Ireland -- Emigration and Immigration -- Fiction; Ireland -- Social life and customs -- Fiction
After passing through the lock one of the men came down to see him, and
he was taken on deck, and in the calm of the evening Ulick came to look
upon the bargemen as his good angels. They gave him some of their
supper, and when they arrived at the next lock they made their beds on
the deck, the night being so warm. It seemed to Ulick that he had never
seen the night before, and he watched the sunset fading streak by
streak, and imagined he was the captain of a ship sailing in the
Shannon. The stars were so bright that he could not sleep, and it
amused him to make up a long story about the bargemen snoring by his
side. The story ended with the sunset, and then the night was blue all
over, and raising himself out of his blanket, he watched the moonlight
rippling down the canal. Then the night grew grey. He began to feel
very cold, and wrapped himself in his blanket tightly, and the world
got so white that Ulick grew afraid, and he was not certain whether it
would not be better to escape from the boat and run away while
everybody slept.
He lay awake maturing his little plan, seeing the greyness pass away
and the sky fill up with pink and fleecy clouds.
One of the men roused, and, without saying a word, went to fetch a
horse from the stables, and another went to boil the kettle in the
cabin, and Ulick asked if he might help him; and while he blew the fire
he heard the water running into the lock, and thought what a fool they
were making of the lock-keeper, and when the boat was well on its way
towards the next lock the steersman called him to come up, and they
breakfasted together. Ulick would have wished this life to go on for
ever, but the following day the steersman said:--
"There is only one lock more between this and our last stopping-place.
Keep a look-out for your mother's cottage."
He promised he would, and he beguiled them all the evening with
pretended discoveries. That cabin was his mother's cabin. No, it was
further on, he remembered those willow-trees. Ulick's object was to get
as far away from his home as possible; to get as near the Shannon as he
could.
"There's not a mile between us and the Shannon now," said the
steersman. "I believe you've been telling us a lot of lies, my young
man."
Ulick said his mother lived just outside the town, they would see the
house when they passed through the last lock, and he planned to escape
that night, and about an hour before the dawn he got up, and, glancing
at the sleeping men, he stepped ashore and ran until he felt very
tired. And when he could go no further he lay down in the hay in an
outhouse.
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