There was a
bench outside, looking out on the wharf and shipping, and on it was
seated the returned soldier, with a little party round him, to whom
he was expounding what sounded more military than religious:
"And so, the fort having been summoned and quarter promised, if so be
no resistance were made, always excepting Popish priests, and-- Eh!
What now? Be you an old neighbour? I don't remember your face."
"I have seen you, though. I am Jephthah Kenton's brother, that you
asked for."
"I mind you were but a stripling in those days, and yet in gross
darkness. Yea, I have a letter for thee from my comrade, who is come
to high preferment."
"Jeph!"
"Yea, things have prospered with him. He was a serjeant even before
we sailed for Ireland, and there he did such good service in hunting
out Popish priests and rebels in their lurking places in the bogs and
mountains, that the Lord General hath granted him the land that he
took with his sword and his bow, even a meadow land fat and fertile,
Ballyshea by name, full of the bulls of Bashan, goodly to look at.
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