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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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32 IN TIMES OF PERIL.
“Thank God we’re home!” Someone in the lorry
laughed. “ ]ail-home!” But it was home to me,
and after my experiences of the Belfast Bridewell it
seemed a very haven of rest.
I had now to wait for my courtmartial, and a weary
fortnight passed. It was glorious spring weather,
and the snowdrops followed by the daffodils were
coming up in the jail garden. ‘How often I watched
them, for they seemed to bring a message from the
free world outside, and while I gazed at them only
God knows how I longed for my freedom. What
vistas those few blossoms opened up of the fair free
woods and fields of my early home, where one could
wander at will in the days gone by before the Terror
had stricken our land. And turning my eyes from
them I met again the grey walls and bolts and locks
of my present abode. And yet how much worse I
might have been, and was to be before long! Ah!
it is a merciful thing that we cannot see into the
future; how many of us could do it and live ? I was
allowed a good deal of exercise both before and after
dinner, but four “Ulster Specials ”-ill-omened
title!-were always in view, and the very sight of
them worried me, and threatened to get on my
nerves rather badly. It was a very lazy life for
them-they had nothing to do all day but eat and
drink and loll about, another example of easy-earned
money.
At last the day of my courtmartial arrived, and I
was ordered to dress and was brought to the recep-
tion-room. I saw a great number of soldiers and an
officer, but I heard, too, the Governor's voice, and
she was saying quietly but very firmly: “ NO; You
cannot have the prisoner without the usual order for
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