The Dead Boxer

One evening in the beginning of the eighteenth century-as nearly as we can conjecture, the year might be that of 1720-some time about the end of April, a young man named Lamh Laudher O'Rorke, or Strong-handed O'Eorke, was proceeding from his father's house, with a stout oaken cudgel in his hand, towards an orchard that stood at the skirt of a country town, in a part of the kingdom which, for the present, shall be nameless.