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What was their Utopia?


For many days the road that leads north, to Galway, was barricaded and held by armed men; the railroad that leads to Dublin had been torn up, the telegraph poles had been cut and the wires flung over walls. For news we were dependent on rumour, vague, alarming, for the most part false. When news-papers came again they told that the rising had been put down, and the chief among the leaders shot.