Kilgorman: A Story of Ireland in 1798Reed, Talbot Baines
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Kilgorman: A Story of Ireland in 1798
Reed, Talbot Baines
France -- History -- Revolution, 1789-1799 -- Juvenile fiction; Ireland -- Juvenile fiction
There was something fascinating in his open frank countenance and the
half reckless, joyous air with which he carried himself. The assembly,
which, till he arrived, had been sombre and mysterious, lit up under his
presence into enthusiasm and eagerness.
He had news to give and receive; and as I sat and listened I came to
learn more of the state of Ireland in half-an-hour than a week in Dublin
would have taught me.
The fuel was ready for the torch. The United Irishmen were organised
and drilled in every county. The English garrison was becoming day by
day more slack and contemptible. What traitors there were were known
and marked. The dawn was in the sky. A little more patience, a little
more sacrifice, a little more self-restraint, and the hour of Ireland's
liberty would soon strike.
But it was not in generalities like these that the speaker moved my
admiration most. It was when the meeting came to consider the state of
the rebel organisation in various parts that the soldier and general
shone out in him, and convinced me that if any man could carry the
movement through he would. The present meeting, as I understood,
consisted of delegates from the north, where people were beginning to
grow impatient for the signal to rise; and where, as some one boasted,
one hundred thousand men were ready even now to move on Dublin and drive
the English garrison into the sea.
"What of the Donegal men?" inquired Lord Edward, looking at a paper
before him. "I see there is a question of treachery there."
"By your lordship's leave," said my companion, starting up, "I denounce
Maurice Gorman of Knockowen as a traitor to the cause. He has been in
Dublin within the last week in conference at the Castle."
Lord Edward's brow clouded.
"Was it not through him the Donegal men got their arms?"
"It was; and it's through him many of them have lost them, for he's as
busy now disarming as he was a few years back arming."
"What is the reason of the change?"
"Money, my lord. He's grown a rich man; he must keep in with the
government, or his estates will be taken."
Lord Edward shrugged his shoulders.
"We have not much to fear from a poltroon like him; but let the
Provincial Directory of Ulster deal with the matter. Meanwhile we want
to know that Donegal is as ready as other parts. We have some good men
there surely. Order a return of all secretaries and officers in a
month," said he to the clerk.
Then other matters were talked of, including the prospect of a French
landing; and presently the meeting broke up. At the end of it Lord
Edward walked straight up to me.
"Yours is a new face here," said he.
"It is, my lord," said I. "I am a Donegal man who has been abroad for
four years; yet we have had dealings together before now."
"Were you at Hamburg or Basle?" said he.
"Neither; but I had the honour of carrying a letter from your lordship
to a French deputy in '93, as well as another, franked by your lordship,
for a certain Mr Lestrange in Paris."
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