Volume: CBÉ 0460 (Part 1)

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1. Tobacco (continued)

   

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   of a sudden, something strange came over me and my head got awful light, and my stomach got sick. I went outside and I hid in an outhouse and I was sick enough for a long time. I came to after a while however and I went inside and there sat the ould fella on the table who had given me the tobacco and he was still smoking away to his hearts content. I went over to him and sat down beside him again and he turned around towards and he looked me straight in the face, and says he "had you enough tobacco?" "Begor" said I "I don't know what the dickens was wrong with me, for I got sick and I was never sick in my life." "Well" says he "I may as well tell you the truth, what you were smoking was dandylion leaves dried." Well I wouldn't care to tell you the curse I put on him anyhow and another thing I didn't want a smoke for a month afterwards. I never got such a fright from anything

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   History Edit

   Date

   28 December 1937

   Item type

   Lore

   Language

   English

   Writing mode

   Handwritten

   Writing script

   Gaelic script

   Informant

   • Seán Dake