“Well, I have not considered the question of Nationalisation of the land.”
To my further question, What remedies he would himself propose for a state of things in which it was impossible for the people to live out of the land either as occupiers or as owners—emigration being barred, Father M‘Fadden, without looking at Lord Ernest, replied, “Oh, I think abler men who draw up Parliamentary Acts and live in public life ought to devise remedies, and that is a matter which would be best settled by a Home Government.”
The glove was well delivered, but Lord Ernest did not lift it.
“But, Father M‘Fadden,” I said, “I am told you are a practical agriculturist and engineer, and that you have contrived to get excellent work done by the people here, dividing them off into working squads, and assigning so many perches to so many—surely then you must understand better than a dozen members of Parliament what they can be got to do?”
He smiled at this, and finally admitted that he had a plan of his own. It was that the Government should advance sums for reclaiming the land. “The people could live on part of their earnings while thus employed, and invest the surplus in sheep to be fed on the hill pastures. When the reclamation was effected the families could be scattered out, and the holdings increased. In this district alone there are 350 holdings of reclaimable land of 20 acres each, the reclamation of which, according to a competent surveyor, ”would pay well.“ And the district could be improved by creating employment on the spot, establishing factories, developing fisheries, giving technical education, and encouraging cottage industries, which are so vigor ously reviving in this district owing to the benevolent efforts of the Donegal Industrial Fund.”
Father M‘Fadden spoke freely and without undue heat of his trial, and gave us a piquant account of his arrest.
This was effected at Armagh, just as he was getting into an early morning train. A sergeant of police walked up as the train was about to start, and asked—
“Are you not Father M‘Fadden of Gweedore?”
“What interest have you in my identity?” responded the priest.
“Only this, sir,” said the officer, politely exhibiting a warrant.