He quickly replied:'You are Hardress Fitzgerald,the bloody popish captain,that hanged the twelve men at Derry.'
I felt that I was in some danger,but being a strong man,and used to perils of all kinds,it was not easy to disconcert me.
I looked then steadily at the fellow,and,in a voice of much confidence,Isaid:
'I am neither a Papist,a Royalist,nor a Fitzgerald,but an honester Protestant,mayhap,than many who make louder professions.'
'Then drink the honest man's toast,'
said he.'Damnation to the pope,and confusion to skulking Jimmy and his runaway crew.'
'Yourself shall hear me,'said I,taking the largest pewter pot that lay within my reach.'Tapster,fill this with ale;I grieve to say I can afford nothing better.'
I took the vessel of liquor in my hand,and walking up to him,I first made a bow to the troopers who sat laughing at the sprightliness of their facetious friend,and then another to himself,when saying,'G--damn yourself and your cause!'I flung the ale straight into his face;and before he had time to recover himself,I struck him with my whole force and weight with the pewter pot upon the head,so strong a blow,that he fell,for aught I know,dead upon the floor,and nothing but the handle of the vessel remained in my hand.
I opened the door,but one of the dragoons drew his sabre,and ran at me to avenge his companion.With my hand I put aside the blade of the sword,narrowly escaping what he had intended for me,the point actually tearing open my vest.
Without allowing him time to repeat his thrust,I struck him in the face with my clenched fist so sound a blow that he rolled back into the room with the force of a tennis ball.
It was well for me that the rest were half drunk,and the evening dark;for otherwise my folly would infallibly have cost me my life.As it was,I reached my garret in safety,with a resolution to frequent taverns no more until better times.
My little patience and money were well-
nigh exhausted,when,after much doubt and uncertainty,and many conflicting reports,I was assured that the flower of the Royalist army,under the Duke of Berwick and General Boisleau,occupied the city of Limerick,with a determination to hold that fortress against the prince's forces;and that a French fleet of great power,and well freighted with arms,ammunition,and men,was riding in the Shannon,under the walls of the town.
But this last report was,like many others then circulated,untrue;there being,indeed,a promise and expectation of such assistance,but no arrival of it till too late.
The army of the Prince of Orange was said to be rapidly approaching the town,in order to commence the siege.
On hearing this,and being made as certain as the vagueness and unsatisfactory nature of my information,which came not from any authentic source,would permit;at least,being sure of the main point,which all allowed--namely,that Limerick was held for the king--and being also naturally fond of enterprise,and impatient of idleness,I took the resolution to travel thither,and,if possible,to throw myself into the city,in order to lend what assistance I might to my former companions in arms,well knowing that any man of strong constitution and of some experience might easily make himself useful to a garrison in their straitened situation.
When I had taken this resolution,I was not long in putting it into execution;and,as the first step in the matter,I turned half of the money which remained with me,in all about seventeen pounds,into small wares and merchandise such as travelling traders used to deal in;and the rest,excepting some shillings which I carried home for my immediate expenses,I sewed carefully in the lining of my breeches waistband,hoping that the sale of my commodities might easily supply me with subsistence upon the road.
I left Dublin upon a Friday morning in the month of September,with a tolerably heavy pack upon my back.
I was a strong man and a good walker,and one day with another travelled easily at the rate of twenty miles in each day,much time being lost in the towns of any note on the way,where,to avoid suspicion,I was obliged to make some stay,as if to sell my wares.
I did not travel directly to Limerick,but turned far into Tipperary,going near to the borders of Cork.
Upon the sixth day after my departure from Dublin I learned,CERTAINLY,from some fellows who were returning from trafficking with the soldiers,that the army of the prince was actually encamped before Limerick,upon the south side of the Shannon.
In order,then,to enter the city without interruption,I must needs cross the river,and I was much in doubt whether to do so by boat from Kerry,which I might have easily done,into the Earl of Clare's land,and thus into the beleaguered city,or to take what seemed the easier way,one,however,about which I had certain misgivings --which,by the way,afterwards turned out to be just enough.This way was to cross the Shannon at O'Brien's Bridge,or at Killaloe,into the county of Clare.
I feared,however,that both these passes were guarded by the prince's forces,and resolved,if such were the case,not to essay to cross,for I was not fitted to sustain a scrutiny,having about me,though pretty safely secured,my commission from King James--which,though a dangerous companion,I would not have parted from but with my life.
I settled,then,in my own mind,that if the bridges were guarded I would walk as far as Portumna,where I might cross,though at a considerable sacrifice of time;and,having determined upon this course,I
turned directly towards Killaloe.
I reached the foot of the mountain,or rather high hill,called Keeper--which had been pointed out to me as a landmark--lying directly between me and Killaloe,in the evening,and,having ascended some way,the darkness and fog overtook me.