the hour of eleven o'clock
`` Ay , did we , on many a night , and will agin , plase Providence -- no harm in takin ' a sup any how -- by the same token , that may be you and yer friend here would have a drop of rale stuff , as a thrate from me ? '' `` I know a thrick worth two of that , '' said the man ; `` I thank ye kindly , Mr. Kavanagh . '' One Tuesday morning , about six weeks after this event , the largest crowd ever remembered in that neighborhood was assembled at Findramore Hill , whereon had been erected a certain wooden machine , yclept -- a gallows . A little after the hour of eleven o'clock two carts were descried winding slowly down a slope in the southern side of the town and church , which I have already mentioned , as terminating the view along the level road north of the hill . As soon as they were observed , a low , suppressed ejaculation of horror ran through the crowd , painfully perceptible to the ear -- in the expression of ten thousand murmurs all blending into one deep groan -- and to the eye , by a simultaneous motion that ran through the crowd like an electric shock . The place of execution was surrounded by a strong detachment of military ; and the carts that conveyed the convicts were also strongly guarded . As the prisoners approached the fatal spot , which was within sight of the place where the outrage had been perpetrated , the shrieks and lamentations of their relations and acquaintances were appalling indeed .