"He looked very picturesque," said Mr.Holmes, "in a light grey suit, with a broad white beaver shading his dark Spanish face; and smoked his cigar very composedly." After it was over, Dr.Dillon brought up one of the tenants, and presented him to Mr.Davitt as "the man who had resisted this unjust eviction." Mr.Davitt took his cigar from his lips, and in the hearing of all who stood about sarcastically said, "Well, if he couldn't make a better resistance than that he ought to go up for six months!" The first house we came upon was derelict--all battered and despoiled, the people in the neighbourhood here, as elsewhere, regarding such houses as free spoil, and carrying off from time to time whatever they happen to fancy.

Near this house we met an emergency man, named Bolton, an alert, energetic-looking native of Wicklow.

He has four brothers; and is now at work on one of the "evicted" holdings.
I asked if he was "boycotted," and what his relations were with the people.
He laughed in a shrewd, good-natured way.

"Oh, I'm boycotted, of course," he said; "but I don't care a button for any of these people, and I'd rather they wouldn't speak to me.

They know I can take care of myself, and they give me a good wide berth.