the rest of it is all
"botheration," and that Pallas folk are going to "have their own"
again, as was once said of a Stuart king, who did not get it
nevertheless. I am not assuming that the opinion of a farmer anxious
to get rid of his principal debt is that of all Munster; I merely give
his observation for what it is worth, and as a sign that the hope of
concession is gradually enlarging demand.

Driving in the direction of Castlegard, I pass the signs of an
eviction which took place at least a fortnight ago. The outgone
tenant's bedsteads and wash-hand-stands are piled up against the wall
as if crying to Heaven for vengeance against the oppressor. The
display strikes me as entirely theatrical, for it is well known that
vengeance is not left to Heaven by Pallas people, but confided to
Snider bullets. The bailiff's left in charge of the house have been
attacked, and yesterday an iron hut for lodging four policemen on the
disputed property was brought to Pallas station. It went no further,
however, for neither horse nor cart could be got to convey any
fragment of the accursed fabric to the spot required. It is expected
that the district will, after this display of "tyranny" on the part of
the police, "strike" against them and refuse to supply them with food
or forage. Pursuing the road past Castlegard I meet another crowd of
tenants and learn that they also have been to a rent gathering, and
have been offered acceptance of Griffith's valuation if the balance
between that and the rent be considered as a "reduction" without
prejudice to further arrangements, and without fixing a standard of
value. This proposition remains under consideration, and is favourably
viewed by the tenants. It seems, however, that everybody is afraid, or
pretends to be afraid, to act without the sanction of the Land League.
I am vastly inclined to think that in many parts of the country
farmers pretend to be more scared than they really are, but around
Castlegard they have evidently some cause for alarm. I called upon a
farmer who has committed the unpardonable crime of failing to be, as
Ouida would say, "true to his order." He has been so lost to all the
sentiments of manhood and of patriotism as to pay his rent. No sooner
was it known that he was guilty of this dastardly deed than he was
spoken of as a marked man, and three nights ago a Snider bullet was
fired through his front door into the hall of his newly-built house.
I saw the hole made b