Morrow, Kasson and I
concluded we would spend a few days in "Ould Ireland." Morrow and
Kasson believed they were of Irish descent, though remotely so as
their ancestors "fought in the Revolution." We remained in and
about Cork for two or three days. We visited and kissed the Blarney
Stone, saw the Lakes of Killarney, and drove or walked about the
interesting environs of Cork and Queenstown. We sought no acquaintance
with anyone.

We were all about the age of forty, physically sound, and both
Morrow and Kasson had the military air and step of soldiers. We
soon became conscious that we were under surveillance. One day an
officer called at our lodgings and frankly told us that there was
so much excitement about Fenian disturbances in England, and such
political ferment in Ireland, that an examination of the baggage
of passengers was required and he wished to examine ours. I told
him who we were, and introduced him to Morrow and Kasson, and
offered my trunk for inspection. They did the same, Kasson producing
also a small pistol from his valise. The officer had heard of that
pistol. Kasson had fired it at the birds hovering about the vessel.
This had been reported to the police. The officer took the pistol
and it was returned to Kasson some days after at Dublin. Morrow
ridiculed the pistol and told the officer that Kasson could not
hit or hurt him at ten paces away, but the officer was only half
satisfied. We soon after went to Dublin, but we felt that we were
under suspicion. All Americans were then suspected of sympathizing
with the Irish. We told our consul at Dublin of our adventures at
Cork, and he said we were lucky in not being arrested. We went to
a steeple chase a few miles from Dublin, where gentlemen rode their
own horses over a long and difficult route, leaping barriers and
crossing streams. We enjoyed the scene very much and mingled freely
in the great crowd, but always feeling that we were watched. The
next day we started to cross the channel to Holyhead.

We took the steamer at Dublin Bay and found aboard a large company
of well-dressed passengers, such as we would find on a summer
excursion from New York. Morrow, who was a handsome man of pleasing
manners and address, said he could pick out Americans from the
crowd. I doubted it. He said: "There is an American," pointing
out a large, well-built man, who seemed to be known by the passengers
around him. I said he was an Englishman.