been burnt alive; three Englishmen and five Irishmen had been killed in
the affray; making, independently of many severely wounded, a total of
thirty-eight who had perished on this disastrous morning.

The Irish who had attacked them were all tenants of the property
belonging either to him or Rainscourt--an immediate notice to quit was
given to them on the spot, and the dreadful word, emigration, thundered
in their ears. This brought them on their knees, with such crying and
beseeching, such uncouth and ridiculous gestures, as almost to create a
laugh among the English seamen who were witnesses to the scene.

"Well, if them ain't funny beggars, I'll be blowed," cried one of the
English seamen.

"Just the wae wid 'em," observed Conolly, "all honey or all vinegar--
there's never a good turn they won't do ye now. If it had not been for
the `cratur', there wouldn't have been this blow-up."

But to continue. The bodies of the dead in the shealing were consigned
to the earth as they lay, the four walls composing a mausoleum where
animosity was buried. The corpses of McDermot, and the Irish who had
been killed in the conflict, were removed by their friends, that they
might be waked. By the direction of McElvina the wounded English were
carried up by their former antagonists to the small town at the foot of
the castle, where surgical assistance was to be obtained. Seymour was
placed on a sort of bier that had been constructed for him, Emily and
her companions riding by his side; and the cavalcade wound up the hill,
the rear brought up by Mr Hardsett and the remainder of the English
crew. In two hours all were at their respective destinations; and
Seymour, who had been examined by the surgeon upon his arrival at the
castle, and whose wound had been pronounced by no means dangerous, was
in bed and fast asleep, Susan and Emily watching by his side.

Debriseau, who had recognised his quondam friend McElvina, and perceived
by his appearance, and the respect that was shown to him, that he had
been more fortunate in his career, since they had parted, than he had
himself, from a proud feeling of the moment, did not make himself known.
That McElvina, who had no idea of meeting him in such a quarter, should
not, in the hurry of the scene, distinguish his former associate,
covered as he was with dust and blood, and having the appearance more of
a New Zealand warrior than of any other living being, was not
surprising--and Debris