ll laden pulled to the _Solebay_, and suits of
clothes were found for each of the thirty-four prisoners.

A complete suit of underwear, an outer suit of warm material, an
overcoat and two extra shirts, were bestowed on each of the prisoners,
while Allen received superfine broadcloth sufficient for two jackets,
and two pairs of breaches, in addition to a suit already made. He also
received eight fine Holland shirts and socks ready made, a number of
pairs of silk hose, two pairs of shoes, two beaver hats, one of which,
richly laced with gold, came from James Bonwell, a wealthy merchant of
Cork.

On the following day the boat returned to the ship laden with wines,
spirits, sugar, tea and chocolate, a large round of picked
[Transcriber's note: pickled?] beef, a number of fat turkeys and many
other articles for Allen's personal use, while each of the men received
two pounds of tea and six pounds of sugar, with plenty of meat,
chickens and turkeys for the mess table of the prisoners.

Two days after the receipt of the stores the captain prohibited
anything more being delivered to the prisoners, and took away
everything which the men of Cork had given except the clothing.

He shouted himself hoarse about the way the rebels were being feasted.

"I heard him say," says Ethan Allen, in his autobiography, "that by all
that was holy the American rebels should not be feasted by the rebels
of Ireland."

An application was made by the Mayor of Cork for permission to be
granted to Ethan Allen to attend a banquet to be given in his honor by
the city, the mayor and ten leading citizens being willing to give bond
for his return to the ship the next morning.

The application was refused, and the captain gave order to weigh anchor
and put out to sea.

"Sure and the skipper is as hot as a roast pertater," said Gilligan;
"he thinks for sure that the rebels of Cork will take you all off the
ship by force, so he is going to put out to sea."

The _Solebay_ left Cork harbor that day and did not return.

After a long sail the shore of North Carolina was reached, and the
hearts of the Americans beat high with hope.

The captain was almost amiable, but it was with a fiendish glee caused
by the belief that the American prisoners were to be hanged on American
soil.

"I want to see," he said, to Allen, "American trees bearing the best
fruit, and plenty of it."

"I am sure I re-echo your wish," answered Allen, whereupon the captain
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