At an early hour the town began to fill with myriads of people.

Carriages and cars, horsemen and pedestrians, all thronged in one promiscuous stream towards the scene of interest.

A dense multitude stood before the inn, looking with horror on the death flag, and watching for a glimpse of the fatal champion.

From this place hundreds of them passed to the house of Lamh Laudher More, and on hearing that the son resided in his aunt's they hurried towards her cabin to gratify themselves with a sight of the man who dared to wage battle with the Dead Boxer.

From this cabin, as on the day before, they went to the church-yard, where a platform had already been erected beside the grave.
Against the railings of the platform stood the black coffin intended for Lamh Laudher, decorated with black ribbons that fluttered gloomily in the blast.