utely no sign of life or movement in the "Salmon Arms,"
or "The Rose," or whatever its name may be. Thus we stride down the
street of Kilfinane in lonely grandeur till we come to the
schoolmaster's house, to be presently converted with the schools into
a barrack. Schoolmaster and wife are being temporarily evicted to make
room for the military, in whose behalf a quantity of work is being
done, not surely by the "Boycotters," who have already determined to
"Boycott" the soldiers as far as they can by refusing to let a car
carry a single article from the railway station. The military when
they arrive and give that sense of security attached to a redcoat in
Ireland, will be obliged to bring every kind of vehicle and transport
animal with them.

In the cabbage garden of the school-house I meet an old acquaintance,
Sub-Inspector Fraser, of the Royal Irish Constabulary, who seems to
enjoy a monopoly of posts in which the roughest kind of "constabulary
duty is to be done." Whether he esteems his "lot a happy one" I do
not know; but at any rate, he looks hearty and healthy enough upon it,
and is mightily cheerful withal. He has finished off one tough job,
for it was Mr. Fraser who was left at Pallas on the great day when
horse, foot, and artillery smote the combined "Three and four year
olds," or, rather, would have smitten them if they had been so
misguided as to show fight. I have already recorded how the Palladians
on that memorable occasion displayed a keen appreciation of the better
part of valour, and I also marked my surprise that after it had taken
"the fut and the dthragoons in shquadrons and plathoons," and "the
boys who fear no noise" to boot, to bring the "makings" of a police
hut from the railway station, where they lay "Boycotted," to Bourke's
farm, twenty-five constables should have been judged a sufficiently
imposing force to overawe the Palladians and to build the hut. But I
hear that Mr. Fraser's slender army proved quite sufficient for its
purpose, and that the hut is not only built, but very well built, and
likely to vex the souls of the Palladians for some time to come. There
is plenty of work to do in getting ready for the soldiers. Masons and
carpenters are hard at work--that is to say, as hard as anybody ever
works in this part of Ireland.

On the dairy farms, which form the principal "industry"--save the
mark!--of this rich part of the country, the life of the male kind is
of the laziest imaginable. E