In times of peril : leaves from the diary of Nurse Linda Kearns from Easter week, 1916, to Mountjoy, 1921 / edited by Annie M.P. Smithson.
Smithson, Annie M.P. De Valera, Eamon, 1882-1975.
4 February 2016
Dublin : Talbot Press ; London : T. Fisher Unwin Ltd.,
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As to Sligo Jail itself, I suppose it is like most
other jails-dreary and dull, and grey and miserable.
Some days afterwards-days that had the length of
weeks-I was called at 5 a.m., and ordered to dress
and prepare for removal. When I was brought out
to the gate I was astonished to see there my own
car! There was also a lorry, in which were the three
boys who had been arrested with me and some
others, including Dr. and Professor
I shall never forget leaving Sligo that morning,
I felt so thoroughly wretched, and everything
appeared so dull and dreary in the cold twilight
before the dawn of a November day.
I was put into my own car, and we started off.
We went by a route I knew well, and which I had
travelled over often under happier auspices. Ah!
many a glorious run I had had over those roads in
other days. And I could not but wonder would I
ever see those days again, for at that time it seemed
very unlikely, indeed, but, as a fellow-sufferer with
me has written on the title page of his delightful
little book, “ “CA 014 mm: Agus CA mzltam mmt Ange! ”
I hafed the ollicer who drove my car. He did not
know the first thing about driving, but mixed up
the left-hand steering with the right, and indeed I
have often wondered since how we ever got to our
destination without trouble. As it was, he ran down
a side road by mistake, and could not reverse the
car, and had to get a soldier from the lorry to bring
us back to the main road. At last we got to the
sea coast, and turning my eyes towards the water
I felt suddenly faint, and an icy hand gripped my
heart. For there, lying just outside, was a British
destroyer, and I thought at once that we were being