For five years I had defied England’s garrison in Ireland. Everything I had suffered willingly for my country and my countrymen. And now in my native county I was a prisoner in the hands of my own countrymen. I was first taken to Galbally where I met my old friend of Knocklong, Ned O’Brien, his brother John Joe, and James Scanlan. I think they felt the situation as keenly as I did, but they tried to cheer me up. From Galbally I was taken under escort to my native town, Tipperary, where I was put through some form of trial. Next day I was taken from the Free State Headquarters, the Abbey School, and marched to the railway station. The humiliation and agony I endured during that short march I shall never forget. May the reader never know what it is to be marched a prisoner through his native town for doing what he believed to be his duty and serving his country. I was taken by rail to Limerick where I was detained for two months. I have already related how I met, as one of the military officers in charge of me, Lord French’s driver whom we had wounded at Ashtown. From Limerick I was taken to Mountjoy, and because of my treatment there I went on hunger-strike. After twelve days of hunger-strike and six of thirst strike, I was released. During my imprisonment the people of Tipperary had elected me as their senior Republican Deputy. Printed at The Talbot Press DUBLIN