So that dear smile be o’er our path. 
      Hurrah for the mountain side! 
      Hurrah for the bivouac! 
      Hurrah for the heaving tide! 
      If rocking the felon’s track.

Being apprehensive that our former retreat near Dunmanway was discovered, and that we would be looked for there, we determined to try another district, from which we might be able to communicate with her who had evinced such sympathy for us.  We sought the house of a friend of hers, but found him so terrified that we could not think of forcing ourselves on his hospitality.  He promised, however, to call on her and learn if she had any letters or other information for us.  On our return, next day, he was somewhat reassured.  He brought us a note from her, and letters from home.  My comrade’s was a sad, sad blow.  Where he had most trusted on earth, his application had been coldly received, and his most unlimited confidence utterly disappointed.  Money was forwarded to him from other sources; but the spirit that braved every disaster up to that, broke under disappointed affection and blighted love.  For some time he refused to take another step, but yielding himself up to the agony of shattered feelings, he ardently desired to abandon a struggle involving nothing but the life he no longer desired to save.  From my knowledge of the country, and other resources, he regarded my chances of escape as favourable, and his own presence as an impediment and a check.  He was therefore anxious to relieve me of a burden, at the same time that he would free himself from a weight still more intolerable.  In that he was mistaken.  His imperturbable equanimity, and ever daring hope, had sustained me in moments of perplexity and alarm when no other resource could have availed.  During the whole time which we spent, as it were, in the shadow of the gibbet, his courage never faltered, and his temper never once ruffled.  The arrival of our enthusiastic friend, who had stolen to see us, revived his spirits, and her persuasions reassured his resolution.  We drove for some time in her car, and after nightfall returned to the house where we had slept on the previous night.  A practice which prevailed in that part of the county Cork greatly facilitated our efforts.  It was this:  in the vicinity of the great routes of travel, the farmers are in the habit of giving lodgings for payment, the amount of which generally depends on the traveller’s ability to pay.  As our means, for purposes of at least this kind were not stinted, we were sure of welcome a second time.  But this fact had a tendency to frustrate our aim in another point of view; for it always excited curiosity, so that it was doubtful whether we would not be safer with persons who would provide for us at the cost of their last morsel, by confiding to them who and what we were.  But in this district of Cork, the centre of which is the notorious town of Bandon, were scattered several families of Orangemen, who were intensely inimical to the cause