“Now, Lachlin,” said my brother, “give us an account of the attack you made on Vesey Vengeance’s house, at the Long Ridge, when all his party were chased out of the town.”

“Why, thin, sir, I ought to be ashamed to mintion it; but you see, gintleman, there was no getting over being connected wid them; but I hope your brother’s safe, sir!”

“Oh, perfectly safe, Lachlin; you may rest assured he’ll never mention it.”

“Well, sir,” said Lachlin, addressing himself to me, “Vesey Vengeance was—.”

“Lachlin,” said my brother, “he knows all about Vesey; just give an account of the attack.”

“The attack, sir! no, but the chivey we got over the mountains.  Why, sir, we met in, an ould empty house, you see, that belonged to the Farrells of Ballyboulteen, that went over to America that spring.  There war none wid us, you may be sure, but them that war up;* and in all we might be about sixty or seventy.  The Grogans, one way or another, got it up first among them, bekase they expected Mr. Simmons would take them back when he’d find that no one else dare venther upon their land.  There war at that time two fellows down from the county Longford, in their neighborhood, of the name of Collier—­although that wasn’t their right name—­they were here upon their keeping, for the murder of a proctor in their own part of the country.  One of them was a tall, powerful fellow, with sandy hair, and red brows; the other was a slender chap, that must have been drawn into it by his brother—­for he was very mild and innocent, and always persuaded us agin evil.  The Grogans brought lashings of whiskey, and made them that war to go foremost amost drunk—­these war the two Colliers, some of the strangers from behind the mountains, and a son of Widdy Doran’s, that knew every inch about the place, for he was bred and born jist below the house a bit.  He wasn’t wid us, however, in regard of his brother being under board that night; but, instid of him, Tim Grogan went to show the way up the little glin to the house, though, for that matther, the most of us knew it as well as he did; but we didn’t like to be the first to put a hand to it, if we could help it.

     * That is, had been made members of a secret society.

“At any rate, we sot in Farrell’s empty house, drinking whiskey, till they war all gathered, when about two dozen of them got the damp soot from the chimley, and rubbed it over their faces, making them so black, that their own relations couldn’t know them.  We then went across the country in little lots, of about six or ten, or a score, and we war glad that the wake was in Widdy Koran’s, seeing that if any one would meet we war going to it you know, and the blackening of the faces would pass for a frolic; but there was no great danger of being met for it was now long beyant midnight.