nty Mayo.
Hence, Laurence Griffin, a labouring man, with an acre patch of land
to his house, was given the job of looking after the hay, and
occasionally summoning Sullivan for trespass. It must be understood
that Sullivan's family have never been disturbed, and that Griffin
lives, not like a man in possession of their holding, but in his own
little house hard by with his own family. The supervision exercised
was, therefore, of the mildest character, but the summoning for
trespass was accounted a dire offence by the popular leaders. Hence
Griffin was first "noticed" to give up the occupation assigned to him
by his employer, Mr. Hussey, who had given him his house and potato
patch. The poor fellow was sadly exercised in his mind, but he kept on
with his duty until a second notice was affixed to his door. Then he
lost heart, and a fortnight ago gave up his dangerous occupation.

On the Saturday following, however, he happened to go into Tralee, and
the exponents of the popular will made up their minds that he had not
given up his employment as he was "noticed" to do, that he was still
persevering in the nefarious career of a caretaker, and that he had
actually dared to go in the light of day to Tralee to receive the wage
of his iniquity. If not actually guilty of this enormity, he had at
least a guilty look, and it was determined to punish him, and make him
a warning to other evildoers.

According to the man's account, given in a disjointed manner under
severe cross-questioning, he had gone to bed on Monday last, when
somebody tapped at his door and called to him to open. Thinking the
visit was from the police, who occasionally looked in upon him, he got
up, and huddling on some clothes as he went, made for the door. As he
was on the point of opening it, a voice called out to him to "make
haste," for the speaker was "starved with the cold;" then he knew the
voice was not that of the policeman, and he would fain have closed the
just opening door, but a gun was thrust through the opening, the door
was pushed open, and a dozen men with blackened faces and armed to the
teeth burst into the room.

The ringleader then proceeded to go through some form akin to a trial,
and asked his companions what should be done with Laurence Griffin,
who had disregarded the notices served on him, and persevered in his
villanous calling. It was suggested that death alone would meet the
case. "Shoot 'um, says they," said Griffin to me. At thi