"Well, well, I"ll not trouble her," said he, quickly, "Sergeant, step back for a moment."
With this he entered the room, followed by the woman whose uncertain step and quiet gesture seemed to suggest caution.
"She "s asleep, sir," said she, approaching the bed. "It "s many a day since she had as fine a sleep as that. "T is good luck you brought us this morning, Mister Barton."
"Draw aside the curtain a little," said Barton, in a low voice, as if fearing to awake the sleeper.
""Tis rousing her up, you"ll be, Mister Barton, she feels the light at wanst."
"She breathes very long for so old a woman," said he somewhat louder, "and has a good broad shoulder, too. T "d like, if it was only for curiosity, just to see her face a little closer. I thought so! Come, captain; it "s no use--"
A scream from the woman drowned the remainder of the speech, while at the same instant one of the young men shut-to the outside door, and barred it. The sergeant was immediately pinioned with his hands behind his back, and Malone drew his horse-pistol from his bosom, and holding up his hand, called out,--
"Not a word,--not a word! If ye spake, it will be the last time ever you "ll do so!" said he to the sergeant
At the same moment, the noise of a scuffle was heard in the inner room, and the door burst suddenly open, and Barton issued forth, dragging in his strong hands the figure of a young, slightly-formed man. His coat was off, but its trousers were braided with gold, in military fashion; and his black mustache denoted the officer. The struggle of the youth to get free was utterly fruitless; Barton"s grasp was on his collar, and he held him as though he were a child.
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Malone stooped down towards the fire, and, opening the pan of his pistol, examined the priming; then, slapping it down again, he stood erect, "Barton," said he, in a tone of firm determination I heard him use for the first time,--"Barton, it "s bad to provoke a man with the halter round his neck. I know what "s before me well enough now. But see, let him escape; give him two hours to get away, and here I "ll surrender myself your prisoner, and follow you where you like."
"Break in the door, there, blast ye!" was the reply to this offer, as Barton shouted to the soldiers at the top of his voice. Two of the young men darted forward as he spoke, and threw themselves against it. "Fire through it!" cried Barton, stamping with pa.s.sion.
"You will have it, will you, then?" said Malone, as he ground his teeth in anger; then raising his pistol, he sprang forward, and holding it within a yard of Barton"s face, shouted out, "There!"
The powder flashed in the lock, and quick as its own report. Barton hurled the Frenchman round to protect him from the ball, but only in time to receive the shot in his right arm as he held it uplifted. The arm fell powerless to his side; while Malone, springing on him like a tiger, grasped him in his powerful grip, and they both rolled upon the ground in terrible conflict. The Frenchman stood for an instant like one transfixed; then, bursting from the spot, dashed through the kitchen to the small room I had slept in. One of the young men followed him. The crash of gla.s.s and the sounds of breaking woodwork were heard among the other noises; and at the same moment the door gave way in front, and the soldiers with fixed bayonets entered at a charge.
"Fire on them I fire on them!" shouted Barton, as he lay struggling on the ground; and a random volley rang through the cabin, filling it with smoke.
A yell of anguish burst forth at the moment; and one of the women lay stretched upon the hearth, her bosom bathed in blood. The scene was now a terrible one; for although overpowered by numbers, the young men rushed on the soldiers, and regardless of wounds, endeavored to wrest their arms from them. The bayonets glanced through the blue smoke, and shouts of rage and defiance rose up amid frightful screams of suffering and woe. A bayonet stab in the side, received I know not how, sent me half fainting into the little room through which the Frenchman had escaped. The open window being before me, I did n.o.b deliberate a second, but mounting the table, crept through it, and fell heavily on the turf outside. In a moment after I rallied, and staggering onwards, reached a potato field, where, overcome by pain and weakness, I sank into one of the furrows, scarcely conscious of what had occurred.
Weak and exhausted as I was, I could still hear the sounds of the conflict that raged within the cabin. Gradually, however, they grew fainter and fainter, and at last subsided altogether. Yet I feared to stir; and although night was now falling, and the silence continued unbroken, I lay still, hoping to hear some well-known voice, or even the footstep of some one belonging to the house. But all was calm, and nothing stirred; the very air, too, was hushed,--not a leaf moved in the thin, frosty atmosphere. The dread of finding the soldiers in possession of the cabin made me fearful of quitting my hiding place, and I did not move. Some hours had pa.s.sed over ere I gained courage enough to raise my head and look about me.
My first glance was directed towards the distant highroad, where I expected to have seen some of the party who attacked the cabin, but far as my eye could reach, no living thing was to be seen; my next was towards the cabin, which, to my horror and amazement, I soon perceived was enveloped in a thick, dark smoke, that rolled lazily from the windows and doorway, and even issued from the thatched roof. As I looked, I could hear the crackling of timber and the sound of wood burning. These continued to increase; and then a red, forked flame shot through one of the cas.e.m.e.nts, and turning upwards, caught the thatch, where, pa.s.sing rapidly across the entire roof, it burst into a broad sheet of fire, which died out again as rapidly, and left the gloomy smoke triumphant.
Meanwhile a roaring sound, like that of a furnace, was heard from within; and at last, with an explosion like a mortar, the roof burst open, and the bright blaze sprang forth. The rafters were soon enveloped in fire, and the heated straw rose into the air, and floated in thin streaks of flame through the black sky. The door cases and the window frames were all burning, and marked their outlines against the dark walls: and as the thatch was consumed, the red rafters were seen like the ribs of a skeleton; but they fell in one by one, sending up in their descent millions of red sparks into the dark air. The black wall of the cabin had given way to the heat, and through its wide fissure I could see the interior, now one ma.s.s of undistinguishable ruin: nothing remained, save the charred and blackened walls.
I sat gazing at this sad sight like one entranced. Sometimes it seemed to me as a terrible dream; and then the truth would break upon me with fearful force, and my heart felt as though it would burst far beyond my bosom. The last flickering flame died away, the hissing sounds of the fire were stilled, and the dark walls stood out against the bleak background in all their horrible deformity, as I rose and entered the cabin. I stood within the little room where I had slept the night before, and looked out into the kitchen, around whose happy hearth the merry voices were so lately heard. I brought them up before me, in imagination, as they sat there. One by one I marked their places in my mind, and thought of the kindness of their welcome to me, and the words of comfort and encouragement they spoke" The hearth was now cold and black; the pale stars looked down between the walls, and a chill moonlight flickered through the gloomy ruin. My heart had no room for sorrow; but another feeling found a place within it: a savage thirst for vengeance,--vengeance upon those who had desecrated a peaceful home, and brought blood and death among its inmates! Here was the very realization before my eyes of what M"Keown had been telling me; here the horrible picture he had drawn of tyranny and outrage. In the humble cottagers I saw but simpleminded peasants, who had opened their doors to some poor unfriended outcast,--one who, like myself, had neither house nor home.
I saw them offering their hospitality to him who sought it, freely and openly; and at last adventuring all they possessed in the world, rather than betray him,--and their reward was this! Oh, how my heart revolted at such oppression! how my spirit fired at such indignity! I thought a life pa.s.sed in opposition to such tyranny were too short a vengeance; and I knelt me down beside that blackened hearth, and swore myself its enemy to the death.
CHAPTER VI. MY EDUCATION.
As I thought over the various incidents the last few days of my life had presented, I began to wonder with myself whether the world always went on thus, and if the same scenes of misery and woe I had witnessed were in the ordinary course of nature. The work of years seemed to me to have been accomplished in a few brief hours. Here, where I stood but yesterday, a happy family were met together; and now, death and misfortune had laid waste the spot, and save the cold walls, nothing marked it as a human habitation. What had become of them? where had they gone to? Had they fled from the blood-stained hands of the cruel soldiery, or were they led away to prison? These were the questions constantly recurring to my mind. And the French officer, too,--what of him? I felt the deepest interest in his fate. Poor fellow! he looked so pale and sickly; and yet there was something both bold and manly in his flashing eye and compressed lip. He was doubtless one of those Darby alluded to. What a lot was his! and how little did my own sorrows seem, as I compared them with his houseless, friendless condition!
As my thoughts thus wandered on, a dark shadow fell across the gleam of moonlight that lit up the ruined cabin. I turned suddenly, and saw the figure of a man leaning against the doorpost. For a second or two fear was uppermost in my mind, but rallying soon, I called out, "Who "s there?"
""T is me. Darby M"Keown!" said a well-known voice, but in a tone of deepest sorrow. "I came over to have a look at the ould walls once more."
"You heard it all, then. Darby?"
"Yes; they wor bringing the prisoners into Athlone as I left the town, and I thought to myself you "d maybe be hiding somewhere hereabouts. Is the captain away? Is he safe?"
"The French officer? Yes, he escaped early in the business. I know he must be far off by this time; Heaven knows which way, though."
"Maybe I could guess," said Darby, quietly. "Well, well! it "s hard to know what "s best. Sometimes it would seem the will of G.o.d that we are n"t to succeed; and if we hadn"t right on our side, it would not be easy to bear up against such misfortunes as these."
There was a silence on both sides after these words, during which I pandered them well in my mind.
"Come, Mister Tom!" said Darby, suddenly; ""tis time we were moving.
You "re not safe here no more nor others. Ba.s.set is looking for you everywhere, and you "ll have to leave the neighborhood, for a while at least. Your friend, the captain, too, is gone; his regiment marched yesterday. So now make up your mind what to do."
"That"s easily done, Darby," said I, attempting to seem at ease.
"Whichever is your road shall be mine, if you let me."
"Let you? Yes, with a hearty welcome, too, my darling! But the first thing is to get you some clothes that won"t discover on you. Here "s a hat I squeezed into my own that "ll just fit you; and I "ve a coat here that "s about your size. That"s enough for the present; and as we go along, I "ll teach you your part, how you are to behave, and he "ll be no fool that "ll find you out after ten days or a fortnight."
My change of costume was soon effected, and my wound, which turned out to be a trifling one, looked after. I took a farewell look at the old walls, and stepped after my companion down the boreen.
"If we make haste," said Darby, "we"ll be beyond Shannon Harbor before day; and then, when we "re on the ca.n.a.l, we "ll easy get a lift in some of the boats going to Dublin."
"And are you for Dublin?" inquired I, eagerly.
"Yes. I"m to be there on the twenty-fourth of this month, please G.o.d.
There "s a meeting of the friends of Ireland to be then, and some resolutions will be taken about what "s to be done. There "s bad work going on in the Parliament."
"Indeed, Darby! What is it?"
"Oh! you couldn"t understand it well. But it"s just as if we war n"t to have anything to say to governing ourselves; only to be made slaves of, and sent abroad to fight for the English, that always hate us and abuse us."
"And are we going to bear with this?" cried I, pa.s.sionately.
"No," said Darby, laying his hand on my shoulder,--"no; not at least if we had twenty thousand like you, my brave boy. But you"ll hear everything yourself soon. And now, let me attend to your education a bit, for we"re not out of the enemy"s country."
Darby now commenced his code of instruction to me, by which I learned that I was to perform a species of second to him in all minstrelsy; not exactly on the truest principles of harmony, but merely alternating with him in the verses of his songs. These, which were entirely of his own composition, were all to be learned,--and orally, too, for Mister M"Keown was too jealous of his copyright ever to commit them to writing, and especially charged me never to repeat any lyric in the same neighborhood.
"It"s not only the robbery I care for," quoth Darby, "but the varmints desthroys my poethry completely; some" times changing the words, injuring the sentiments, and even altering the tune. Now, it"s only last Tuesday I heerd "Behave politely," to the tune of "Look how he sarved me!""
Besides the musical portion of my education, there was another scarcely less difficult to be attended to: this was, the skilful adaptation of our melodies, not only to the prevailing tastes of the company, but to their political and party bearings; Darby supplying me with various hints how I was to discover at a moment the peculiar bias of any stranger"s politics.
"The boys," said Darby, thereby meaning his own party, "does be always sly and careful, and begin by asking, maybe, for "Do you incline?"
or "Crows in the barley," or the like. Then they "ll say, "Have you anything new, Mister M"Keown, from up the country?" "Something sweet, is it?" says I. "Ay, or sour, av ye have it," they "ll "say. "Maybe ye"d like "Vinegar-hill," then," says I. Arrah, you"d see their faces redden up with delight; and how they "ll beat time to every stroke of the tune, it "s a pleasure to play for them. But the yeos (meaning the yeomen) will call out mightily,--"Piper! halloo there! piper, I say, rise The Boyne water, or Croppies lie down.""
"And of course you refuse, Darby?"
"Refuse! Refuse, is it? and get a bayonet in me? Devil a bit, my dear.
I "ll play it up with all the spirit I can; and nod my head to the tune, and beat the time with my heel and toe; and maybe, if I see need of it, I fasten this to the end of the chanter, and that does the business entirely."