School: Maio (roll number 13119)

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Story - The Three Brothers (continued)

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out, took up the sack, and went off to the lake and threw it in. The fool had already returned home, with the drove of cattle which he driver had. He was there when they arrived home. They asked him where he got the cattle, and he said he got them at the bottom of the lake. So they asked him to throw them in, till they would get cattle also. But as they would be too heavy to carry, he asked them to walk to the lake. As the first one was thrown in, and touched the water, he said, Uch, "What is he saying?" said the other brother. "He is calling you to come quickly," said the fool. The second brother then jumped in, and neither came out again. The fool went home and lived happy and comfortable ever after.
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Stories of the Penal Days

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In the days of the Penal Laws, a priest said Mass over in the fields behind our house. His altar was a big stone under a tree. He said Mass there unknown to the English. This stone was moved last year. One morning, when Mass was over, he saw the English coming, and he had to flee. He was just crossing the hill near Mc Cabes, when he was shot dead. There, Shamrocks grow black ever since.

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