On the Kilmeena banner appears, "No prison
cell nor tyrant's claim Can keep us from our glorious aim." The
Glendahurk men proclaim on another green banner, bearing the harp
without the crown, that "Those who toil Must own the soil;" and the
Mulrawny contingent call upon the people to "Hold the Mountain," to
cry "Down with the Land Grabbers," and "God save Ireland." The musical
arrangements are of the humblest kind, and not a single man is armed,
at least outwardly, and not one in twenty carries a stick. All is
quiet and orderly, and the same tranquil demeanour obtains at
Tiernaur, or rather at Newfield Chapel, appointed as the
trysting-place after morning service. In accordance with recent
regulations there is no ostentatious display of police, but everybody
knows that a strong detachment is posted in Mrs. Hunter's house, and
that on any sign of disturbance they will promptly put in an
appearance. On the side of the Government, as on that of the people,
there is an obvious desire to avoid any semblance of an appeal to
force.

The scene at Newfield Chapel is both interesting and beautiful.
Tiernaur lies between the brown mountains and a sapphire sea, studded
with islands rising precipitously from its level. In front lies the
lofty eminence of Clare Island, below which appears to nestle the
picturesque castle of Rossturk. The bay--which is said to hold as many
islands as there are days in a year and one over--presents a series
of magnificent views. One might be assisting at one of the meetings of
the Covenanters held amid the seas and mountains of Galloway, but with
the difference that the faith of the meeting is that of the Church of
Rome, and that the scenery is far grander than that of Wigton and
Kirkcudbright. It is a natural amphitheatre of sea and mountain,
perfect in its beauty, but for one dark spot, just visible--the place
where Hunter was shot. The chapel, modest and unpretending, is a
simple, whitewashed edifice, surrounded by a white wall, over which
gleam, in the already declining sun, the red and black plaid shawls of
the peasant women who have remained after mass to witness the
proceedings. Not a dozen bonnets are present, and hardly as many hats,
for nearly all the women and girls wear the shawl pulled over their
heads, Lancashire fashion. In appearance the people contrast
favourably with those of the inland towns of county Mayo. The men look
active and wiry, and the women are well grown and in many case