Only this time they were tears of pride.
From door to door he went.
"St.Kernan's Hill at three," was all he said.

Some nodded, some said nothing, others agreed volubly.

On all their faces he read that they would be there.
On through the village he went until he reached the outskirts.

He paused and looked around.

There was the spot on which the little cabin he was born in and in which his mother died, had stood.