but I struggled hard, and said, 'I
will not go without my pack; arrah, your Holiness! make them give me my
pack, which Shorsha gave me in Dungarvon times of old;' but my struggles
were of no use. I was pulled away and put out in the ould dungeon, and
his Holiness went away sore frighted, crossing himself much, and never
returned again.

"In the old dungeon I was fastened to the wall by a chain, and there I
was disciplined once every other day for the first three weeks, and then
I was left to myself, and my chain, and hunger; and there I sat in the
dungeon, sometimes screeching, sometimes hallooing, for I soon became
frighted, having nothing in the cell to divert me. At last the cook
found his way to me by stealth, and comforted me a little, bringing me
tidbits out of the kitchen; and he visited me again and again--not often,
however, for he dare only come when he could steal away the key from the
custody of the thaif of a porter. I was three years in the dungeon, and
should have gone mad but for the cook, and his words of comfort, and his
tidbits, and nice books which he brought me out of the library, which
were the 'Calendars of Newgate,' and the 'Lives of Irish Rogues and
Raparees,' the only English books in the library. However, at the end of
three years, the ould thaif of a rector, wishing to look at them books,
missed them from the library, and made a perquisition about them, and the
thaif of a porter said that he shouldn't wonder if I had them; saying
that he had once seen me reading; and then the rector came with others to
my cell, and took my books from me, from under my straw, and asked me how
I came by them; and on my refusal to tell, they disciplined me again till
the blood ran down my back; and making more perquisition they at last
accused the cook of having carried the books to me, and not denying, he
was given warning to leave next day, but he left that night, and took me
away with him; for he stole the key, and came to me and cut my chain
through, and then he and I escaped from the religious house through a
window--the cook with a bundle, containing what things he had. No sooner
had we got out than the honest cook gave me a little bit of money and a
loaf, and told me to follow a way which he pointed out, which he said
would lead to the sea; and then, having embraced me after the Italian
way, he left me, and I never saw him again. So I followed the way which
the cook pointed out, and in two days reac