The Heir of Kilfinnan

Preface

The following tale contains materials for a fullsized novel, but mj readers probably will not object to have them condensed into a single

modest volume.

The scene of a considerable portion of the story is

laid on the coast of Ireland, where the peasantry mostly speak the native Irish, and I have therefore translated what my characters say into ordinary English rather than into the generally received brogue, which would be, coming from their lips, as inappropriate as Spanish or Dutch.

When English is spoken, it sounds somewhat highflown, but is certainly purer than the language of the same class in England. Thus, my hero talks more like a well-educated young gentleman than a iv Preface.

humble tisher lad. If that is considered a defect, I hope that it may be redeemed by the stirring incidents with which the tale abounds, and that old and young may alike find as much amusement as they expect in its perusal.

LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS.

" Throw yourself from your saddle, and

trust to me" Frontispiece

Suddenly a number of men sprang up and

seized the bridle of his pony . . Faci^ig page 58

The capture of the frigate. . . . ,, „ 298

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Suddenly a number of men sprang up and seized the bridle

of his pony.

Denham rescues Lady Nora.

See page rSj.

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Throw yourself from your saddle, and trust to me.

See page 234.

The capture of the frigate.

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THE HETE OF KILFINNAN,

Chapter I

The west coast of Ireland presents scenery of the most beautiful and romantic character. Here grey peaks rise up amidst verdure of emerald green ; trees of varied hue come feathering down close to the water ; yellow sands line the shores of many lonely bays ; dark rocks of fantastic shape extend out into the ocean, while deep blue lochs mirror on their bosoms the varied forms of the surrounding heights. On the south-west part of the coast a wide bay is to be found. At the extreme southern endj up a deep loch, a castle, the seat of an ancient family, reared its towers high above the waters. The bay came sweeping round at some places with a hard sandy beach ; then, again, the ground rose, leaving but a narrow ledge between the foot of the cliffs and the waters. Thus the shore extended on for some distance, forming a lofty headland, wlien it again sank to its former level. A reef of rocks ran out a considerable distance into the ocean, forming a natural breakwater to the bay. Here and there to the north were several deep indentations, in which fishing-boats and several coasting craft might find shelter. In some of these little bays fishermen had formed their habitations, mostly out of the wrecks of stout ships which had been cast on their rocky shores. In some of the coves or bays several huts had been congregated together, but a short distance north of the promontory which has been spoken of stood a single hut. It was strongly built of ships' timbers and roofed with stout planks, kept down by

heavy stones, so that, though the furious blasts which swept across the Atlantic blew against it, it had hitherto withstood the rough shocks to which it had been exposed.

The day was lovely ; not a cloud dimmed the blue heavens, while the sun setting over the distant ocean shed a glow of light across the waters, rippled by a gentle westerly breeze. Several boats were approaching the shore. In one of them sat a lad. No other person was to be seen on board. The dark nets were piled up in the centre of the boat, at the bottom of which a number of fish, still giving signs of life,

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showed that lie had been successful in his calling. Every now and then he looked up at the tanned sail to see that it drew properly, and then would cast his eye towards the shore to watch the point to which he was steering. He could scarcely have numbered twelve summers, though his figure was tall and slight. His trousers were rolled up above the knees, showing his well-turned legs and feet. His shirtsleeves were treated in the same manner, while the collar, thrown back, exhibited his broad and wellformed chest. His eyes were large and dark, and the hue of his skin gave indication that Spanish

blood was flowing in his veins ; while his dark locks escaping from beneath his fisherman's red cap, gave

a still more southern look to his well-chiseled features. His practical knowledge and activity seemed to have made up for his want of strength, for few boys of his age would have ventured forth to sea in a fishing-boat of that size by themselves. Another and a larger boat had been for some time steering a course to approach him.

"Ah! Dermot, me darlin' ; and all alone too?" said a man from the boat which now overtook him.

" Yes ! my mother was ill and unable to go off, so I went by myself; an' see. Uncle Shane, I have had a good haul for my pains."

*' I see, boy, an* sure I'm glad of it," said the first speaker; " but you are scarcely strong enough to go off alone, for should a gale spring up you would be unable to manage that boat by yourself."

" Och ! an' haven't I managed her before now in heavy weather ? " replied Dermot. " But suppose, Uncle Shane, I was lost, would you take care of my mother? She's not so strong as she used to be; toil has worn her down, working hard for me when I ought to have been toiling for her."

" I will," answered Shane.

" Will you swear it, uncle, by the Holy Virgin and the blessed saints ? "

" I will, Dermot, as I hope for mercy in the day of trouble. But why do you ask that question ?"

*' Because, uncle, as I was pulling up my nets I slipped and almost fell overboard, I thought that had my feet been entangled, as they might have been, 1 should have gone down an' been unable to regain the boat. We none of us know what may happen : but could I feel that my mother would be protected from want, it would nerve my arm, and make me feel more ready for whatever lot may be in store for me."

" Boy," observed the elder fisherman, looking at bis nephew, " you are thoughtful above your years ;

but tlie saints will protect you, and I will not forget fco make an offering to St. Nicholas, that ho may watch over you."

Thus conversing the old man and the lad steered their boats towards the shore side by side, the former hauling in his mainsail somewhat to lessen the speed of his boat. They parted to the northward of the promontory described, Dermot steering for the little cove in which stood the solitary hut already spoken of, while his uncle continued along the shore a little further to the north.

Dermot ran his boat between two rocks, at the end of which was a small sandy beach, where a capstan being placed he was enabled to haul her up out of the water. As he approached, a woman was seen descending from the hut. The same dark eyes and raven hair, though somewhat streaked with white in her case, which characterized the boy, was observable in the woman. Her figure was thin and wiry, giving indication of the severe toil to which she was exposed. She was dressed in a rough frieze petticoat, with a dark handkerchief drawn across her bosom, and the usual red cloak and hood worn at that time by most of the peasantry of the west of Ireland was thrown over her shoulders.

" Mother ! " exclaimed the boy, " see, T have done

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well ; I have had a better haul than we have got for many a day."

"-And may be, Dermot, we will have a better market too," observed the woman, *' It is said the Earl has come to the castle with many fine people, and they will be wanting fish to a certainty. It would be too late now to go, they would not see you ; but to-morrow morning, as soon as the sun is up, you shall set forth, and to be sure they'll be glad to buy fish of my Dermot," The woman drew herself up as she spoke, and looked towards the boy with a glance of pride, as if she would not exchange him for any of the highest born in the land.

" How are you, mother ? " asked Dermot; " have all those aches of which you were complaining gone away ? Do you feel strong again ? "

" Yes ; the saints were merciful ; I did not forget to pray to them, and they have heard me," answered the woman.

With her, as with most of her countrywomen, superstition, if it had not altogether taken the place of religion, had been strangely mixed up with it; yet she spoke in a tone of simple and touching faith, at which no one with any feehng would have ventured to sneer.

Next morning, Dermot, laden with the finest of his fish in a basket at his back, set off along the shores of the bay towards Kilfinnan Castle. The approach to it was wild and picturesque. A narrow estuary, having to be crossed by a bridge, almost isolated the castle from the mainland, for the ground on which the old fortress stood was merely joined to it by a rugged and nearly impassable ledge of rocks. The castle itself was of considerable size and strongly built, so that it could well withstand the gales which,

from time to time, circled round it. Dermot had but little natural timidity or shyness ; yet he felt somewhat awed when, having missed the back approach used by the servants of the establishment, he found himself at the entrance-hall, in which a number of well-dressed persons were assembled on their way to the breakfast-room. Some passed him carelessly.

" Oh, here, papa, is a fisher-boy with such fine fish,'* said a young and fair girl as she ran up to a tall and dignified man, who at that moment appeared,

" Why, boy, what brought you here ? " asked the gentleman.

" To sell some fish; I caught them myself," was Dermot's answer. " They are fine and fresh. 1 will wil me what they are worth,"

The gentleman seemed amused at the boy's composure, and stepping forward looked into tlie basket which Dermot opened to exhibit his fish.

" You are right, boy. Send Anderson here,*' he said, turning to a footman. '' We will purchase your fish, and you may come whenever you can bring others as fine."

Several ladies of the party seeing the Earl, for the

gentleman who spoke was the owner of the castle,

addressing the boy, came forward, and now, for the

first time, remarked his handsome features and picturesque, though rough, costume.

The little girl begged that the fish might be taken out of the basket to be shown to her, and seemed delighted with the brightness of their scales and their elegant forms.

" Look after the boy, Anderson, and give him some breakfast," said the Earl, as the head cook appeared, and Dermot, finding himself more noticed than he was ever before in his life, was conducted down below to the servants' quarters. Although they were town servants, and would certainly have disdained to speak to a mere beggar-boy, or io a young country clown, there was something in Dermot's unaffected manner and appearance which won their regard, and they treated him with far more

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kindness and attention than would otherwise have been the case.

Highly delighted with this his first visit to the

castle, Dermot returned to his mother's hut to give her an account of what had occurred. That evening she was sufficiently recovered to accompany him on their usual fishing expedition. Again they were successful, and the next morning Dermot once more made his appearance at the castle. He was received much in the same manner as on the previous occasion. His fish were exhibited before being taken below, and greatly to his astonishment a lady of the party begged that he would stand where he was, with his basket in his hand, while she produced her sketch-book and made a portrait of him. Dermot

scarcely understood the process that was going forward, and was somewhat relieved when the breakfast bell sounding, the lady was compelled to abandon her undertaking.

" But I must have you notwithstanding, young fisher-boy," said the lady. " You must come back after breakfast and hold one of those fish in your hand ; I have only made the outline, and the drawing will not be perfect until it is well coloured."

" He does not understand the honour that has been done him/' observed an elderly dame to the fair ro Tfie Heir of Kilfinnan.

artist ; " still he looks intelligent, and perhaps when he sees himself on paper he will be better pleased than he appears to be at present."

Dermot scarcely understood all that was said, for though he spoke English very fairly, he could not comprehend the language when spoken rapidly.

Breakfast being concluded, he was again summoned to the hall, and to his utter astonishment he was made to stand with the fish in his hand, while the young lady continued her sketch. As a reward she exhibited it to him when it was finished. He blushed when he saw himself, for she was no mean artist, and she had done him ample justice. Indeed he looked far more like the Earl's son, dressed in a fisherboy's costume, than what he really was.

" Could my mother see that picture ? " he asked at length, " I am sure she would like it, she knows more about those things than I do, for I have never seen anything of that sort before."

'* What ! Have you never seen a picture before ? " exclaimed the young lady in surprise, "nor a print, nor a painting ? "

Dermot shook his head — " No, nothing of the sort. I did not think that anything so like life could be put on paper."

" Cannot you read ? " asked the lady.

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" No," said Dermot, " I have no book. The priest can read, but there are few people else in this part of the country who can do so/'

" Oh ! you must be taught to read, then," exclaimed the young lady. " It is a pity that you should be so ignorant. Would you not like to learn ? "

*^ Yes ! " said the boy, looking up, " and to draw such figures as that. I should like to learn to place you on paper. You would make a far more beautiful picture than that is."

The young lady smiled at the boy's unsophisticated compliment : " Well, if you will come to the castle, I will try to teach you to read at all events," she answered. " I should like such a pupil, for I am sure you would learn rapidly."

" And I must help you, Lady Sophy," said the little girl, who had been the first to draw attention to Dermot. " I am sure I should teach him to read very quickly, should I not, little fisher-boy ? You would like to learn of me, would you not ? "

"Indeed I would," answered Dermot, looking at

her with an expression of gratitude. " You are very

gentle and kind, but I would not learn of those who

try to force me."

" When will you begin ? " asked Lady Sophy.

" To-morrow, I long to gain the art vou speak of/* answered the boy eagerly. " The priest tells me many things I have not known. Perhaps I shall be able to tell him some things he does not know."

"So you wish to show this portrait to your mother?" observed Lady Sophy, in a kind tone. " I cannot trust you with it, but if you will tell me her name and where she lives, we will ride over some day and pay her a visit."

"My mother is Ellen O'Neil, the Widow O'Neil, she is generally called, for my father is dead. She

is a kind mother to me, and there are not many like her," answered the boy with a proud tone, showing how highly he prized his remaining parent. " But our hut is not fit for such noble ladies as you are to enter," he added, now gazing round the hall and for the first time comparing it with his own humble abode. " It is but a fisherman's hut, and my mother and I live there alone. You could scarcely indeed ride down to it without the risk of your horses falling. If you will let me have the picture I will promise you faithfully that I will bring it

back."

" No, no ! " answered the young lady, laughing ; " perhaps your mother might keep it, and I want to have an excuse for paying her a visit. So we will come, tell her, and we shall not mind how small the hut may be."

Dermot was at length compelled to explain where his mother's hut was to be found, though he again warned the ladies that the approach to it was dangerous, and entreated them to keep well to the right away from the sea as they crossed the downs.

They promised to follow his injunction, and at length allowed him to take his departure. This he was anxious to do, as he knew that it was time to put off, to haul the nets which had been laid down in the morning.

Day after day, while the fine weather lasted and fish were to be procured, Dermot paid a visit to the castle, and each morning after breakfast was over, the young ladies insisted on giving him his reading lesson. He made rapid progress, and after a few days, they gave him a book that he might take home and study by himself.

Hitherto Lady Sophy and her friends at the castle, had not paid their promised visit to the fisherman's cottage. At length, however, one evening just as Dermot and his mother had landed, they heard voices on the downs above their hut, and looking up Dermot espied the party from the castle.

They were standing irresolute what path to take. He instantly climbed up the cliff by a pathway which speedily placed him by their side. He begged them to dismount, and undertook to conduct Lady Sophy and the little girl, whom he heard addressed as Lady Nora, down to the hut.

" I have brought the drawing as I promised," said Lady Sophy, taking a portfolio from the groom who held their horses. *' I will show it to your mother, and perhaps she will let me take hers also."

There were other ladies and several gentlemen, and

they expressed an intention of coming also down to the hut. Lady Sophy guessed that this would not be pleasant to the boy's mother, and begged them to continue their ride along the downs, promising in a short time to rejoin them. Dermot was greatly relieved, for he knew his mother would be much annoyed at having so many visitors ; at the same time he felt equally sure she would be pleased at seeing the two young ladies.

Widow O'Neil had just reached her hut with a basket of fish on her shoulders. As the young ladies entered, conducted by Dermot, she placed two threelegged stools and begged them to be seated, for there waa no chair in the hut.

" You have come to honour an old fish- wife with a visit, ladies," she said; ^^you are welcome. If I lived in a palace you would be more welcome still. My boy has told me of your kindness to him. A mother's heart is grateful. I can give nothing in return, but again I say, you are welcome."

W made him," said Lady Sophy. " Here, see, do you think it like him ? "

" Oh ! like him ! " exclaimed the widow, lifting up her hands ; '* indeed, like him, and far more like him who has gone — his father — whose grave lies ofi" there in the cold dark sea. I would that I could possess that drawing, I should prize it more than pearls ! "

" I will make you a copy," said Lady Sophy, " on one condition, that you allow me to make a drawing of yourself."

"Of me! of the old fish-wife?" exclaimed the astonished widow. " There is little that would repay you for doing that, lady !"

The young lady smiled as she gazed at the picturesque costume and the still handsome features of the woman, although the signs of age had already come upon them. Her eyes were unusually bright, but her cheek and mouth had fallen in, and her figure having lost all the roundness of youth, was thin and wiry.

" Oh yes, you would make a beautiful picture," exclaimed the young lady, looking at her with the enthusiasm of an artist. " Do sit still on that cask for a time with a basket of fish at your feet. You must let me draw you thus. Remember, if you will not, I cannot promise to make a copy of your son's likeness for you."

" As you will, ladies," answered the fish-wife. ** The bribe you offer is great. As for me, it matters little what you make of me. You are likely to give

me qualities I do not possess."

Although she used appropriate terms, she spoke the English with some difficulty. It was unusual for any of the peasantry of that part of the coast in those days to speak English, and how she had acquired a knowledge of the language, and had been able to impart it to her son, it was difficult to say. Perhaps her husband might have spoken it, or her younger days might have been passed in some distant part of the country, and yet she had the characteristic features of the people in the south-west of Ireland, many of whom are descended from Spanish settlers, who had crossed over in ancient davs from the coast of Snain.

Dermot stood by Lady Nora's side, watching witli looks of astonishment the progress made by Lady Sophy's pencil. He hastened to bring her a cup of water that she asked for, to moisten her colours ; still greater was his surprise when he saw the tints thrown in and gradually a very perfect portrait produced of his mother.

He clapped his hands with delight. " It's her, it's her," he exclaimed; "I wish that thus she could always be. Oh, lady, if you give my mother a likeness of me, I must ask you to give me a copy of that portrait. It's beautiful ; it's like her in every respect. If I were away from her, I should think it could speak to me."

"Away from her," said the woman, looking up and speaking to herself. " Oh, that so dark a day should ever arrive, and yet am I to keep him always by me, perhaps to share the fate of his father."

The words scarcely reached the ears of those in the hut.

At length Dermot obtained a promise from Lady Sophy that she would give him a copy of the portrait she had just taken. He now accompanied her and her young companion to the spot where they had left the horses.

" You must promise to come to-morrow, Dermot,"

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Baid the Lady Sophy ; ** we wish to push you on with your lessons, for we shall not be here much until year."

Chapter II

Dbemot promised Lady Sophy to read all the books she had given him. When they left his mother's hut he begged leave to accompany her and Lady Nora, in order that he might see them across the downs. He had discovered during his visits to the castle that the young Lady Nora was the Earl of Kil-

finnan's only daughter. He had a son also ; a noble little boy he had heard. He was away at school in England ; his father being fully conscious that an Irish castle in those days was not a place favourable to education. The Earl had a great affection for his boy, the heir to his title and estates. The former, indeed, should the young Lord Fitz Barry die without male descendants, would pass away, though the Lady Nora would inherit the chief part of his estate.

Lady Sophy was a relation of his late wife's, for he was a widower, and she remained with him as a companion to his young daughter, though consider. ably older than she was. The rest of the persons seen at the castle were guests, with the exception of a lady of middle age, a Mrs. Rollings, who acted as governess and chaperone to the young ladies.

Dermot continued his visits to the castle. Sometimes the Earl saw him, and seemed amused at the interest taken in him by his young niece and daughter. He observed also, that the boy was somewhat out of the common way, and he suggested that after they had left the west of Ireland, he should be sent to obtain instruction from a neighbouring clergyman, a friend of his, and the only person capable of imparting it.

At that time schools and missions were not known in the west of Ireland, The priests, almost as ignorant as their flocks, had unbounded sway among the population. Often the Protestant clergyman was the only person for miles round who possessed any education whatever. The peasantry were consequently ignorant and superstitious, and easily imposed upon by any one who chose to go among them with that object.

Lady Sophy was delighted with the "suggestion made by the Earl, and insisted on at once carrying out the arrangement.

•* Yes, indeed it is a pity that so intelligent a boy should be left in ignorance," remarked the Earl. " Here is a five-pound note ; do you take it from me to Mr. Jamieson, and beg that he will do his best to instil some knowledge into the mind of the fisher -boy."

There was a dash of romance, it must be owned, in the Earl's composition, and he was besides a kind-hearted and liberal man. Dermot O'Neil might well have considered himself fortunate in having fallen

among such friends.

Lady Sophy and Lady Nora instantly set off to call upon Mr. Jamieson, whose vicarage was about

three miles distant from the castle, though somewhat nearer to Dermot's abode. The clergyman was rather amused at first with the account given

him by the young ladies. He promised, however, to follow out the Earl's wishes, and begged that Dermot might come to him directly they left the country; "Audi shall be ready to undertake his education at once, Lady Sophy," he said.

^* No, no ! " was the answer ; " we cannot give him up yet ; it is quite a pleasure teaching him. He already reads English with tolerable fluency, though we have not attempted yet to teach him to write. We must leave that to you."

Dermot, with a grief he had not expected to feel, saw the party take their departure from the castle. The young ladies kindly nodded to him as their carriage rolled past the spot where he stood.

" There's a bright light gone from amongst us," he said to himself. " Did I ever before dream that such creatures existed on earth."

He returned to his home in a mood totally strange to him. His mother, however, had reason to congratulate herself on the Earl's visit, for it enabled her, from the payment she received for her fish, to provide in a way she had never before done for the coming winter. This made her the more willingly consent that Dermot should go over every day to obtain instruction from Mr. Jamieson, the good clergyman, who was so pleased with the fisher-boy, that he took particular pains in instructing him, and not only was Dermot in a short time able to read any book that was put into his hands, but he also learned to write with considerable ease. His mind naturally expanded with the books given him to study, and as he obtained information, he became greedy for more.

Although Mr. Jamieson had at first only intended teaching him the simple rudiments of reading and writing, he became so interested in the progress made by his pupU, that he felt desirous of imam parting all the knowledge Dermot was capable of acquiring. \

Thus the winter passed away. Dermot, in spite of wind and rain, or sleet or cold, persevered in his visits to the vicarage. He gained also an acq" tance with religious truth, of which before he had been profoundly ignorant. It was not very perfect, perhaps, but Mr. Jamieson put the Bible into his hands, and he thus obtained a knowledge of its contents possessed by few of those around. Had the neighbouring parish priest, Father O'Rourke, discovered whither he was going, and the change that was constantly taking place in him, he would probably have endeavoured to interfere, and prevent him from paying his visits to the Protestant clergyman. Although he might not have hindered Dermot from doing as he chose, he probably would have alarmed his mother, who, though tolerably intelligent, was too completely under the influence of superstition to have understood clearly the cause of the priest's interference. In a certain sense, to Dermot's mind, the advantage he possessed was not so great as at first sight might appear. As he advanced in knowledge he became less and less contented with his lot in life, or rather the wish increased