for the shattered wall Of his
dwelling piled up I'm front of him., with
white, haggaid face no rushed about, wild man
at bay, garing at the armed host In front OF him.
and shouting hOarsely, Come on, have only my
fists shoot me dc MT care, would rather die here
where | was bred and born, and my father before
mo- and sprlnging to the edge OF the gap he shook
HIS fists In tho reckless defiance of despair.
Wide the gap was, IL was not yet wide enough
for n rush, the swung again To the gang cap
tains song A big fragment Of wall toppled over; a
cataract OF hot watcP rushed out through the gap.
Matt who looks like mailman, pitches out stream
OF brown lQuld but with tho quichness OF lightning
supply Er. Inspector IIll dashed up TO the breach
IIc sllppcd and down he went head over heels right
into the heart Of Mat's den with a swarm OF Royal
Irish cons tables after him, stumbling. slipping. and
scramhllng; and then II all became confusion OF dust
and falling brickwork shrleks shouts and curses In
a few minutes the Royal Irish constabes rushed out
again pellmel covered from head 10 foot with dust
and filth, and swayng and staggering round Matt
Magrath who with his white frantic face dabbled with
blood requires six mon 20 hold him. Matt IS Immensely
strong besides being desperate and sturdy the six
ROYAL Irish constabes were, II really looked as
their prisoner would succeed IN tearing himself from
their grasp. After struggle he was thrown or
tripped over on HIS back right ladder which lay
his brawny wrists into handouts. The doctor then
came up and dressed the wound on Matts head.
There only wound and that by no means
serious ono. The marvellous thing was that In spite
OF his desperate resistance Matt escaped with such
little hurt