At Falcarragh, where six policemen are usually stationed, there are now forty.

Mr.Burke evidently thinks, though he did not say so, that Father Stephens has been spoiled of his sleep by the laurels of Father M'Fadden of Gweedore.
He is to be tried at Dunfanaghy on Tuesday, and there are now 150 troops quartered there--Rifles and Hussars.
"Are they not boycotted ?" I asked.
"No.

The people rather enjoy the bustle and the show, not to speak of the money the soldiers spend." Lord Ernest, who knows Mr.Olphert, sent him over a message by Mr.Burke that we would drive over to-morrow, and pay our respects to him at Ballyconnell.

From this Mr.Burke tried to dissuade us, but what he told us naturally increased our wish to go.
After luncheon I ordered a car, and drove to Derrybeg, to call there on Father M'Fadden, Lord Ernest, who has already seen him, agreeing to call there for me on his return from a walk.

We passed much reclaimed bogland, mostly now in grass, and looking fairly well; many piles of turf and clusters of cottages, well-built, but not very neatly kept.
From each, as we passed, the inevitable cur rushed out and barked himself hoarse.