Thither we resolved to repair; and about three o'clock, on the 13th day of August, we set off across the nearest range of the Comeraghs--Stephens and myself, accompanied by my sister-in-law, whom we hoped to employ in negotiating for a passage to France.

A farmer and two women of the place undertook to conduct us the shortest way across the mountains, and provide us an asylum for the night, which we reached after a forced journey of six hours.

We there parted from our guides; and the people to whom they recommended us were exceedingly kind, and much more hospitable than their means would permit.

On the following day our host became our guide for several miles across the declining Comeraghs, until we came in view of Dungarvan.

We purchased some bread, eggs and tea at a village called Tubbernaheena; but while in the village we learned that the military and police were scouring the country far and wide, in search of arms, which compelled us to change our route and take an easterly direction.