Kerry is divided into six Poor Law Unions, three of them--Kenmare, Cahirciveen and Dingle--are very poor districts; but there was practically not an outrage in them. Killarney, Tralee and Listowel are rich by comparison, Tralee being the richest of the three, and Castleisland the wealthiest portion of the district. There were nearly as many outrages there as in the whole of the rest of the country, which shows that poverty was not the cause. I was in and out of Castleisland, but though I had a sheaf of threatening letters, I never met with any insults or received a threat to my face. Only once did I overhear any hostile mutterings. This was when I was driving out of Tralee, and my coachman stopped to give a message in the dusk at a house on the outskirts of the town. Suddenly two or three men came up, and one said:-- 'Now's the time to settle old Hussey.' Old Hussey--to use their accurate nomenclature--popped his head out of the window, and also his right hand which held a most serviceable revolver and invited them to come on. They did not. In fact they scattered with a rapidity which proved they had not imbibed enough whisky to affect their legs or give them courage. This will show that my business--to collect what was due to the landlords I represented--was not always agreeable work or always easy. But my duty was to get in rents, and so I got them, whenever I could. The tenants did not all pay direct, for many were far too frightened. Quite a number, even of the Roman Catholics, used to send the money through the Protestant clergy. How they settled this in the confessional I do not know, possibly it was a trifle they did not consider worth troubling the priest with. Three tenants on Lord Kenmare's estate came into my office on one occasion, and said they would like to pay their rent, but were afraid of the Land League. I treated their fears as arrant nonsense, but told them to come and argue it out with me in my own room. So soon as they could not be seen by any one they paid up. Within a few days an armed party went to their houses and shot the three in their legs. One man's life was despaired of for some time, but finally they all recovered. This outrage was a rather late one, because the Land League latterly decided to shoot objectionable characters only in the legs, because though a fuss was made at the time, if a man was killed it was soon forgotten afterwards, whereas a lame man was a lifelong testimony to their power. There is a man hobbling about Castleisland to this day, who was peppered in this comparatively humanitarian way. I am quite sure he would say such a comparison had proved odious. Judge Barry very truly said that a thatched cabin on a mountain-side was not much of a place of defence, and if the tenant was supposed to have paid his rent, he would be told to run out with probably three men standing at the door to shoot him. That was terrorism as inculcated by the so-called friends of Ireland.