when i was wakened the following morning i was informed that i had to be ready for removal in an hour’s time. the chief warder did not know where i was to go, only that at six a guard of soldiers would come for me. it was his opinion that i was to be taken for the courtsmartial in dublin. that meant anything; it meant, to be more precise, whatever the police desired or intended, for the reign of terror was abroad in the land, and every man’s fate was decreed by whatever the police had decided would make an appropriate chapter in his leabhran at dublin castle, without other evidence than the evidence of the compilers. during those days that man was safest who was permitted to remain in any one place for a length of time, for presumably the present orgy of blood and long sentences, of courtsmartial, and authority on its war-steed champing the ground, would begin to pall. nevertheless, [40]i welcomed the change. anything seemed better than inaction. it was better to go out and take one’s fate than to stay skulking in a cell. my only anxiety was for my wife, who would know nothing of my removal, and from whom it seemed decided to withhold all knowledge of me.
p. j. d. came down after me to the office where our “effects” were handed back to us. we were to be fellow travellers on the road, and we were marched through the streets of castlebar to the railway station under a sergeant’s guard of eight men. it was too early for the town to be astir, and those who were abroad seemed rather abashed by the spectacle. at the station, as the train came in, to my great joy i was hailed by my wife, who, not getting the promised daily letter, had travelled down by the same train that was to take me to dublin to discover what was happening. a little tactful authority with the sergeant included her in the same carriage with ourselves; and thus began a co-operation, from without and from within jail, that was to be of rare value in the future.
again i was fortunate in my custodian. the sergeant belonged to one of the north staffordshire [41]battalions that had been rushed over for the rising-out, and he was a kindly, homely man, very much unlike some of his guard. the songs that came from the adjoining compartment were clearly meant to hearten us with the thought of friendship. there was no timidity in the choice of theme, and the peeler who accompanied us (as guide to the strangers in charge of his own countrymen) was clearly restive hearing songs it had become his first instinct to baton. but the sergeant was in command, and he maintained a strict dignity. at athlone our companions next door managed to convey the state of affairs to others on the platform, with the result that the cheering crowd had time to vent their feelings outside our door before they were swept away. then a peeler on the platform beckoned to our sergeant, and whispered something to him. when he returned to his seat beside me, i asked him what had been said to him.
“he was telling me to be careful, as there are sympathisers of yours in the next compartment and on the platforms.”
“that doesn’t surprise you, sergeant, does it?” i asked.
he thought for a moment; then, “no, sir, [42]it doesn’t,” he said. and after a minute’s further thought, he added: “it’s easy for me to see who has the people’s wish, and who has the unpleasant job. you mustn’t think, sir, i like it; for i don’t. it wasn’t for this kind of thing i joined up. why every nation can’t manage its own affairs without other nations butting in, i can’t for the life of me imagine. i thought it was to stop that kind of thing they told me i was wanted out in belgium.”
apparently he had been driven to thought. he was a tall, strongly-built man, with a long head and grave face—the kind of man who takes life very seriously and very earnestly. he came from the pottery district, where he had been employed in some clerical capacity; and when he told me he was fond of books i knew at once what kind of company he kept and what kind of books he read. in that company the cause of small nationalities had given him much heart-searching. very earnestly he had thought the thing out, and in an international morality not at all lightly gotten-by, he had donned khaki, won his stripes, and been dispatched to ireland for first service. i have wondered sometimes how he got on in belgium. perhaps he laid down his life in order that small [43]nations should have freedom declared as their indefeasible right.
at dublin, when i suggested that p. j. d. and i should hire cars across to richmond barracks, and that he should divide his guard between us, he willingly accepted the proposal.
