We mounted this tree, Indian-like, in the midst of rain, and dropped in the shallow part of the river from the branches.

We were unable to procure lodgings afterwards until nearly eleven o'clock, and then not without difficulty.
We succeeded, at length, within about a quarter of a mile of Kilworth, whence we were able to procure bread, tea and beefsteaks.

We were very kindly treated, and next day accompanied to the Blackwater, at Castle Hyde, by the eldest brother of the family.
I shall not easily forget the delicacy with which this young man requested, if we thought it compatible with our safety, to tell him our names.

There are few requests which either of us would feel greater reluctance in refusing.

He saw our evident struggle, and said he would be satisfied with a promise that when our fate would be decided one way or the other, we would write to him; a promise which I redeemed the day after I reached Paris.
This day I think, August the 20th, we travelled over forty miles, along bog and mountain, passed within a few miles of the city of Cork, and then, taking a north-western direction, proceeded to the village of Blarney; where we slept on a loft with a number of carmen who were on their way to Cork with corn.
It is known to most people, at all familiar with the traditions of Ireland, that this village is one of her most classic spots.