Gun running for Casement in the Easter rebellion, 1916Spindler, Karl
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Gun running for Casement in the Easter rebellion, 1916
Spindler, Karl
Casement, Roger, 1864-1916; Ireland -- History -- Easter Rising, 1916
On the strength of this, we decided to continue our search as long as
this was possible without being seen; for we were now coming into
inhabited areas. We would rest at some particularly favourable spot, and
then continue our march during the night. It would be safer to avoid the
high roads as much as possible and keep on one side of them. This was
not so easy as it sounds, for in this district there was hardly a single
field, no matter how small it was, that was not surrounded by a high
fence or hedge. In the majority of cases this was supplemented with a
strand or two of barbed wire. Many times during the next few days we had
to retrace our steps because we had struck one of the numerous unbridged
canals which intersect this district. This water also was undrinkable. I
longed to enter one of the farm-houses and ask for a drink of water, but
it might have caused suspicion. But we were at last so tortured by
thirst that we threw ourselves full length on the grass and greedily
drank the dirty water from a pool which, as all the signs too plainly
showed, served as a watering-place for cattle. In order to fortify
ourselves further we attacked our only tin of sausage ('bribery price,
30s.'), which was beginning to get bad in the excessive heat. We had
long given up all hope of finding fruit or vegetables in the fields. In
this horrible country there appeared to be nothing but grass, filthy
canals hedges, and barbed wire, which was gradually tearing our clothes
to pieces. Luckily we had sewing materials with us, which had already
helped to repair the damage caused by the wire entanglement round the
tennis-court.
Three whole days we wandered round this district, now to the right, now
to the left of the railway-line, hunting for the flying-ground. The
nearest other aerodrome, of which we had exact details, lay too far away
to be reached on foot without provisions for the journey. We had decided
to travel by train only in the last extremity, for it meant jumping on a
passing goods train and travelling as stowaways. If our escape had been
discovered--and we were bound to assume that it had--the first
precaution taken would be to have the railway stations watched. During
the daytime, if we were not tramping, we hid in small thickets or in
little hay-cocks which we made from scraps of hay left behind in the
fields. In these hay-cocks we slept also. We employed our nights in
scouring the country. But for all our search we found nothing--the
little flying-ground remained a mystery.
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