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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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“ON THE RUN.” 59
One week of peace, and again we had to move. A
friend came from Dublin to tell us that our present
retreat-thanks to my friendly Englishman of the
. rope ladder-was known, and that it was only a
matter of waiting until our fourth friend had joined
us-as she intended-and we would all be arrested.
Imagine how frightened we werel and how humi-
liating after all our trouble if we were arrested again;
the thought was hateful! Some people, too, would
be sure to say: “ How like women! Of course they
had to get in the way again I”
We sent for the Commandant of the I.R.A in that
locality, and asked his advice. He came to see us
with the Curate, and they both advised removal as
soon as possible. We were in a locality that was
quite unknown to me, and I knew of no house in that
district which would take us in. After some con-
sideration, we concluded that the best place for us;
under the circumstances, would be the house attached
to the Training Camp of the I.R.A. It was a very
large house, and surrounded by many acres of land.
Here our oflicers and men were in military training
On a large scale; in was in the heart of some beautiful
country in Co. Carlow, and had not been located by
the enemy.
The Commandant went next day and asked the
C.O. if he would take us in, and he very kindly con-
sented at once. Next night we motored there, and
as we reached the outskirts of the Camp the armed
guard on duty stepped forward and challenged us.
“ H alt! ”
Never in my life before had I heard that word with
feelings of pleasure. And not of pleasure only, but