ing what I believe to be
the truth. The English have tried a new way to kill the Irish spirit,
and by God they look like succeeding. They couldn't kill it by
persecuting us, they couldn't kill it by ruining us, but they may kill
it by making us prosperous. I feel heart-broken when I talk to the
farmers. Money! That's all they think about. They rob their children of
their milk and feed them on tea, so's they can make a few more pence.
Oh, they're being anglicised, Henry! If we can only blow some of the
greed out of them, well have done something worth while!"

He was more convinced now than ever that the Irish were to be betrayed
by the English after the war.

"Look how they minimise our men's bravery at the front. Even the _Irish
Times_ is protesting!..."

It seemed to Henry to be ridiculous to believe that the English
government was deliberately depreciating the work of the Irish soldiers,
and he said so. "They hardly mention the names of any regiments," he
pointed out.

But John Marsh had an answer for him. He produced a despatch written by
a British admiral in which was narrated the story of the landing at
Suvla Bay and the beaches about Gallipoli.

"He mentioned the name of every regiment that took part in the landing,
except the two Irish regiments that did the hardest work and suffered
the most deaths. I suppose that was an accident, Henry, a little
oversight!"

"You don't think he left them out on purpose, do you?"

"I do. So does every man in Ireland, Unionist or Nationalist. You see,
we know this man in Ireland ... he's a well-known Unionist ... a bigot
... and there isn't a person in Ireland who doesn't believe that he
deliberately left the names of Dublins and the Munsters out of his
despatch. He forgot, when he was writing it, that he was a sailor, and
remembered only that he was a politician ... the kind that dances on
dead men's graves!"

It was difficult to argue with Marsh or with any one who thought as he
thought, in face of that despatch. The omission was inexplicable if one
did not accept the explanation offered by Marsh. The tradition of the
sea is an honourable one, and sailors do not do things like that ... the
scurvy acts of the cheaper politicians....

"You make a fence about your mind, John," said Henry, "and you spend all
your efforts in strengthening it, so that you haven't time either to
look over it and see what's beyond it, or to cultivate what's inside it.
You're just building