The Croppy: A Tale of the Irish Rebellion of L798

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Duffy, 1865 - 435 pages

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Page 157 - ... or give evidence against, any member or members of this or similar societies for any act or expression of theirs, done or made collectively or individually in or out of this society, in pursuance of the spirit of this obligation.
Page 287 - Liberty." Accordingly sheep, cows, oxen, and Orangemen, or supposed Orangemen, had, previous to Sir William Judkin's approach to the hill, been abundantly provided for the satiety of the only two cravings felt by their ferocious captors. Such of the former as could not immediately be devoured were suffered to ramble among the rocks and patches of parched grass on the side of the eminence until hunger again called for a meal ; such of the latter as, from whim or fatigue, were not summarily despatched,...
Page 287 - ... their revenge to a maddening thirst for blood, would never have brutalized themselves and shamed the nature they bore by participation in such deeds as were done upon the breezy summit of that fatal hill. But these were outnumbered by their brethren of a different character ; men, demons rather, to be found in all communities, whose natural disposition was murderous, and who, but for the coward fear of retributive justice, would spill blood upon the very hearthstone of household peace. Alas for...
Page 208 - ... redly in the glow, as, at a command from their captain, they sent up the hill-side three shouts over the demolition of the Croppy's dwelling. But still, though his breast heaved, and though wreaths...
Page 289 - For, just below the base of the tower the rocks and the burned grass were reddened, and lifeless bodies, frightfully gashed, lay here and there, some fully to be seen, others partly concealed by the stunted furze and shrubs. Sir William still toiled upward. In different places along the hill-side, and even at some distance beyond its foot, were groups of men, women, and children, — some reposing after fatigue, others seated round blazing fires of wood and furze. The slaughtered carcasses of sheep...
Page 290 - ... with a grave face, the examiner went round to decide on the comparative width of each yawning cavern. There were carousing groups too, sending illicit whisky or other more legal liquor from hand to hand ; and the beverage did not fail of .its enlivening effect. And leaders appeared, with green ribbons or perhaps a military sash around their persons, or epaulettes on their shoulders, torn from officers they had slain. These were busy inspecting different bands of insurgents as they practised their...
Page 295 - I'll soon force out of him, for you, where the wife is." " No, Delouchery, he will tell nothing here." "An' where will you bring him to make him tell?" " Only to yonder field at the bottom of the hill." The smith paused, and seemed resolving the proposition in all its points. He cast his eyes around. " Molloney, come here — Farrell, come here,
Page 303 - But we paint from the people of a land, amongst whom, for the last six hundred years, national provocations have never ceased to keep alive the strongest, and often the worst passions of our nature ; whose pauses, — during that long lapse of a country's existence, — from actual conflict in the field, have been but so many changes into mental strife ; and who, to this day, are held prepared, should the war-cry be given, to rush at each other's...
Page 291 - No, not an Orangeman." " Now, hould silence, you dog ! every mother's son o' ye is Orange to the backbone. Is there any one here to say a word for this Orangeman? " There was an instant's silence, during which the pale terror-stricken man gazed beseechingly upon every dark and ominous face around him. But the cry " Pay him his reckonin' " soon sealed the victim's doom.
Page 293 - The tone of bitter, savage mockery in which he spoke grated at Talbot's ear, as first grinning into his prisoner's face, he glanced in fierce triumph over the crowd. " A good pitch to him, Capt'n Delouchery," cried one of the executioners ; " don't keep us waitin'; we're dhry and hungry for him.

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