The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1898-11-01

Track him by each low devicel
All men know a rebels head
Now wifi fetch the highest price"
But In spite of these rigors the United
Men grew strong and resolute. The old
flint guns and rusty pixies were carefully
concealed in the thatch of the cottages;
the peasants and farmers saved every
penny to buy ammunition. and the boys
met nightly to be drilled in the moonlight.
In the meadow by the Bush river, not far
from the old homestead, Francis McKin-
ley drilled men as true and as brave as
the followers of Winkelraid or Kosci-
usko. The Irish songs of the period carry
the history of these troublous times:
"Oh, then tell me, Shane and Farrell
Where the gathering is to be!
At the old spot by the river
Right well known TO you and me
One word more for signal token
Whistle up your marching tune,
With your pixies upon your shoulders
Al the rising of the moon
Down by yonder shining river
A dark mass Of men were seen,
High above their shining weapons
Hung the orange and the green.
And they fought for poor old Ireland.
And full bitter was their fate
Full glorious joy and sorrow
Fills the name Of '9Sr'
That was the marching song, which
they sung to the tune of Ireland's ma
tional anthem.
When time for the rising came the arms
and ammunition were carefully distribut-
ed and proud was the possessor of a flint
gun, pike or sword. But want of arms
could not deter any from joining in the
fray, and all alike marched forth boldly
10 oppose 10 the flashing steel and well
disciplined ranks of the English army
their fintlocks, scythes and pitchforlss.
Arms or no arms, only let us face the
enemy" was the Irish cry.
For long time Francis Mckinley had
been under suspicion for the
prominent part he took in the
accomplishing and storing arms and am
muniton. A hundIed years ago one sum
mer's evening he sat by the glowing en-
bers of a turf fire, surrounded by his fam
lily. The last rays of the setting sun
streamed through the low window and
lit up his fine face How mis- eyes sparld-
ed as he spoke of the rising, and how his
face lighted up with satisfaction as he
looked toward a door to the right of the
fireplace, where he knew there was a
goodly supply of arms. The sun rose
bright next morning over hill and moor
land. The lark hoated aloft, warbling its
sweet song, and the true hearts at Coma
sound Of horses hoofs was heard, and the
redcoats could be seen rapidly approach
ing the house. Mrs. Mckinley was the
first to see them, and the anguish of her
heart was depleted in her pallid face.
Capt. Hanna, grandfather TO Mark Han
ma, who was lighting for the English
rode up to the old homestead with his
men. Francis Mckinley was surprised
and taken prisoner. Little time was giver
him for leave-taking, and he was hurried
at the point of the bayonet to Coleraine
There, in the old market place, be was
tried by drumhead court martial ant
condemned TO die. Witness for the defens,
there was none. He was rebel, that was
enough.
They tied handkerchief before his eye.
as he stood facing the fire squad. Snatch
ing the bandage from his forehead he de
fed his executioners, himself giving tn,
order to fire. The fatal volley rang out
and Francis McKinleys struggles for fire,
ireland was ended. Now, after 100 years
the name that is accounted by IRELAND
that of a martyr can scarce be traced
on the rude moss-grown gravestone, bu
the story has lived and has been handel
down from father to son.
A few weeks before leaving ireland To-
America ! resolved 60 visit the historic
ground of Conagher and Derrykeighan
Starting from Belfast by the Belfast anS
an hour and a half brought us to Bally
money. There we changed cars and pro
ceeded on the Ballycastle Railway to Der
vock, the first station after leaving Bal
lymoney. Here we had the good FORUM
to meet Miss Douglas, distinguish,
member of county family who reslde
at Dervock. Being much Interested in tn
Mckinley family, she volunteered to &c
company us. About half an hours driv,
along a good country road brought us il
sight of the homestead about two field
from the road The approach is from In.
back along lane bordered with stragglin,
alder trees.
on arriving IN front Of the house III,
present owner, Mr. Carson, came out am
received us cordially as il we had beer
song expected guests for such is III,
klnd-hearted generosity of the Irish neo
pie that TO be stranger is 10 be sure =
welcome.
II strange or poor, for you hen nav
AND guide to where you safe can ~.
you're his guest while e'er Won sfav
lis cottage holds a jubilee"
no other country in the world win an,
y the peasant saluting with ''The 70,