in the way of the plough. Some neighbours helped them to lift it one day & what was underneath but a little crock full of bones. It was in a bit of masonry about 7 or 8 inches square & about the same depth.
If they had slipped in a florin it'd turn back into gold.
or a sovereign or a half-sovereign.
They brought home some of the bones & put them into the fire. If they were in it still, they wouldn't burn. It was surely gold if they knew how to turn it back.
There was grand shelter in the fort - great shelter for cattle & of course no one would dream of cutting a branch or a bramble in it. Well, when Denis Ryan (Mangaire) bought the place about 10 years ago he levelled every sgeach that was growing on it. You all know what mí-ádh he has met with since. His wife took to the bed soon after & never left it until she died last year (1936). There is no knowing all the stock he lost - cow & calves& the like, and the horses ran away with his son last June when he was driving a moving machine along the road. ?The machine was made match-wood of but luckily the boy & the horses escaped. There is not another man in the parish, nor in Ireland, maybe. that'd meddle with that fort.