Transcription: item 39    linke Seite                     – 74 – Donnerstag, 13. Januar. Heute war ein richtiges Hundewetter. Es war ein Kunststück gegen den Regen= und Schneesturm anzukämpfen. Vom Leiter unserer Jugendwehr erfuhr ich heute abend, daß der Vollziehungsbeamte L., der 5 Söhne im Felde stehen hat, sich heute morgen mit ei= nem alten Militärgewehr erschossen hat. Unser alter Gemüselieferant O. hat sich den Verlust eines Sohnes so zu Herzen genom= men, daß er ins Irrenhaus mußte gebracht werden. Kriegsleid! Großer Jubel war kurz vor Anfang des Nachmittagsunterrichts auf d. Schulhofe. Die Küsterfrau suchte einige Jungen, die helfen sollten, Viktoria zu läuten, Pettin- je sei eingenommen. Bei den Jubel auf dem Hofe hatte es aber auch sein Bewen- den. Frei gabs nicht. Unsere Herren Rekto= ren sollen sich über zu häufige Siegesfeiern beschwert haben. Sie haben ja ohnehin jeden Tag von 10 Uhr morgens frei! Und dabei scheint heute nachm. die schönste Sonne. Ein sonderbares Wetter in diesem Winter!  rechte Seite                            – 75 – Samstag, 15. Januar. Schon gestern abend erfuhr ich, daß heute ein schulfreier Tag angeordnet sei. H. emp= fing mich mit d. süßsauren Mitteilung, es sollte heute gefeiert werden. Da ich schon gestern nachmittag, d. Bedeutung d. österr. Ruhmestat meinen Jungen klar zu machen versucht u. kurz gefeiert hatte, so war ich heute morgen schnell fertig. Schon um 9 16 war ich unterwegs nach Görsicker zur letzten Hasensuche. Ich erlebte aber ei= ne schwere Enttäuschung. B. sagte ab, da er auf Groenland mitzutreiben hatte, und so suchte ich allein d. aufgeweichten Ackerbrei= ten ab, wurde bald müde u. abgespannt, und schoß, als ich um 3 Uhr den ersten Hasen hochmachte, anscheinend glatt vorbei. Mir ist es ein Rätsel, woher ich so wenig Erfolg habe. Ich gebe d. schlechten Munition d. Schuld. Viele meiner Weidgenossen haben dieselbe Erfahrung gemacht. – Wie ich höre, wird im Ge= biete d. Rheinprovinz die Jagd nicht verlän= gert, sondern heute geschlossen. Ich kann ziem= lich zufrieden sein. Mit 24 Hasen u. eini= gem Federwild habe ich zieml. gut abge= schnitten.

Transcription: item 38     linke Seite                  – 72 – hatte mich vorgestern zur Hasenjagd nach Spellen geladen. Über Mehrum woll ten wir sodann nach Görsicker jagen. Ein verführerischer Plan. Das mußte Ha= sen geben! Aber Kuchen! Ich kam mit leerem Rucksack heim. Ärger hatte ich aber genug hinter mir. Zunächst jagte K. für sich allein u. ließ seinen Jagdge= nossen  Fr., der mit 3 Gästen erschienen war, zur Rechten jagen. Wir wandten uns zur Linken. Dann hatte Kr. drei Versager auf todsichere Hasen. Mit sei= ner neuen Flinte wars Kappus. Ich kam überhaupt nicht zum Schuß. Zu= guterletzt verlor ich meinen Führer u. suchte ihn natürlich in verkehrter Rich= tung. Mißmutig wandte ich mich nach Vörde u. Görs. Dort hatte mir Freund B. am Vormittag sämtliche Hasen, 10 nach seinen eigenen Worten, über d. Gren= ze gejagt u. nichts geschossen. Alles ging daneben. Zum Schluß fand ich auf d. Heimwechsel noch einen Hasen, schoß selbstverständlich vorbei, und so schloß der Jagdtag so verdrießlich, wie er begonnen  rechte Seite                    – 73 – hatte. Mein Kumpan hatte es vorgezo= gen schon gegen 2 Uhr von Friedrichs- feld d. Heimfahrt anzutreten. Es scheint, als ob ich das Viertelhundert Hasen, die ich in G. zu erbeuten hoffte, nicht voll bekommen soll. Es fehlt noch einer.             Dienstag, 11. Januar. Schulanfang bei denkbar schlechtestem Wetter, Sturm u. Regen. Und dabei sahs vorgestern nach Frost aus. Kein Wunder, daß d. Arbeit noch recht sauer schmeckte!             Mittwoch, 12. Januar. Über Nacht hat d. Wetter sich urplötzlich geändert. Es ist gelinder Frost eingetre- ten, u. heute scheint d. prächtigste Sonne. Als Sophie von ihrer Wäscheausgabe aus dem V. – F. – V. heimkam, brachte sie d. Nachricht mit, daß unser Gymnasiallehrer Ülentrup plötzlich verschieden sei. Er war erst 49 Jahre alt. Auch Ob.-Ingenieur R. hat einen schwe= ren Schlaganfall erlitten. Die plötzlichen Todesfälle mehren sich erschreckend. Will d. Tod auch mir seine Boten schik= ken? Wer weiß, wie nahe das Ende ist.

Transcription: table in his enthusiastic concurrence. He had had a bad motor accident while in a taxi in London and he said this was the first conversation he had enjoyed for months. Telling O'Sullivan and Blythe afterwards how much the old man had talked, they remarked that this was the entire opposite of his reputation in Dublin.   We went West for Easter week and I tried to fish Lough Corrib from Oughterard. The weather was brilliant sunshine, cloudless sky and windless days, so I did not catch a single trout in the Corrib on the fly; trolling produced some results, but not very satisfying. A day on Ballyhoun Lough, near Spiddal, was excellent as I got 8 fish of about 1. lb. in one afternoon on the wet fly.   In Sweeney's Hotel one night I was called out of the room and found below the new Attorney General, Patrick Lynch, who was staying in a neighbouring hotel and had heard I was there. I walked up to his hotel with him and he brought in and introduced the French Minister who was also there, Gurlet, he seemed to be a likeable man. Lynch was an old Redmondite who turned to de Valera a few years ago. I have no very high idea of his character and know nothing much of his legal qualification, but he is a pleasant and agreeable person.   Motoring one day through Cong, I stopped to ask a young country man the way when the thought came to me that when I was last there in 1914 I had a young friend named Paddy Carney; I questioned him if he knew anything about him as he had gone to the United States the same year. He answered at first with a countryman's reserve, then admitted he knew of this man who was indeed a relative of his. Carney had written to me in the early years, (1914) but I had lost track of him and had affectionate memory of him. I asked the boy if he would

Transcription: Right page     I saw Sean T. O'Kelly a fortnight before the Treaty was signed and he told me he had a printed copy of it in his desk with all the names attached; the public announcement was being held up until some satisfaction could be given to Lord Cravaigon  Craigavon?  who felt that Northern interests had been damaged by concessions to Dublin. He eventually got some things, but the secret of the terms were marvellously well kept during weeks and the transfer of the ports came as a pleasant surprise to the public.   After the selection of Douglas Hyde as President, I met Mc Dunphy, Secretary of the President, who told me he had expected at one time that I  would be his new Chief. Coyne and one or two others also thought I had been in the running, but I had no ideas of the same myself. In the end they chose a man with great national service to the language and 78 years of age; something to be said for this, instead of man still in his fourties. Blythe was on the whole pleased with the solution. J. M. O'Sullivan was not; he regards Hyde, who by the way is a Protestant, as a stage Irishman and not particularly cultivated in spite of his reputation.as a scholar. Blythe remarked that they were staging a play in Irish by Hyde and that he had had to correct the grammar!   I lunched with the Nuncio, Pascal Robinson, a great old man, born in Dublin, but who has served the Vatican in many parts of the world. There was no one at the luncheon, except a young Jesuit Father McMahon, son of the former Under-Secretary for Ireland; Paddy Little came in half-way through the luncheon. The Nuncio was in good form and talked a great deal; he seemed genuinely pleased with having some one to talk to who knew a little at any rate of the world. I remarked at one point how sad it was Ireland took so little interest in international affairs; they still could not see past England and this was truer of the more violent nationalists. The Nuncio slapped the  Left page     Some people said that as Hyde cannot last very long, de Valera is keeping the seat "warm" for himself. I am not so sure. Sean T. O'Kelly had been offered the candidacy Presidency twice and told me he had consistently refused. De Valera may have been pushed to a compromise by the candidature of Alfie Byrne Lord Mayor of Dublin, who is extremely popular and deservedly so, but he is a man who would have brought absolutely no dignity to the post. And in any case an election would have been a purely party fight.

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