s of this world, had nothing frightful about him. There was
beauty in the way he was lying in the roadway ... in that careless,
graceful attitude ... as if he were gratefully resting after much
labour....

He looked across the roadway, and now it was plain that the shapeless
thing that had looked in the dim light like paper blown to a corner by
the wind, was a dead man. He, too, was lying on his back, with his legs
stretched straight out and slightly parted ... and while Henry looked at
him, it seemed to him that the man was familiar to him. The brown
dust-coat he was wearing!... And then he remembered. It was the
red-haired, angry-looking, nervous man, who had chewed his moustache and
gaped about him with bloodshot eyes....

He dressed, and went downstairs. The servants were up, and moving about
the house, and one of them came to him.

"Will you have your breakfast now, sir!" she asked, and when he had
answered that he would, she said, "There's no milk, sir. The milkman
didn't come this morning!"

"It doesn't matter," he replied. "I'll have it without!"

He went to the front of the house, while his breakfast was being
prepared, and looked out of the window. In the bushes on the other side
of the road, he could see a youth, crawling on his stomach, and dragging
a rifle after him. He raised himself on to his knees, and glanced up at
the hotel, where there were some soldiers who had been brought in during
the night, and when he had raised himself, the soldiers in the upper
windows saw him, and fired on him. He got up and ran across the path
towards the shelter of the trees, and as he ran, the bullets spattered
about him. Then he staggered ... and Henry could not see him again.

3

An ambulance came and the bodies of the rebel and the labourer were put
into it and taken away. The horse had been hauled to the pavement, and
it lay in a great congealed mess of blood that had poured from a gash in
its throat....

4

Later in the morning, the people began to move about, and after a while
the streets were full of sightseers. It was possible now to learn
something of what happened on the previous day and during the night.
There had been fierce fighting in places. Soldiers were hurrying from
the Curragh, from the North of Ireland, from England. The thing was
serious ... the rebels had seized various strategic points, and were
determined to fight hardly. During the night, realising that Stephen's
Green was a dangero