Illustrations of political economy, Volume 3 (of 9)Martineau, Harriet
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Illustrations of political economy, Volume 3 (of 9)
Martineau, Harriet
Didactic fiction, English; Political fiction, English; Social problems -- Fiction
It was not possible that the acts of outrage, of which the whiteboys
from Tracey’s estate and others were guilty, should remain long
unnoticed by the officers of the law. The foreigners, who had been
deprived of their wrecked vessel, had been, the next morning, tied two
and two, and conducted into the neighbourhood of a road, by which they
might reach a town, and relate their hardships. Three of their number
were missing, and they did not fail to attribute their disappearance to
those who had done all the other mischief. As they went along the road,
and through small villages, they met with little sympathy in any of
their complaints against whiteboys; but the townspeople were of a
different temper, and Ballina and Killala soon rang with the tidings of
the horrible outrage which had been committed on the coast. The alarm
spread through the whole district. There was, daily, news of intended
attacks, which never took place; exaggerated reports of the numbers of
the disaffected, and of their deeds, got abroad; and many a dweller in a
lone house, many an oppressor with an unquiet conscience,—all who had
wealth in their houses, and all who suspected that they had enemies
abroad,—trembled, as often as the long winter nights settled down,
whether in starless gloom, or upon tracts of moon-lit snow. The rovers
did not fail to make use of the panic, while it lasted, to punish their
enemies, and beat up for recruits among their friends. Opposition gave
way before them in every direction; and many and various were the tokens
of welcome they met wherever the population had tasted of oppression, or
were struggling with hardship. The immediate occasion of the first check
they encountered was an insult offered to an obnoxious landed
proprietor,—an insult which roused him from fireside declamation to
military action. His finest trees, some of which had ornamented the lawn
of his mansion for an untold length of time, had been cut down in one
night. He had looked westward the preceding evening, and seen the red
sun tinge the tufts of snow that rested on their branchy heads; he
looked again in the morning, and they lay like so many monuments of the
grandeur that had been. He galloped off after breakfast in search of
brother magistrates, soldiers, informers, guides, and all that was
necessary for dislodging the enemy from their entrenchments. He would
not wait till his usual body-guard had assembled, but ventured out with
only a groom behind him. He had long suspected that some of his enemies
were no further entrenched than in their own discretion, and that they
were living and moving on all sides of him. He was now sure of it, from
the ambiguous greeting which met him on all sides. He never remembered
so many inquiries as to how all went on at the Hall, and such tender
concern about his honour’s rest o’nights, and so many remarks upon the
marvellous darkness of the preceding night. He perceived signals pass
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