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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ON BOARD THE DESTROYER-ARMAGH JAIL. 25
should remain standing, and would not allow me
to sit down beside the wardresses. I resented this
very much at the time, but after all it was only
another wasp sting from the enemy. We drove
through Belfast, and thus-under the protection of
the great British Empire !-I got my first view of
the chief Northern town. I had never visited Belfast
before, and I shall certainly not break my heart if
I never visit it again.
We reached the prison, and behold! I was not
wanted there; it being a male prison, the Governor
refused to take me in, and I was returned with
thanks to the lorry!
We then drove to the Victoria Barracks, and here
I was brought from one military officer to another,
and it was amusing to watch the expression on their
faces as each officer in his turn tried to hand me on
to some one else. Again I was hoisted into the lorry,
and again driven through the streets of Belfast, and
all this time without a scrap of food of any kind '
since my cup of poor cocoa at 5 a.m. that morning,
and it was now after 3 p.m.
We then arrived at the Bridewell, and after many
questions I was locked up in a horrid cell. One
word here on bridewells. I consider them a disgrace
to civilisation, and I had a good experience of them
later on during my trial. The cells are terribly
dirty and stuffy, and also not sulliciently ventilated,
while the system of having a lavatory in each cell
is disgusting, especially if a prisoner is detained for
a certain period, and having meals in the bridewell.
I asked for something to eat-as well I might!-
and the policeman on duty got me some tea sent in
from outside. To add insult to injury, one has to