es. Otherwise I'm getting on very
well; and I think this will be a good year, if the law is enforced, and
these fellows are made to behave themselves."

Near Bolton's farm we passed the holding of a tenant named Kavanagh, one
of the three who were "allowed" to pay their rents. Several Land League
huts are on his place, and the evicted people who occupy them put their
cattle with his. He is a quiet, cautious man, and very reticent. But it
seemed to me that he was not entirely satisfied with the "squatters" who
have been quartered upon him. And it appears that he has taken another
holding in Carlow. From his place we drove to Ballyfad, where a large
house, at the end of a good avenue of trees, once the mansion of a
squire, but now much dilapidated, is occupied as headquarters by the
police. Here we found Mr. George Freeman, the bailiff of the Coolgreany
property, a strong, sturdy man, much disgusted at finding it necessary
to go about protected by two policemen. That this was necessary,
however, he admitted, pointing out to us the place where one Kinsella
was killed not very long ago. The son of this man Kinsella was formerly
one of Mr. Brooke's gamekeepers, and is now, Mr. Freeman thinks, in
concert with another man named Ryan, the chief stay of the League in
keeping up its dominion over the evicted tenants.

Many of these tenants, he believes, would gladly pay their rents now,
and come back if they dared.

"Every man, sir," he said, "that has anything to lose, would be glad to
come back next Monday if he thought his life would be safe. But all the
lazy and thriftless ones are better off now than they ever were; they
get from L4 to L6 a month, with nothing to do, and so they're in clover,
and they naturally don't like to have the industrious, well-to-do
tenants spoil their fun by making a general settlement."

"Besides that," he added, "that man Kinsella and his comrade Ryan are
the terror of the whole of them. Kinsella always was a curious, silent,
moody fellow. He knows every inch of the country, going over it all the
time by night and day as a gamekeeper, and I am quite sure the
Parnellite men and the Land Leaguers are just as much afraid of him and
Ryan as the tenants are. He don't care a bit for them; and they've no
control of him at all."

Mr. Freeman said he remembered very well the occasion referred to by
Father O'Neill, when Captain Hamilton refused to confer with Dr. Dillon
and himself.

"Did Father O'Ne