The Return of the O'Mahony: A Novel

The Hen Hawk was idly drifting into the cove toward the little fishing-smack pier of stone and piles which ran out like a tongue from the lower end of the mound. Only two of her...

One day passed, and then another, and the evening of the third day drew near--yet brought no returning Bernard. It is true that on the second day a telegram--the first Jerry had...

Though by daylight there seemed to lie but a step of space between the ruined Castle of Muirisc and the portal of the Convent of the Hostage’s Tears, it was different under the...

The good people of Muirisc had shut themselves up in their cabins, on this inclement evening of which I have spoken, almost before the twilight faded from the storm-wrapt outlin...

The road from the brow of the hill down to the plain wound in such devious courses through rock-lined defiles and bog-paths shrouded with stunted tangles of scrub-trees, that an...

No answer seemed forthcoming. As far inland as the eye could stretch, even to the gray crown of Dunkelly, no sign of human habitation was to be seen. The jutting headland of the...

In the parish of Kilmoe--which they pronounce with a soft prolonged “moo-h,” like the murmuring call of one of their little bright-eyed, black-coated cows--the inhabitants are w...

The O’Mahony sat once more in the living-room of his castle--sat very much at his ease, with a cigar between his teeth, and his feet comfortably stretched out toward the blazing...

Zeke’s tent--a low and lop-sided patchwork of old blankets, strips of wagon-covering and stray pieces of cast-off clothing--was pitched on the high ground nearest to the regimen...

The young man from Houghton County, strolling along behind these three men, all so busily occupied with one another, had, of a sudden, conceived the notion of dropping silently...

ZEKE TISDALE was the father of Company F. Not that this title had ever been formally conferred upon him, or even recognized in terms, but everybody understood about it. Sometime...

It became known among the passengers on the _Moldavian_, an hour or so before bedtime on Sunday evening, April 23, 1865, that the lights to be seen in the larboard distance were...

A vast sunlit landscape under a smiling April sky--a landscape beyond the uses of mere painters with their tubes and brushes and camp-stools, where leagues of mountain ranges me...

The morning had been devoted, for the most part, to church-going, and The O’Mahony’s mind was still confused with a bewildering jumble of candles, bells and embroidered gowns; o...

We turn over now a score of those fateful pages on which Father Time keeps his monthly accounts with mankind, passing from sunlit June, with its hazy radiance lying softly upon...

The sun was shining brightly in a clear sky next morning, when the people of Muirisc finally got up out of bed, and, still rubbing their eyes, strolled forth to note the ravages...

Sorra a wink o’ sleep could I get the night,” groaned the wife of O’Daly--Mrs. Fergus--“what with me man muthered, an’ me daughter drowned, an’ me nerves that disthracted ’t was...

The warm spring sunlight so broadly enveloped the square in which he stood, the shining white cottages and gray old walls behind him and the harbor and pale-blue placid bay beyo...

Bernard had never before had occasion to look into the small and ominously black muzzle of a loaded revolver. An involuntary twitching seized upon his muscles as he did so now,...

We enter the crumbling portals of the ancient convent of the O’Mahonys for a final visit. The reddened sun, with its promise of a kindly morrow, hangs low in the western heavens...

A fishing-boat lay at anchor in a cove of Dun-manus Bay, a hundred rods from shore, softly rising and sinking with the swell of the tide which stirred the blue waters with all g...

At five o’clock on this February morning it was still dark. For more than half an hour a light had been from time to time visible, flitting about in the inhabited parts of the c...

Within the next few days the people of Muirisc found themselves becoming familiar with the spectacle of two strange figures walking about among their narrow, twisted streets or...

Having left the castle, Bernard walked briskly away across the open square, past the quay and along the curling stretch of sands which led to the path under the cliffs. He had t...

The stern natural law of mutability--of ceaseless growth, change and decay--which the big, bustling, preoccupied outside world takes so indifferently, as a matter of course, fin...

The fair-weather promise of the crimson sunset was not kept. The morning broke bloodshot and threatening, with dark, jagged storm-clouds scudding angrily across the sky, and a t...

The red winter sun sank to hide itself below the waste of Atlantic waters as the _Hen Hawk_, still held snugly in the grasp of the breeze, beat round the grim cliffs of Three-Ca...

Zeke, though gliding over the slippery ground with all the speed at his command, had kept a watch on the further corner of the house. He straightened himself now against the ang...

The two young people, with John Pat and the basket close behind, stood at last upon the very summit of Gabriel--a wild and desolate jumble of naked rocks piled helter-skelter ab...

The visit to White & Carmody’s law-office had weighed heavily upon the mind of The O’Mahony during the whole voyage across the Atlantic, and it still was the burden of his thoug...