The Insurrection in Dublin eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 71 pages of information about The Insurrection in Dublin.

The Insurrection in Dublin eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 71 pages of information about The Insurrection in Dublin.
he said to no one in particular.  The loose bluish skin under his eyes was twitching.  The Volunteers directed the chauffeur to drive to the barricade and lodge his car in a particular position there.  He did it awkwardly, and after three attempts he succeeded in pleasing them.  He was a big, brown-faced man, whose knees were rather high for the seat he was in, and they jerked with the speed and persistence of something moved with a powerful spring.  His face was composed and fully under command, although his legs were not.  He locked the car into the barricade, and then, being a man accustomed to be commanded, he awaited an order to descend.  When the order came he walked directly to his master, still preserving all the solemnity of his features.  These two men did not address a word to each other, but their drilled and expressionless eyes were loud with surprise and fear and rage.  They went into the Hotel.

I spoke to the man with the revolver.  He was no more than a boy, not more certainly than twenty years of age, short in stature, with close curling red hair and blue eyes—­a kindly-looking lad.  The strap of his sombrero had torn loose on one side, and except while he held it in his teeth it flapped about his chin.  His face was sunburnt and grimy with dust and sweat.

This young man did not appear to me to be acting from his reason.  He was doing his work from a determination implanted previously, days, weeks perhaps, on his imagination.  His mind was—­where?  It was not with his body.  And continually his eyes went searching widely, looking for spaces, scanning hastily the clouds, the vistas of the streets, looking for something that did not hinder him, looking away for a moment from the immediacies and rigours which were impressed where his mind had been.

When I spoke he looked at me, and I know that for some seconds he did not see me.  I said:—­

“What is the meaning of all this?  What has happened?”

He replied collectedly enough in speech, but with that ramble and errancy clouding his eyes.

“We have taken the City.  We are expecting an attack from the military at any moment, and those people,” he indicated knots of men, women and children clustered towards the end of the Green, “won’t go home for me.  We have the Post Office, and the Railways, and the Castle.  We have all the City.  We have everything.”

(Some men and two women drew behind me to listen).

“This morning,” said he, “the police rushed us.  One ran at me to take my revolver.  I fired but I missed him, and I hit a—­”

“You have far too much talk,” said a voice to the young man.

I turned a few steps away, and glancing back saw that he was staring after me, but I know that he did not see me—­he was looking at turmoil, and blood, and at figures that ran towards him and ran away—­a world in motion and he in the centre of it astonished.

The men with him did not utter a sound.  They were both older.  One, indeed, a short, sturdy man, had a heavy white moustache.  He was quite collected, and took no notice of the skies, or the spaces.  He saw a man in rubbers placing his hand on a motor bicycle in the barricade, and called to him instantly:  “Let that alone.”

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