Volume: CBÉ 0407 (Part 2)
- Date
- 1937
- Collector
- Location
Archival Reference
The Main Manuscript Collection, Volume 0407, Page 0129
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“This night myself and Mat Duggan were going home from cuarduigheacht...”
(continued from previous page)No nobody should meddle with a fort. You needn't pass where you [?]. Denis Ryan cleared Forristal's fort the year he bt the farm. The very same week his wife took to the bed- a fine strong brave honest woman. Well - you were all at the corpse-house& at the wake & at the funeral. He never had a day luck since. His cattle died & he calved & no later than last week the horses ran away with one of his sons & him driving the moving machine up to Cappagh.
Bill Crotty often met a little man at the fort. He used leave one cow unmilked for the "good people" & when he was driving the cows home for the winter, this cow wouldn't leave the field no matter what he'd do. (he had to leave her there.
Sure, when they were building Power's cottage the wind rose & the scaffolding was blown right across the road. They put it up again & it was blown again. The men refused to work & they had to shift the site of the cottage.
Tell us about the Crock of Gold
Bill Crotty's father dreamt 3 nights running that there was a crock of gold hidden in a(continues on next page)