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
A few months passed, during which, of course, I was not idle. I had, on
my arrival, found some comrades of the same mind as myself, and we at
once got to work. But it was soon evident that there were even less
chances of escape from Kegworth than from Donington, especially after
the escape of the twenty-three officers. In the meantime I bombarded the
commandant with written complaints which I wished to be forwarded to the
War Office and Admiralty in London. The consequence was that, in
November, I was summoned to appear before the Prize Court about the
middle of the month. Now, I thought, was the opportunity for putting
into practice the plan of escape which I had prepared. I had waited a
long time for an opportunity of this sort, and had made the most
detailed preparations. So had the English, as I discovered when we were
ready to start. Instead of the one officer who previously accompanied
me, I now had an escort of three officers and four men with fixed
bayonets! This had not entered into my calculations. But better was to
come. Instead of being taken to the Prize Court, where I had been cited
as a witness, I was taken to the military detention barracks at Cromwell
Gardens, where, for nearly two weeks, I was left to my reflections. No
notice whatever was taken of my questions and complaints. I could only
conclude that I was going to be charged again in connection with the
_Aud_ expedition.
The diminutive, dirty, icy-cold cell at Cromwell Gardens, and the
outrageous treatment which I experienced at the hands of the officers
there, who were not ashamed to insult me in the most vulgar manner, to
knock me about and threaten me (weakened as I was by bad food), made
these days almost worse than the first days of my imprisonment at
Queenstown and Chatham. The cell was on the fourth floor of the
building. I could see from my window the neighbouring houses and
churches, and thus learned that I was in the South Kensington district,
which had recently been attacked, time after time, by our bombing
machines. Had I been lodged here by way of reprisal or as a protection
against further attacks? After some days I was taken in a motor-lorry to
the Prize Court. There I saw my first and second mates again, but had
time to exchange only a few words with them.
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