Democratic Sentinel, Volume 6, Number 17, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 26 May 1882 — The Irish Thirst for Gere. [ARTICLE]

The Irish Thirst for Gere.

An FnpKahmun landed at Dublin a few months ago filled with apprehension that the life of any loyal subject of her Majesty was not worth a farthing there and thereabout. The Land Leaguers, he imagined, were all bloodthirsty assassins, and all that sort of thing. But it was his duty to travel in the land—a duty he approached with fear and trembling. Now, there happened to be on his route a number of towns, the names of which begin with the suggestive syllable “ Kil.” There were KUmartin and so on. In his ignorance of nomenclature his affrighted senses were startled anew on hearing a fellow passenger in the railway carriage remark to another as follows: “I’m just after bein’ over to Kilpatrick.” “And I,” replied the other, “am after bein’ over to Kilmary.” “ What murderers they are ! ” thought the Englishman. “ And to think that they talk of their assassinations so publicly!” But the conversation went on. “And share are you goin’ now?” asked assassin No. 1. “I’m goin’ home, and then to Kilmore,” was No. 2’s reply. The Englishman's blood curdled. “Kilmore, is it?” added No. 1. “You’d bettherbe coinin’ along wud me to Kilumaule! ” It is related that the Englishman left the train at the next station, probably to go back to the tight little island and report an alarming increase in the number of outrages in Ireland.