The voice of lamentation was loud, especially from the females, both young and old--all of whom, with some exceptions, were in tears.

Many were rending their hair, others clapping their hands in distraction--some were kneeling to Heaven to implore its protection, and not a few to call down its vengeance upon their oppressors.

From many of the men, especially the young and healthy, came stifled curses, and smothered determinations of deep and fearful vengeance.

Brows darkened, eyes gleamed, and teeth were ground with a spirit that could neither be mistaken or scarcely condemned.

M'Clutchy was then sowing the wind; but whether at a future day to reap the whirlwind, we are not now prepared to state.
At length it was deemed time that the ceremony should commence; and M'Clutchy, armed also with a case of pistols, rode up to Darby:-- "O'Drive, you scoundrel," he shouted--for he saw his enemy, and got courageous, especially since he had a body of his father's Dashers at his back--"O'Drive, you scoundrel, do you mean to keep us here all day?
Why don't you commence?
Whose is the first name on your list?
The ejectment must proceed," addressing the poor people as much as Darby--"it must proceed.