The Helena independent. [volume] (Helena, Mont.) 1875-1943, 1893-03-20
eternity, but wc knew moro OF oach other
in that ono moment than many lifetime nc-
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eternity, but wc knew moro OF oaoh other
in that ono moment than many lifetime nc-
QuAintnnces.
Soon the ferry boat has bumped n%ooinst
tho Havana wharyss. Through the cIattor
and clamor and crow. tho d~eserter was
10 San Carlos; hurried into 4 victoria.
alongside which were two mounted guards.
aud driven rapidly away. / conld not work
that day, and wandered along tho walls Of
In Puntn. restless, .hsArt-siok and with the
white isce Of that desperate life svsr before
me. AT four O'Clock just across the narrow
harbor entrance were heard some ominous
drum beats.
On the little plaza inst over the sea on
the heights OF Moro there we're movements
Of small squads Of soldiery. We could noe
al this plainly from La Punta. l feared
risd away: just ~ | reached tho old Boz
quote walls there WAS u sound OF musketry
ut Moro. l looked across the channel and
saw the smok from their pieces we'll nigh
unfolding them all. But l saw through
and through that cloud one face sealed In
eternal rest. when some old Ash wives on
the Boquste walls near. crossing themselves
a. If II were m old habit and for like ocon-
sions, lazily muttered: "El desertar! Ell
desertarw
At cvery little station in ireland. from
Galway or Tralee, snstward; from Dublin
or wexford. westward; and along the lines
convereinR at or toward Mallow, and thence
to Cork, sad-eyed conveying" parties may
DO seen waiting for the last embrace, hand
pressure or glimpse of the departing emf
grant for America; and II you were in Ire
land and would ride in the "third-class'
carriages a. l do and could zee each little
compartments packed with from twenty to
| GnlrkV nf thaa0 - ~ t,s ~- AL.s- l.
Cork and Queenstown. you would for the
nrst time In your life reaiizs the woe Of
those who 90, to an extent thai You would
nave more compassion for those who come.
And then. at Halfway, at Blackpool. at
Blarney. on scramble the begRar crew who
eke q livelihood from the hysterical, tender.
hearted and simple folk who are found on
every one OF these trains departing. Leg
less pipers pipe most patriotic airs; blind
nddlerS set all the breasts heaviuR and eyes
weeping from their tender Irish melodies;
while blind minstrels roar 1.-The Harp and
the Shamrock of Ould Ireland" Pennies
rain into their cups and hats like 'drop-
ripe' wheat shaken by the wind. Through
this luRubrious misery all are straining
their tear-dimmed sight for a last look at
the warm Wales and nesting homes of Ite-
lands tender south.
Suddenly the din Of the heroic minstrel
music 10 almost drowned in the thunder OF
the srain rushing through the long tunnel.
Ireland, beloved Ireland, is for the first
time blotted out of sight. The minor
chords of tho pipes and iddles are no match
for the resistless w~ailines now. Sobs,
means, Rroans, and pitiful ordinations of
endearment, swell into such a touching and
grewsome miserere as your ears never be-
fore heard.
In q flash you are in the light again; and
here. half way up the noble heights Of the
beautiful city of Cork, in a pandemonium
and hubbub Internal, and half q thousand
tortured souls are shunted out of their vile
pens. and whirled way to Queenstown,
amid meroiless robbers and murderous
runners" to await packing and proddinR
into the great steamers holds, and embark
ing brutalities which are a cruel blight upon
the civilization of our time.
EDGAR l.. WAKEMAN.