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Updated: June 29, 2025
All day long and all around there was a perfect hail of bullets from the snipers, some going right through the hospital grounds from Boland's bakery, which, sandbagged and loopholed, was filled with Sinn Feiners.
Hence, by Thursday evening the tables had been completely turned upon the rebels, and instead of dominating the city, the city on every side hemmed them in; and the Law Courts, the College of Surgeons, Jacobs's biscuit factory and Boland's bakery, though amply supplied with food and ammunition, had been all practically isolated one from another in the last-named place the rebels forced the bakers, at the point of the bayonet, to continue making bread.
There was no talk on Boland's part of their coming here, was there Michael?" "None at all, sir, but there was that in the man's eye, and that in his tone, which made me sure he thought Miss Llyn and you would meet." "That would be strange, wouldn't it, in this immense continent!" Dyck remarked cynically. "She knew I was here before she came?" "Aye, she knew.
Boland's breadvan delivering with trays our daily but she prefers yesterday's loaves turnovers crisp crowns hot. Makes you feel young. Somewhere in the east: early morning: set off at dawn. Travel round in front of the sun, steal a day's march on him. Keep it up for ever never grow a day older technically.
"What you say goes always," he remarked, "but tell me, sir, who will take the ladies to Spanish Town?" Dyck Calhoun read the inner meaning of Darius Boland's words. They did not put him out of self-control. It was not a time to dwell on such things. It was his primary duty to save the ladies. "Come, Boland," he said sharply, "I shall start now. We must find the ladies.
In the rebellion he had held Boland's bakery, a large building covering the approaches to Dublin from Kingstown by rail; he had been the last of the leaders to surrender, and had earned high opinions by his conduct in these operations. This was the Sinn Fein candidate for East Clare a county where "extreme" men had always been numerous.
Far be it from me, as above. Nevertheless " "Why, then, the exertion?" "Duty. Friendship. Francis Charles Boland, you're lazy." "Ferdie," said Francis Charles, "you are right. I am." "Too lazy to defend yourself against the charge of being lazy?" "Not at all. The calm repose; that sort of thing what?" Mr. Boland's face assumed the patient expression of one misjudged.
He was awakened by a jingling of spurs and a trampling of hoofs. He got to his feet hurriedly. Four horsemen reined up beside him not Pete Johnson and his friends, but four strangers, who looked at him curiously. Their horses were sadly travel-stained. "Anything wrong, young man? We saw your fire?" "No not now." Boland's thoughts were confused and his head sang.
Thus John MacDermot, one of the signatories of the rebel proclamation, was editor of a paper called Freedom, and had already served a term of imprisonment for speeches which had been interpreted as prejudicial to recruiting. Edward de Valera, who commanded at Boland's mill, and who was sentenced to penal servitude for life, had been a professor in Blackrock College.
Darius Boland's face took on a strange look. Here was an intended insult to Dyck Calhoun. Right well the governor knew their relative social positions. Darius pulled at the hair on his chin reflectively. "Yes, I've drunk his liquor, but not as you mean, your honour. He'd drink with any man at all: he has no nasty pride. But he doesn't drink with me."
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