guarded by soldiers, were in one day marched into Ballitore. Colonel Reamy urged his yeomen to take with a sparing hand, but he spoke to deaf ears. … One exception T must record. One of these men, quartered on us, refused to partake of the plunder on which so many of his comrades riotously feasted, yet he fell by the insurgents when the burst came.
"The village, once so peaceful, exhibited a scene of tumult and dismay, and the air rang with the shrieks of the sufferers and the lamentations of those who beheld them suffer. … I saw from an upper window a crowd coming towards our kitchen door, I went down and found many armed men, who desired to have refreshment, principally drink. I brought them milk and was cutting a loaf, when a little elderly man, called 'The Canny,' took it kindly out of my hand and divided it himself, saying 'Be dacent, boys; be dacent!' Encouraged by having found a friend, I ventured to tell them that so many armed men in the room frightened me. 'We'll be out in a shot!' they replied, and in a minute the kitchen was empty. One day as I was going to my brother's, a sentinel called to a man who was with me not to advance on pain of being shot. The sentinel was my former friend, 'The Canny.' I approached, and asked him if he would shoot me if I proceeded? 'Shoot you!'
