Category: Adventure
THE trench wound a sinuous way through the sodden Flanders mud. Underfoot were boards; and then sandbags; and then more boards, added as the mud rose up and swallowed all that was put down upon it. Some of the last-added boards had almost disappeared, ground out of sight by th...
“A homely-looking folk they are, these people of my kin; Their hands are hard as horse-shoes, but their hearts come through the skin. Old Michael Clancy said to me (his age is e...
10. CHAPTER X“Hills o’ my heart! Let the herdsman who walks in your high haunted places Give him strength and courage, and weave his dreams alway: Let your cairn-heaped hero-dead reveal thei...
4. CHAPTER IVHOLYHEAD pier was in the state of wild turmoil that seethes between the arrival of the mail and its transhipping to the Dublin boat. Passengers ran hither and thither, distracte...
1. CHAPTER ITHE trench wound a sinuous way through the sodden Flanders mud. Underfoot were boards; and then sandbags; and then more boards, added as the mud rose up and swallowed all that w...
16. CHAPTER XVI“The fighting man shall from the sun Take warmth, and life from the glowing earth; Speed with the light-foot winds to run. And with the trees to newer birth; And find, when figh...
7. CHAPTER VIIFROM that day the spell of the little brown trout laid itself upon the Australians. The basket of fish which they carried home with pride in the evening, and which caused Mrs. M...
8. CHAPTER VIIITHE words came floating down the hillside at the top of a cheery young baritone. Also down the hillside came sounds of haste—heavy footsteps, crashing undergrowth, and rustling...
13. CHAPTER XIII“The great waves of the Atlantic sweep storming on their way, Shining green and silver with the hidden herring-shoal; But the Little Waves of Breffny have drenched my heart in s...
12. CHAPTER XII“The grand road from the mountain goes shining to the sea, And there is traffic on it, and many a horse and cart: But the little roads of Cloonagh are dearer far to me, And the...
6. CHAPTER VI“Loughareema! Loughareema! Lies so high among the heather, A little lough, a dark lough, The wather’s black an’ deep: Ould herons go a-fishing there, An’ sea-gulls all together...
11. CHAPTER XI“He is, sir. Leastways, he’s out, down by the lough, and all of them with him.” The small boy looked up at Sir John O’Neill with more awe than he was wont to regard most people....
2. CHAPTER IITHE lift came gliding on its upward journey in a big London hotel, far too slowly for the impatience of its only passenger, a tall girl of sixteen, with a mop of brown curls, an...
9. CHAPTER IX“Sure, this is blessed Erin, an’ this the same glen; The gold is on the whin-bush, the wather sings again: The Fairy Thorn’s in flower—an’ what ails my heart then?” MOIRA O’NEIL.
14. CHAPTER XIV“To count the life of battle good, And clear the land that gave you birth, And dearer yet the brotherhood That binds the brave of all the earth.” HENRY NEWBOLT.
3. CHAPTER III‟THEY’RE doing quite well,” the doctor said, patting Norah benevolently on the shoulder. He was a plump little man, always busy, always in a hurry; but David Linton and his daug...
15. CHAPTER XVDINNER at the Carrignarone Hotel, where the Australians and Sir John were the only guests, was apt to be a lengthy and hilarious affair, with everybody very hungry and very merr...