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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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LIFE IN WALTON CONVICT PRISON. 43
to be brought over to the. main block, and to join
with us in pairs to go to chapel. My fellow-country-
woman came over and fell into line with me, and we
were able to exchange a few words, and only to hear
her accent was to me like dew from heaven falling
on my weary soul. We met thus for two consecu-
tive Sundays; then a new rule was issued to the
wardresses, to the effect that the hospital prisoners
were to be brought straight to chapel without coming
to the main block. This continued just while we
two were both at Walton, but as soon as my political
comrade left, the rule was abandoned, and the hos-
pital prisoners came as usual to the main block, en
route for the chapel.
While she was still there, however, I was ordered
to hospital myself after a medical examination, as
I had become very weak, and I was sure that now at
least we could not be kept apart. But, lo! and
behold! when I was removed to the hospital, she was
moved over to the prison proper.
I was in bed for some weeks, and with the rest and
some extra milk, I picked up strength again and
gained in weight. As soon as I was fairly fit, I was
moved back again to the prison, and the other poli-
tical prisoner was sent to the hospital. It was a Cat
and Mouse Act--as soon as we were well they sent
us to the prison, and when we got done up again
we were returned to the hospital.
I do not know what I would have done all this
terrible time if it had not been for the Chaplain.
He was an Englishman and a convert, and one of
God’s very own. He visited me very frequently,
and consoled me and kept up my spirits. He was