Jonathan set out on the thirty kilometer journey from Armagh at dawn, hitching a ride with a supply caravan heading south, expecting to reach the outskirts of Drogheda before nightfall. He had picked a wagon carrying sacks of wheat, grain, and oats. Some of the more lightly-packed bags provided him a comfortable mattress upon which to snooze. Upon arrival at the storehouse where the shipment waited, he climbed off the wagon and dutifully thanked the driver, having paid him in advance before the trip began.
“Do you have a place to stay hereabouts?” Joe the driver asked him
“Not really. I"d planned to relocate down here and was hoping to get my bearings, possibly find work and a place for me and my wife.”
“Aye, and there"s so many young ones up North tired of the troubles that go on and o
