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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.
Author
Kearns, Linda.
Contributor
Smithson, Annie M.P. De Valera, Eamon, 1882-1975.
Date Added
4 February 2016
Format
Book
Language
English
Publish Date
1922
Publisher
Dublin : Talbot Press ; London : T. Fisher Unwin Ltd.,
Source
Joseph McGarrity Books.
Topic
Kearns, Linda. Prisoners > Ireland > Diaries. Nurses > Biography. Ireland > History > Easter Rising, 1916.
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26 IN TIMES OF PERIL.
pay for one’s food on these occasions, and the poor
prisoners are pretty well rooked, as they cannot
choose for themselves. After some time, my two
wardresses returned, and we were once more on the
move, and again I was put into a lorry, but this time
with police only. I really began to think that I was
suffering from some form of nightmare, always
going on and on, and yet never getting to our
destination.
However, we arrived at a railway station, and here
I listened carefully to hear where we were bound
for, and discovered it was Armagh Female Prison.
VVe reached Armagh after what seemed a very long
and tiresome journey, and while we waited for a con-
veyance to take us to the jail, I was put into the
waiting-room with three female prisoners of the
ordinary criminal class. I was very tired and worn,
and I suppose I looked a wreck, and I saw the other
women regarding me curiously. Presently one of
them-an old woman-said to me, with a look of
sympathy: “Are yer goin’ to prison, Miss?” I
answered that I was, and she looked at me keenly
again, and then said, as though politely leaving a
mystery unsolved: “Ah, well, sure that’s no wan’s
business but ye’re own. Will ye have a pinch o’
snuff ?”
Poor battered old thing! She had still the heart
of a woman under her dirty shawl, and thinking I
was tired offered me all she had in the way of com-
fort. I smiled, and said I never took snuff, ‘but
thanked her all the same. My escort then arrived
on the scene-a large bodyguard of soldiers and
police, rather unnecessary for one poor weary girl!
Another lorry, another hoist, and away through the
