There was two youngsthers at wan time, a boy, an a girl. They was brother, an' sisther an' they was afther lavin school, or if they warn't they war around that age anyway, when children usually quit school.
They war great friends, where wan was, the other was sure to be there too, an' they ushed to be away through the fields every evenin, sportin' about for themselves, an' enjoyin' life in general. They war amusin' themselves wan evenin' be walkin' round a fort in wan o' their father's fields, when they met a little man, aw a very small little fella, ony about five or six inches tall, an he seemed to be in a great hurry goin, somewhere. However is great a hurry is he was in, when he met the little boy, an' girl, he tuck enough o' time to sthick out his tongue at them, an' ta thry ta insult them is well is ever he could. They passhed no heed to him only went on wit their game, or fot ever they war at, but they said that they'd have a look out for him, whenever

assured. These facts cannot, and must not be published for very evident reasons. I simply record them privately in my capacity as folklorist.
The old priest lingered on for some time. When some of the most ardent of his enemies lost patience they determined to murder him. Three or four masked men appeared in his room one night. Father Clowry asked them as a sp. request not to take his watch, heirloom in the family and "worth a prince's ransom". "It's great company for me at night to hear it ticking there on the post of the bed". They lay hands on him, attacking him with heavy cudgels and left him for dead. In the morning, however, he regained consciousness and spoke as follows : "The blacksmith with the little finger (1) was among those ruffians last night. The day will come when their own people (i.e. the Protestants) will rise against them and drive them out of the place"(1) The little finger on Purser's right hand was not much over one inch in length and about as thick as an ordinary lead pencil. The phenomonon is the direct opposite of elephantisis (medical). Wm Weir of Staplestown, had an ex-black-smith in his service when I was young. I knew him intimately. The thumb of his left hand was about 9 ins long and about 2 1/2 ins in diameter - an evident case of blacksmith's elephantises. His thumbs had all the appearance of a good big cucumber except in colour alone.

The man thried ta break away from him, but he had ta sthand there quite sthill, an' he couldn't move an inch until the coffin wit the dead phrior in it was placed on his shouldhers, aut then he was tould ta set off wit himsel for Kilmactranny graveyard.
It was three or four miles tothe graveyard, an' the man was left all ta himsel ta carry the coffin, an' dig the grave. He was [?] all along the way how he'd ever get to Dublin before mornin', so when he came ta the bridge at [?] he dread goin' ta throw the coffin' inta the river, an' let it swim away, when the dead phriesht spoke out, an' sey he "If you throw me in there ye'll come along in afther me yershrel.".
The man got afraid then, so he decided ta bring him ta Kilmactranny for ever the letthers id do, but when he got that far the "good people" who was in charge o' the graveyard that night, wouldn't let him bury him there, for they said that they never allowed a phriesht or monk from Geevagh ta be buried there, an; they'd make no exceptions that time they said either, and they tould him ta hook it along wit himsel ta [?] Graveyard and ta bury his dead there. The man could do nothin' else only set off to Templemor graveyard, an' he was let in there haudy enough

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.

was concerned, wan o' them was a terrible sulker anyway an' t' other was agood horshe.
The other neighbour it seems had neara horshe at all so he made a bargain wit the man that had the two horshes for fot he considhered was the besht wan o' the two, an he towld the man to send him over to his house, at acertain time
That was very good, the man said that he would, so the ould fella that was buyin' the horshe hit home wit himsel, an' he was there when the horshe was brought to him, an' it turned round that it was the sulker that was pawned on him. Now is I sez before ye wouldn't know the differ between them two horshes, no more than ye would between two posies, they war so muck alike. [?] the ould man didn't know but he had the right wan all the time, an' he never knew the differ until he turned the horshe out workin' in afew day's time, an' then he saw where he sthood right enough.
The horshe wouldn't move an inch for him no matther how he thried ta make him work
He spotted at wance that there was a thrick played on him, so he sez that he'd play anether thrick back, so that night when all was quiet, he brought back the sulker horshe, an' left in the sthable, an' tuk the good wan

A Cure for the "foul mouth".
Aboy or girl, who hs never seen his or her father, can cure this disease. What ever he orders the sick person to do, he must do it within two hours, if he wishes to get cured.To cure aburn.
Get anew spade, and go to a very green plot of land, and dig up aworm. Take him to the person suffering from the burn. Warm him to the fire and rub him on to the burned part. This cure is said to prevent the burn from blistering, and it kills the pain.Whooping Cough÷
Go to abog, and search for afrog, if you can get him out of a bog-hole. At anyrate get him out of the water. Bring him home, and bury him inside the door. The person suffering from the whooping cough, is said never to knit if this cure is tried"To cure afallen spool of the breast"÷
Get apiece of glass about four inches square, and acandle, an ordinary white one will do. Place ashilling on the middle of the person's breast. Light the candle twice, and quench it twice. Leave it lighted the third time, and place it standing exactly on the shilling. Hold the glass over the candle, until it gets covered with black smoke. If the cure is properly tried you will see the breast rising and the candle moving.

the next to meet our pested wrath were the Camolin yeomanry
Strong hands that day the pike drove home with deadly accuracy.
Then on to Oulart hill we march by Boolavogue's charred ruins
With pike and pitch fork gleaming in the full flare of the moon
Then lay us down among the furs till morning passed and noontime came us for the fray
Along the road to Wexford town
With banner's floating gay
The North Cork came with beat of Drum.
And bantering boasts of victory.
Up, Up the hill they boldly march but never an inch we stirred
Until pike reach of our camp they were then bays I gave tje word
"Charge" and so they did like deer over a sheltering ditch they leaped down on the murdering burning crew like an avalanche they swept

shot here (i.e in Ballylove next townland to Tuam an S) one night coming from Tipperary after selling a load of pigs or butter. You can see the spot. I think the bush is there still on the side of the road. The blackthorns never grew an inch since. They say there's something seen there at night. Jim bán had great trouble in getting his horse to pass that spot one night not so long ago
"There were some terrible big fields on the Dundrum Estate. It was divided under the 1903 Act. There was one field containing 109 Irish acres and another had 105 Irish acres in it. The Lower Field, now belonging to the nuns is 68 Irish acres in extent.
Eviction at Knockougragh (Cnoch Odhroe or Cnoc Gabhrach)
"Father Crowe along did go his cause for to lay down
To rouse the people up and down in the country and in town...etc"
Song composed by Peter Horgan (local poet)Lines on Parson Topping
"Old Topping came hopping to preach in TOEM Church.
He appeared like a raven or if I could say something worse.
His mouth like a cod-fish and the eyes did beam in his hood
and his teeth were like the nails what were nailed round Calvin's old bed"
-Peter Horgan (local poet)Peter Horgan (i.e. Dwyer (Horgan) was an illiterate poet of great parts. Wrote scenes of topical songs. Lived in townland of Cappawhite. Died in the year 1910.

Receipts furnished in 1846Hasty pudding
Put into three pints of water and a table spoonful of salt, and when it begins to boil situr in meal until it is thick enough for table. Add if you choose, sour apple chopped, cook twenty of thirty minutes. Eaten with milk, butter or treacle side note: “Known in Ireland as stir-about”
Fried Hasty Pudding Cut the cold pudding into smooth slices, and fry brown in a little butter or pork fat Hasty Pudding BreadPrepare hasty pudding as before: when lukewarm add yeast, and after rising, bake in a deep dish in a hot oven.
Indian DumplingsInto one quart of meal stir one pint of boiling water and salt. We the hands in cold water, and make into smooth balls, two or three inches in diameter.
IOmmerge in boilign water, and cook over a steady fire twenty of thirty minutes. If you choose, put a few berries, a peach or part of an apple in the centre of each dumplingside note: “The Indian dumpling was cooked and eaten in every house in this part of Co. Galway”