The Irish rebellion of 1916 : $b or, the unbroken traditionO'Brien, Nora Connolly
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The Irish rebellion of 1916 : $b or, the unbroken tradition
O'Brien, Nora Connolly
Ireland -- History -- Easter Rising, 1916
"When we came near Howth," said another boy as he took up the story,
"two chaps came running towards us and told us to come on at the
double. The Volunteers were rather tired but when they heard the
word 'rifles' they simply raced. When we arrived at the harbor we
saw the rifles being unloaded from a yacht. You ought to have heard
the cheers when we saw them! Then it was that the clubs were
distributed. They were given to a picked body of men and they were
formed across the entrance to the pier. They were to use the clubs
{12} if the police attempted to interfere with them. The rifles were
handed out to the men, but there were more rifles than men so some
had to be sent into the city in automobiles. Most of the ammunition
was sent into the city in automobiles but quite a lot was put into
the trek cart. But none was served out to the men."
"That was a nice thing to do," said the first boy, "to give rifles
and no ammunition. And when we were attacked we couldn't shoot back.
We had a fight with the soldiers and the police near the city. And
when the soldiers and the police attacked us and might have taken the
trek cart from us, we had only the butts of our rifles to defend it
with. But we beat them off. Later on, though, they took their
revenge when they shot down defenseless women and children. They
just knelt down in the middle of Bachelor's Walk and fired into the
crowd. I don't know how many were killed--some say five, some say
more."
"But you brought the rifles safe," said Madame.
"The whole city is excited. The people are walking up and down the
streets, they don't seem to think that they have any homes to go to."
[Illustration: COUNTESS MARKIEVIETZ]
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When we heard that we wanted to dress and go down to Dublin. We
wanted a share of the excitement, if we had not had any share in the
fight. But Madame vetoed that suggestion almost as soon as it was
mooted. We had to go to bed. But we had so much to talk about that
we scarcely noticed the sogging wet tent when we were inside.
The next morning was gloriously fine. We breakfasted and were making
plans to go into the city to hear some more about yesterday's
exploit. Madame had already cycled in, and we were left to our own
devices. We had not quite finished our work around the camp when we
saw a taxi-cab stopping near the gate that was used as an entrance to
the field. As we ran towards it we wondered what had brought it
there. Before we reached it, however, one of the Fianna captains had
jumped out of the taxi and was coming towards us.
"I have about twenty rifles in the car, and I want to get them to
Madame's cottage," he said. "Will you help?"
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