Was it the skull of a patriot or of a policeman?
of a "White-boy" or of a "landlord"?
One thing only was apparent from the conformation of the grisly relic.
It was the skull of a Celt.

Probably, therefore, not of a land agent, shot to repress his fiduciary zeal, but perhaps of some peasant selfishly and recklessly bent on paying his rent.
While we wandered amid the ruins we came suddenly upon a woman wearing a long Irish cloak, and accompanied by two well-dressed men.

One of the men started upon catching sight of Colonel Turner, who was of our party, grew quite red for a moment, and then very civilly exchanged salutations with him.

The party walked quietly away on a lower road leading to Ennis.

When they had gone Colonel Turner told us that the man who had spoken to him was a local Nationalist of repute and influence in Ennis.
"He would never have ventured to be civil to me in the town," he said.