The Washington times., 1921-02-14

sent from the city ana no action
was taken toward ending the
strike.
women take their little children.
wrapped in what blankets they can
get. and go out to sleep In the
holes and caves on the hillsides OF
In the open felds, becase they dare
not stay in their homes at night.
SO constantly are these night
raids taking place. and SO Injured are
the people TO the cruelty OF them.
that the news of them travels only
a little way. and many of the stories
OF terror are never heard.
One case / recall is that of .
mother at Bantry who had two sons,
one a crippled hunchback In his
teens, and the other WAS ION the
run" because he was patriot to his
own land. Being ION the run" meant
that he could not sleep at home, or.
in fact. any place on successive
nights.
HELPLESS BOY SHOT.
The soldiers visited her house look
ing for the soldier son, and when she
opened the door to their knock. they
dashed the candle from her hand and
rushed upstairs. She followed them
Just in time to see her hunchback and
crippled boy on his knees, praying be-
fore the raiders. They shot him be-
tween his uplifted hands.
The instance of Denis Morgan.
chairman of the urban council OF
Thurles, whose arrest and attendant
raid gave his little boy such a shock
that he died a few weeks later, while
his father was in prison for no crime,
Is well known. There are proven in
stances of wives so terrified by these
raids that their children were born
dead.
There is the case of James Nc
a boy. In Thurles. who. when
the raiders came for his elder brother.
the door and was shot dead
without a word by the men, who also
fred on his sister as she ran for the
priest for the lad.
TELLS OF ATROCITIES.
Then there 10 the boy Michael
who was called to the door
in the late night or early morning
and shot through the head as his
mother looked on. Tho men were
hunting for his older brother, but
that didn't make any difference.
If / were to look further through
the letters I have l could relate many
more such incidents, but they are all
Of a kind-of homes raided, boys shot
to death and older men taken, Of
delicate wives driven out or terrified,
and young girls forced into the street
with no time to dress, subjected to
the gibes and insults and beatings of
these soldiers. and. finally, of homes
blown up and burned in the presence
Of the terrified families and their
quote from a letter from a woman
friend in Cork of the terror Of The
burning OF that city. which terror is
repeated In a way in many parts OF
ireland almost every night as the SOL
diers Of England lay the torch to the
homes and villages. Even as l write,
| have before me q news cable Of the
burning on Tuesday last of farm
houses and crops in many parts Of
Limerick and Tipperary,
while the people were herded to-
gether and compelled to watch the
destruction of their all.
about midnight we were going to
bed" says this letter. when Maggie
called out that the city was burning.
We went upstairs, and such q sight!
The whole center of the city was
ablaze. Fires had been sent roaring
with incendiary bombs and petrol in
different centers, and the flames were
tapping their way to meet one
another.
"A sea of flames was roaring to
the skies and eating away the city.
1t is today exactly like Dublin in
Eastor week, after the English had
bombarded it from their warships.
CLOCK KEEPS STRIKING.
"They set the city going well and
then they went to the city hall.
They must have put a bomb in
every room. because as the fire
spread there were loud explosions.
The clock was the last to go. The
clock continued to strike every hour,
and at last there was nothing but the
clock rising out of a sea of fire, still
gallantly striking. 1t struck steadily
until g o'clock, and after Shandon
rang out the quarter past, 1t fell.
ITO describe things as they are Is
absolutely out OF the question, be-
cause one cannot put incarnate evil
on paper. All the people of Cork
by their windows as we did
They saw England's uniformed men
at their orgies, reeling around in the
streets, sodden with drink, firing in
all directions and dancing in a de-
moniac way.
you have read tales of the canni-
bal islands, where, after feasting on
their enemies, the naked savages
danced around their warfires. If there