Chapter 3: The King In Ireland.

On the 12th of November, a vessel arrived in Dublin with the news that

William of Orange had landed at Torbay on the 5th. The news created the

wildest excitement. The Protestants, who had been deeply depressed, by

the apparent intention of James to hand back, to their original owners,

the land which had been wrested from them, now took heart and began

openly to arm. Upon the other hand, the Catholics felt that, if William

and the Whigs succeeded to the chief power in England, their faith, their

remaining property, and their lives were alike menaced, and they, too,

prepared to fight to the last for all they held dear.

Walter rode several times with his father into Dublin. The streets

presented a strange spectacle. They were crowded with Protestant

fugitives from the country districts. These had forsaken all, and flocked

into Dublin, fearing that the Irish would retaliate for past grievances

by a general massacre. The banks of the Liffey were crowded by these

fugitives, who, with tears and cries, besought the captains of the

vessels lying there to give them passage to England. All sorts of rumours

of bloodshed, massacre, and destruction circulated through the city. The

Protestants in the north were said to have fallen upon the Catholic

population, and to have put them to the sword, while in the south and

west it was said the Catholics had taken the same measures against the

Protestants. Both reports were equally false, but they were generally

believed, and added to the panic and dismay.

In fact, however, both parties were waiting. The Protestants dared not

commence hostilities until assured that William was firmly seated on the

English throne, and ready to come to their assistance. The Catholics were

equally desirous to maintain the peace, until assured that no hope

remained save the sword.

A month after John Whitefoot had left, Walter received a letter from him:

Dear Friend Walter:

You will have heard, no doubt, of the troubles that have arisen here. My

father sent me here to learn a trade, but at present, all men's minds are

so agitated that there is no talk save of arms and of fighting. My

kinsman is as bad as the others. He spends the day going hither and

thither among the townsfolk, and has been made an officer in one of the

six companies which have been raised here, and pays no further heed to

business. The town is mightily divided: the younger and more zealous

spirits are all for fighting, while almost all the older and wealthier

citizens are opposed to this.

"This is how the trouble began. The Earl of Tyrconnell sent, as you know,

three thousand soldiers to help King James, at the first news of the

landing of the prince, and to do so he withdrew the regiment which was in

garrison in this town. On the 7th of this month of December, the people

here heard that the regiment of the Earl of Antrim was approaching the

town to take the place of those troops. When the news arrived, there was

a sort of panic in the town, and the news was spread that this regiment

was intended to massacre the people.

"Why this should be I do not know, and I cannot but think that the alarm

was a false one. However, the regiment arrived on the river bank, and

some of its officers crossed and entered the city. When they were in

council with some of the leading citizens, a party of apprentices, with

some of the rabble, shut the gates. For some time there was great debate.

The older citizens were mostly in favour of admitting the earl's

regiment. Why, they asked, should Derry alone defy the power of

Tyrconnell and King James? If King William made his cause good, and came

over to Ireland to aid the Protestants, it would be time enough for the

men of Derry to join him, and to fight for their faith; but if they now

stood alone, they could do no good to the cause of King William, and

would bring destruction on themselves and their city.

"But these arguments were of no avail. The apprentices and all the young

men of the town, and the fugitives who had come in from the country

round, were all for fighting, and so the gates were kept shut; and Lord

Antrim, seeing that he could do nothing against such a strong place as

Derry, marched away with his regiment. This seems to me a fair account of

what has happened. What will come of it I know not; but, being a

Protestant, my feelings would incline me to the side of William. Yet it

seems to me that his friends here have acted hastily, in thus adventuring

themselves against all the forces of King James, and that sore trouble is

like to come upon the town. However, it is not for me to judge. I am as

warm as any of them in defence of our religion, and shall try to do my

best in case of need. I am sorry, dear Walter, that we have to take

different sides in this quarrel, but of course we are each of the opinion

of our elders, and must not blame each other for what is indeed not of

our own choosing.

"This is a fair city, standing on rising ground by a stately river, and

with strong walls; and at any other time life would be very pleasant

here, although living among so many people seems strange to me, after my

life on the farm. I hear all sorts of tales about fighting in other

parts, and of the slaughter of Protestants by rapparees, but know not

whether they are true. As my cousin, who is an earnest man, is wholly

taken up with the present affairs, and all business is at a stand, I have

little to do, and spend much of my time by the river side, and have taken

to fishing, which I like mightily, and yesterday I caught a fish weighing

three pounds, and we had him for dinner. I often wish you were with me.

Write me a long letter, and tell me all that you are doing.

"Your affectionate friend,

"John Whitefoot."

Indeed, throughout all Ireland preparations for war were going on. All

over the north, the Protestants were banding themselves in arms; and,

under the excuse of some outrages, committed by a few isolated parties of

peasants known as rapparees, were everywhere harrying the Catholics,

carrying fire and sword into quiet villages, burning, slaying, and

carrying off their grain and cattle. Throughout the whole of Ulster,

Charlemont and Carrickfergus alone remained in the hands of King James's

troops.

England and Scotland had now accepted William as their king, and James

had fled to France. With the exception of Ulster, Ireland remained

staunch to King James. In the south Lord Inshiquin, and in Connaught Lord

Kingston, had each raised corps among the Protestant settlers for

William, and were the first to commence hostilities, and the latter,

marching north, made an attack on Carrickfergus.

Tyrconnell now issued commissions to several of the Catholic nobility and

gentry, to raise troops for the king's service, and as the people

responded to the call readily, some fifty regiments of foot and several

troops of horse were soon raised. But though men were forthcoming in

abundance, there was a great want of arms and all munitions of war. There

were, in the government stores, only twenty thousand arms, and most of

these were old weapons, that had been returned to store as unserviceable,

and only about a thousand muskets were found to be of any use. There was

no artillery or ammunition, and no money with which these necessaries

could be purchased abroad. The gentry would have willingly contributed,

but all had been well-nigh ruined by the confiscation of their property,

and could do little towards filling the treasury.

Never did a nation enter upon a war so badly provided with all

necessaries as did Ireland, when she resolved to adhere to the cause of

her king, and to resist the power of England and Scotland, aided by that

of Holland and the Protestant States of Germany.

Mr. Davenant had been one of the first to respond to the invitation of

Tyrconnell, and had set about raising a troop of horse. He had no

difficulty in getting the number of men in Bray and the surrounding

villages, and the difficulty in mounting them was overcome by the

patriotism of sundry gentlemen and citizens of Dublin, who willingly

contributed their spare horses to the king's service.

Their arms were various. Some had swords, some short pikes, while a few

only had pistols; but the smiths everywhere toiled hard converting

scythes and reaping hooks into swords and pikes, and before they were

ready to take the field, the whole troop were provided with swords.

Walter had eagerly begged his father to appoint him cornet of the troop,

and Mr. Davenant might have yielded, had it not been for his wife's

entreaties. Even old Mrs. Davenant, intensely loyal as she was to the

cause of James, sided with her daughter in law.

"Of course, Fergus, you will do your duty to the king. It would indeed be

a shame for a Davenant to hold back; but, at Walter's age there can be no

occasion for him, as yet, to take a commission. I am ready to give my

son, as I gave my husband, to the king; and when Walter becomes a man, he

too must go, if duty demands it; but for the present, assuredly there is

no reason why such a boy should mix himself up in this unhappy struggle.

Besides, if aught befalls you, it is to him that his mother will have to

look in the future. There are hundreds and thousands of strong and active

men in Ireland, and the necessity has not yet come for boys to take the

field."

So Walter, to his intense disappointment, was refused the cornetcy of the

troop, but his father, who fully entered into his feelings, finally told

him that, when the troop took the field, he should accompany him.

"You are not to carry arms, Walter, or to mix yourself up in any way with

it. You will be a sort of camp follower, you know; but you will see all

that goes on, and will be able to prepare yourself to take your place in

the ranks, if the war should, unhappily, go on for any time."

With this Walter had to be satisfied; and, indeed, although somewhat

disappointed at not being, at once, allowed to join the troop, he felt

sure that it would not be very long before his father, once away from the

influence of his wife and mother, would allow him to join.

"May I take Larry with me, father? He would look after my horse, and

would be useful to you for running messages, and all sorts of things. He

wants to go very much. You see, his uncle and two or three of his cousins

have joined the troop, and he would have joined, too, if you had not

thought him too young."

"The worst of you and Larry is, that you are always getting into some

scrape together," Mr. Davenant said, with a smile.

"But I should not get into scrapes on such a business as this," Walter

said indignantly. "This is a serious affair, and of course, going with

you, I should be very particular."

"Yes, as long as I was close by, Walter. However, I don't mind your

taking Larry. He would, as you say, be useful, and you will want somebody

to look after your horse and act as your servant. We may be separated,

sometimes, for the troop may be sent on detached service, when I could

not take you with me."

The permission to take Larry quite reconciled Walter to the downfall of

his hopes of going as cornet, and, in high spirits, he hastened down to

the village, to tell Larry that his father had consented to his

accompanying him.

All through January, Mr. Davenant was busy drilling his troop. Throughout

all Ireland, both parties were preparing for the storm which was soon to

burst. Lord Mountjoy, a Protestant nobleman, was sent with his regiment,

which consisted for the most part of Protestants, to Derry. He held a

meeting with the leading townspeople, who agreed to admit the Protestant

soldiers, upon the condition that no more troops were sent. Accordingly,

the Protestant troops, under Colonel Lundy, entered the town, and Lord

Mountjoy assumed the governorship.

Tyrconnell soon perceived that he had made a mistake in sending Mountjoy

to Derry, for instead of overawing the inhabitants, his regiment had, in

fact, become a part of the rebel garrison. He therefore recalled Mountjoy

and sent him over to France, on the pretence of an embassy to King James,

but, as soon as he arrived there, he was treacherously thrown into

prison.

The people of Derry received quantities of powder and arms from Scotland,

and, on the 20th of February, the Prince of Orange was formally

proclaimed king in Derry; and this example was followed throughout

Ulster. This was, in fact, the beginning of the war. Anxious to save

Ireland from the horrors of civil war, Lord Granard, and other Protestant

noblemen of the council, joined Tyrconnell in issuing a proclamation,

ordering the Protestant corps to lay down their arms; and as they did not

obey, Lieutenant General Hamilton was despatched to the north, with a

thousand regular troops and a considerable number of irregulars.

These came up with the insurgents at Dromore, and defeated them with

great slaughter. They rallied at Hillsborough, but again were defeated

and scattered. Hamilton divided his force, and, marching through the

north, reduced Ulster to submission, with the exception only of the

fortified towns of Enniskillen and Derry. In the south General M'Carty

was equally successful in clearing Munster of William's adherents, and

defeated Lord Inshiquin in every encounter.

On the 14th of March, Mr. Davenant, who had ridden into Dublin, returned

in the evening with the news that the king had landed at Kinsale, two

days before, with fifteen hundred Irish troops in the pay of France, and

a hundred French officers, intended to aid in drilling the new levies.

"I am glad, indeed, that he has arrived, for had he been met on the seas

by the English fleet, all our hopes might have been dashed at a blow. Now

that he is with us, it will rouse the enthusiasm of the people to the

utmost. If he is wise, he will surely be able to unite all Ireland under

him; save of course the fanatics of the north, who, however, can do

nothing against the whole strength of the country, since Hamilton's

little force, alone, has been sufficient to put down all opposition, save

where they remain shut up behind the walls of Derry and Enniskillen.

"It is not with them that we have to cope alone--they would be utterly

powerless--it is with the army of England and Scotland we shall have to

fight. Unfortunately we have no fleet, and they can land wherever they

choose; but now the king is really among us, all who have hitherto

wavered will join. Let England and Scotland choose their king as they

will, but there is no reason why Ireland should desert its rightful

monarch at their bidding."

"When will the king arrive at Dublin, father?"

"He goes first to Cork, Walter. Tyrconnell has set out, and will meet him

there. They say he will be here in about ten days' time. The French

ambassador, the Marquis d'Avaux, comes with him, and many French nobles."

"Do you think, father, he will at once order that his friends shall

receive the land again which was taken from them by Cromwell's soldiers?"

"I hope not, my boy. It is his interest and not our own we must think of

now; and if Ireland is to resist, successfully, the English and

continental troops of Dutch William, we must be united--we must be

Irishmen first, Catholics and Protestants afterwards. I trust that he

will issue such proclamations as will allay the alarm of the Protestants,

and bind us all together.

"King James is not like his father. In no single case, since he came to

the throne, has he broken his royal word once given; therefore, all may

feel confidence in any promises he may make. I have, of course, no hope

that anything he can say will influence the fanatics of Derry and

Enniskillen, but we can afford to disregard them. They are entailing

misery and suffering upon themselves, without the slightest benefit to

the cause they advocate. If we beat the English, of course those places

must finally surrender. If the English beat us, they will get their Dutch

William as king, without any effort on their part. I think, myself, that

it will be very unwise to attempt anything against those two places. The

people there can shut themselves up in their walls, as long as they like,

and by so doing can in no way harm us. If we take their towns, it will

only add to the bad blood that already exists. Better by far leave them

to themselves, until the main battle is fought out."

On the 23rd, the news came that the king was to arrive in Dublin the next

day, and Mr. Davenant, or, as he was now called, Captain Davenant, went

over, with all the gentry of the neighbourhood, to meet him.

King James was received with enthusiasm. Addresses were presented to him

by the several public bodies, and by the clergy of the Established

Church. His answer to these addresses gave satisfaction to all. He

promised favour and protection to the Established Protestant Church;

issued an invitation to the Protestants who had fled the kingdom to

return to their homes, and assured them of safety and his particular

care; and he commanded that, with the exception of the military, no

Catholics should carry arms in Dublin. Finally, he summoned a parliament

to meet him in Dublin on the 7th of May.

One day, a messenger arrived with a despatch for Captain Davenant.

"We are to move into Dublin, tomorrow, Walter," he said when he read it.

"We are to take the field at once. The king himself is going to march in

command of us against Derry. I think his majesty is wrong; and I know

that Tyrconnell has argued strongly against his intention. There are

three reasons against it. First, as I told you, I think it were better to

leave Derry alone, until the main issue is settled. Secondly, King James

has no military experience whatever, and if ought goes wrong with the

expedition, he will lose prestige. Thirdly, although it were well for him

to be with the army when it fights a foreign foe, it were better that he

should not lead it against men who are, however much they may rebel

against him, his own subjects.

"I know Tyrconnell has set forth these objections to him; but, unhappily,

obstinacy is a fault of all the Stuart race, and it generally happens

that they are most obstinate when most wrong. However, I trust that when

Derry sees so strong a force marching against it, it will open its gates

without resistance. A siege can only entail horrible suffering on the

town; and that suffering will, in the end, tell against James's cause,

for it will excite the sympathy of the Protestants in England and

Scotland, and make them all the hotter to conquer Ireland."

The following day, the troop was mustered in front of the castle, and,

after a tender farewell to his wife and mother, Captain Davenant placed

himself at their head and rode off. A quarter of an hour later Walter,

with Larry Doolan on a rough little pony by his side, rode after the

troop.

Dublin was reached in the afternoon. The town presented a festive

appearance. The principal streets were still draped with the flags which

had been hung out at the king's entry, five days before. The streets were

thronged with people, for loyalists had come in from all parts of the

country to welcome the king.

Large numbers of men, belonging to the newly raised regiments, wandered

among the crowd, and with these were mingled the French uniforms of the

Irish troops who had come over with James. The troop was loudly cheered

by the crowd, as it passed through the town to the spot assigned to it in

the camp of the force gathered near the city. Walter and Larry rode a

short distance behind the troop, and joined it as soon as it reached the

ground allotted to it.

"It was a brave sight, father, was it not, to see the city decked out,

and all the people cheering for the king? Dublin is setting a fine

example--isn't it?"

"You must not set much weight upon the cheering of a crowd, Walter. I do

not say that the people of Dublin may not, at the present moment, be

loyal to the king; but if he were defeated, and William were to march in,

you would see that they would cheer him just as heartily. The mob of

London cheered King James, as he passed through it, a week before he was

so ill advised as to fly; and they threw up their hats for joy, a

fortnight later, for William. No, my boy--there is no dependence on a

mob. They worship success, and the king who is present is sure to be

vastly more dear to them than the king who is absent.

"And now you had better help Larry picket your horses. Put them by the

side of mine. See how the troopers fasten theirs, and do yours the same.

When that is done, send Larry to get hold of some wood, and light a fire.

It will be cold when the sun goes down. As for food, we have brought

enough with us for tonight. Tomorrow, I suppose, we shall get rations."

Captain Davenant now posted a certain number of men to look after the

horses, and the rest set off to cut firewood; and, in an hour, four or

five great fires were blazing. Forage was served out for the horses, from

the stores which had been collected, and also a truss of straw to every

three soldiers, as bedding.

Walter had, in the meantime, strolled away among the other camps, and was

greatly amused at the various shifts and contrivances that the men had

made to make themselves comfortable. A few only of the officers had

tents; for these, as well as all other necessaries of war, were wanting;

and the troops who had, for some little time, been in camp there, had

raised all sorts of shelter from the weather. Some had constructed little

huts of turf, thatched with straw or rushes; others had erected little

tents, some of sailcloth obtained from the shipping, others of blankets,

coarse linen cloaks, or any other articles on which they could lay hands.

All were in high spirits at the prospect of the termination of the

monotony of continued drill, and of the commencement of active

campaigning. Huge fires blazed everywhere, and the country, for some

distance round, had been completely stripped of its wood.

Everywhere was life and bustle. Men were cleaning their arms, preparatory

to the march of next day. Others were cooking at the fires. Troopers were

grooming their horses. Snatches of song, and loud laughter, rose in the

air.

After wandering about for an hour, Walter rejoined his father. Captain

Davenant was sitting with the two officers of his troop, Lieutenant

O'Driscoll and Cornet Heron, by a fire, the materials for which the three

troopers who acted as their servants had collected. There was no cooking

to be done, for sufficient cold provisions had been brought with the

troop.

"You are just in time, Walter," his father said. "We are going to fall

to, at once, at our meal.

"Hand over that cold chicken, Larry; and do you, Tim Donelly, broach that

keg of claret. Give me the bread, Fergus--that's right.

"Now, gentlemen, here's a hunk each. Plates are a luxury which we must do

without, in the field. Now let us fall to."

Walter seated himself on a truss of straw beside his father, and thought

he had never enjoyed a meal so much, in his life, as the bread and cold

chicken, eaten as they were in the open air in front of the crackling

fire. Each was provided with a horn, and these were filled from the keg.

"Here's to the king, gentlemen. Success to his arms!"

All stood up to drink the toast, and then continued their meal. Three

chickens vanished rapidly, and the troopers kept their horns filled with

claret.

"If we always do as well as that," Captain Davenant said, as they

finished the meal, "we shall have no reason to grumble. But I fear that's

too much to expect.

"Bring me my pipe and tobacco, Larry. You will find them in the holsters

of my saddle.

"Fergus, do you undo these trusses, and lay the straw out even--that will

do.

"Now, lads, you will find plenty more provisions in the wallet. Do you go

and get your own suppers, then give an eye to the horses. We shall not

want anything more."

For two or three hours, the three officers and Walter sat chatting by the

fire, occasionally piling on fresh logs. Gradually the din of voices in

the camp died away, and the bright fires burned down.

"I think we had better turn in," Captain Davenant said at last. "We must

be astir an hour before daylight, for we march as soon as it's light."

Rolling themselves in their long cloaks, they lay down upon the straw. It

was some time before Walter got to sleep. The novelty of the situation,

and the strangeness of lying with the night air blowing in his face, made

him unusually wakeful. Occasionally, too, a laugh, from some party who

were sitting late round their fire, attracted his attention, and the

sound of the snorting and pawing of the horses also kept him awake; but

at last he, too, went off to sleep.

In spite of his warm cloak, he felt stiff and chilled when the sound of

the trumpets and drums roused the camp.

"Well, Walter, how do you like sleeping in the open?" his father said, as

he rose to his feet and shook himself.

"I don't mind the sleeping, father, but the waking is not so pleasant.

However, I shall soon get accustomed to it, I suppose. But I always did

hate getting up in the dark, even when we were going out fishing."

"You won't always get as comfortable a bed as this, Walter; so don't

expect it. The time will come, ere long, when you will look back upon

this as absolute luxury. We are not likely to get straw another night, I

can tell you.

"Now, Fergus, bring that wallet here. We must breakfast before we get in

the saddle."

Walter came to the conclusion that breakfast, eaten in the dark, was a

very inferior meal to dinner before a great fire. However, he kept his

thoughts to himself, and, as soon as he had finished, went to aid Larry

in saddling the horses.

"I suppose I can ride with you today, father?" he said, as he mounted.

"Yes; there will not be any military display by the way. Many of the

soldiers have got nothing in the way of uniform at present. So you can

ride with me. But if any general officer comes along, you must draw off a

little, and drop behind with Larry, who will follow in the rear of the

troop."

As soon as daylight appeared, the bugles gave the signal, and the force,

preceded by its cavalry, started on its march towards the north.

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