Volume: CBÉ 0463 (Part 1)

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   “I suppose ye don't hear many good Poteen sthories round yer place, well it istnt the case wit us up here.”

   

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   The sthill house was built beside the lake, in ordher that the men who war makin' the poteen, id have whatever wather they wanted convenient to them, a' it was well hidden in among the bushes.
   Well this evenin' there war two men within, an' they war thinkin o finishin' up thier work, an' leavin' for home, when they heard the chlatterin outside the sthill house, an' before ever they found, what should run in on them but two beagles (them was the kind o' dogs the Revenue ushed ta have for scentin' the Potten,)
   They had the sthill jusht nicely runnin' at the time, so they couldn't do a a thing ta save the apparatus, all they could do was ta eschape is besht they could from the dogs an' run for their lives from the place. They had ta run up the hill at that, but the two o' them war suppele men, an' they had only jusht gone half way up the hill, when they turned ta look back, an' they could make out the two Revenue men comin' ridin on their horshes ta the sthill house, an' their swords flashin' above their heads in the moonlight.
   They made up their minds that when they'd get out o dauger however ta lie down be the ditch at the top o the hill, an' lishten for any sounds from the sthill house below, They heard them the Revenue men, whackin away at

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   History Edit

   Date

   3 January 1938

   Item type

   Lore

   Language

   English

   Writing mode

   Handwritten

   Writing script

   Roman script

   Informant

   • Seán P. Breathnach