Year: 1867

The Cork Examiner weaves a pretty lit
tie romance out of an incident iii cOnnec-
ton with the leading of the Fenian despe-
radoes near Dungarvan. Among those
who landed, after struggling through the
surf, was " man Of middle age, Of par
ticularly military aspect and uneXception-
able manners" and who il was evident,
possessed at once resolution presence of
mind, and sensibility" His first act, how
ever, unfortunately for his fame. was to
= skedaddle toward Yougal, in the hope
that his career as a revolutionist ght not
be cut short by those peculiarly unimagina-
tive and Jealous protectors OF the peace.
the constabulary police. But IN this hope
he was doomed to disappointment, As he
soon found they were on his track. Still.
for time he set them at defiance. Hav-
ing frame hardened TO iron bv three years
campaign, and having learned pedestrianism
under a hard -Sherman-he was
not so easily captured, and soon outstrip-
ped his pursuerS.


Thinking they had abandoned the chase,
he entered cottage III the fields, and, sink
ing exhausted on a seat, begged some food,
at the same time throwing a sovereign to
the old woman, who was the sole inhabi
tant of the hut \ basin of sour milk and
Il little bread were soon at his service; but
scarcely had he tasted mouthful when.
looking from the doorway. he perceived the
police advancing slowly but surely. The
fugitive in this dilemma appealed TO his
aged hostess. who, quickened by an addl-
tianal hriha provided her qnest with some
clothes of her son, a laborer. These were
donned with little attention to nicety of ar
rangement, few stically-applied streaks
of SCOT from the chimney begat a new COM
plexion. and stufiing his own apparel into
an empty pot, which he hung over the ash
es, the stranger clad in his wretched attire.
seated himself at his unfinished meal. and
waited calmly the coming of his pursuers,
who soon entered, painting and eager.


The limits of the hovel were soon ex-
plored, but no prey was hidden. The pot
alone was not Investigated. It was too
small for even dwarf The sturdy-look-
ing fellow, black-faced and dirty, who sat
and devoured in the shadow of the ill-light-
ed space, was subjected TO strict examina-
ton both of eye and tongue; but neither
in his homely brogue nor his dress was there
anything to excite suspicion of his state
lUSUL Iildt tic WIS tuc HclT vi int itldElSlOU
returned from his work to his dinner.
In short, so well did he act his part that
the police left the cottage completely baffied,
and believing from his reply to the ques-
tions put by one of them, that the man they


were in quest of had passed on, their exit
/ left him somewhat more at ease, which ne
improved by inquiring of his ancient en-


tertainer concerning family who some


wears before had lived some miles off.
1 They were all dead or gone long ago. Bad
+ times had come to them, their farm had


been taken aud given to others; the faith
er had perished in a distant work-house,
and the children had been scattered. Their
memories had vanished The hunted man
laid his head on his hands and burst into


tears. He had hoped TO have met even


one at least of his relatives beside the old


hearth. and he found not one. He had not


heard from his family since the outbreak of
the great civil war, and did not expect to
light on a desolate home. Well. mother.


said he. since there are no friends to meet
me, must trust to my enemies" So say


ing, he threw off his disguise, resumed his


own apparel, and quitting the cottage, re-
turned again to Dungarven. In the town
he was met by constable. to whom he
yielded himself.