down farther when the land was plotted. There was a Sweat house in Creecher and it was situated in Tom Gacquin's land and there was a big fire in it and the people used to bring a stone to sit down and sweat enough. The people themselves put the fire in the house to heat it before they would go in.

sweat house in Crecher and it was situated in Tom Gacquins land and there was a big fire in it and the people used to bring a stool to sit down and sure are enough. The people themselves used to put the fire in the house to heat it before they would go into it.

Seán had an uncle named Dan who lived at Loumanagh near Boherbee. He used engage in the "jobbing" business and on one occasion he remained the night at Shawn's house at Claraghatlea on his way to Killarney fair. He went and conveyed his few animals - calves I believe, in a horse and crib". After selling his stock in Killarney it was about 8 o'c when he was ready to come home, on a September's evening.
When he came within a few miles of Béul-na Díoga he called into a friend's house and delayed there for a few hours. As clocks were very rare in those times the midnight hour had probably passed when Dan left his friends, and the moon was ins an spéir. On approaching Béul-na Díoga, "he got afraid and began to pour sweat" and "the hair stood on his head". At a little house on the roadside he halted and approached the house. He rapped at the door and "a voice from within inquired who was there". Dan replied that he was a lonely traveller on his way to Rathmore and "would be grateful if a man in the house would convey him across the bridge". After a time an old woman opened the door and told him that there was no man in the house only her husband who was very feeble. She provided him with a little bottle of holy water and told him "to keep shaking it around his crib until he had crossed the bridge". He had not gone far when "something in the form of a hound

In the farmhouse itself preparations were in progress for days before. Between cleaning and baking and boiling the good woman of the house and her three daughters were as busy as nailers. When the big night came they felt that they were amply repaid for their labours as they caught the murmurs of appreciation of the good things provided, that came from all parts of the house. It repaid them in full for the long hours of sweat and toil over the pots and pans and fires in the big kitchen of the farmhouse.

In the farmhouse itself preparations were in progress days before the great event were in progress days before. Between cleaning and baking and boiling the good woman of the house and her three comely daughters were kept as busy as nailers. When the big night came they felt that they were amply repaid for their labours as they caught the murmurs of appreciation of the good things provided, that came from all parts of the house. It repaid them in full for the long hours of sweat and toil over the pots and ovens and pans and fires in the kitchen in the farmhouse.

In farmhouse itself preparations for the great event were in progress for days before. Between cleaning and baking and boiling the good woman of the house and her three comely daughters were kept as busy as nailers. When the big night came they felt that they were amply repaid for their labours by their neighbours as they caught the murmurs of appreciation of the good things provided that came from all parts of the house. It repaid them in full for the long hours of sweat and toil over

Long ago there was a stone house in a sheltered corner of John O'Dea's hill. The remains are to be found still. It was called the "sweat house". The old people of the neighbourhood used to light bushed in it until the walls were red. They crawled into it and sweated themselves, they firmly believed it was a cure for rheumatism.

bearing his master in his usual condition in the creel. They took him out, untacked the jennet, took the creel and wheels from the car which they then took in "side-ways" through the door of the haunted house and then re-assembled car and creel tacked the jennet to it and replaced the owner in the creel. They then remained around the road for some hours. When the inebriated regained his senses he almost died with fright when he saw he was in the haunted house and could not understand how the jennet and car could come through an ordinary door. He did not attempt to take out the jennet and car as to his dulled, stupid mind such would he absolutely impossible. He ran out of the house, pale as death with cold sweat running down his face and met the boys on the road. He told them what happened and was almost in a state of collapse with fright. They told him that he was bound to meet with that fate and that as far as they could see he was now doomed; that the only was of saving him from perdition was to appeal for help to the new C C who they said had great "power". The now distracted man made off as quickly as he could for the C C;s residence. He begged of the C C to keep him from the grip of the powers of darkness. At first the C C to punish him refused to do anything for him as he heard (as he told him) he turned a deaf ear to all the previous priests of the parish The unfortunate man fell on his knees and implored the C C to help him. He solemnly promised (Taking The Total Abstinence pledge) the C C if he did that he would never at this side of the grave raise a glass to his lips. The C C then told him to go back and that the evil spirits had now no further hold on him or his property - that - he would meet his jennet and car (which the boys had taken out of the haunted house in the meantime - being part of the plan) coming down the road against him. The story goes that henceforth the man became a model of temperance and virtue and died an exemplary death.

A young lady was coming home from a friends house and her pony stopped suddenly on the road and started sweating. The pony was a mass of sweat. After great trouble she reached a neighbour's house. They left the lady at home and next day she sent for the pony.

Local Ruins: Sweat House
There are a few old ruins still around here, one of the most ancient being the "Sweat-House", which is situated in Carrigacurra.
The "Sweat-House" is built of granite and is roofed with long flags. None of the stones or flags of which it is built can now be seen with the sods that are all around it. It is about 3 feet 6 inches in height and 4 feet in length.
In olden days cures were supposed to be got at the "Sweat-House". First of all a fire was lit and let burn itself out. Then the patient was put in to perspire. When he had perspired enough he came out and jumped into the bock-brook nearby.
When he had done this three times

Michael Bowen told me one time there was a man by the name of Terry McCarthy who lived in Dunrahan in the parish of Newtown in the Co. Wicklow where at one time there was a great battle fought between yeo-men and rebbles. At this time Terry's father was supposed to have buried a crock of gold. He took a pick and axe and spade and started to cut down the tree under which the gold was supposed to be. He chopped away till the sweat came out on his brow and gasping for breath he looked up and saw his house on fire. He threw the axe and ran home and when he got there the house was the same as it always was. e went back again and started to chop away at the tree. He looked up again and started and saw his house in flames and he ran home to put out the fire. But the house was the same as ever. He went back the the third time to look for the gold. He worked away and the third time he saw the house on fire. He said to himself he would not go this time. He worked away until night and when he went home his house was burned to the ground. He went to the neighbours and told them his house was burnt. They built him a new house on the condition that he was not to meddle with the tree any more. Terry worked away for a couple of years. One

called a stable. There is a manger in front of the horses in which the fodder is put. There are names on the horses as well as on the cows. The names on our horses are Fanny, Babby, Daisy and Lizzie. When they are being taken in or out of the field they are called by their names. The horses are taken to a black smith and he puts a set of shoes on each horse. He makes shoes of iron and fits them on to the horse's hoofs. The horses are Clipped in the winter. They are clipped because they are working and would sweat too much. The horses are tied by halters. A steeple is put in the manger and a ring so that the halter could run up and down the ring and this enable the horse to lie down without any danger of choking.
The house in which the pigs are kept is called a pig-crow. The pigs are fed in a trough. The pigs lie on bedding of straw on the floor. The hens are kept in a house called a hen-house. They are kept for laying eggs. They sit up on roosts which are made of sticks put across the house. The hens like to be high up near the roof.

A sweat house was a little house under the ground in which a huge fire was lit. People suffering from influenza were put into these houses. They were rolled in blankets and stayed there until the cold was sweated out of them.

"Sorens" oatenmeal seeds are put in a crock of soft water, and left to one side. After a couple of days used as a drink. Stirred and strained. A tart taste "Boxty Bread" and "blood puddings" still used.Sweat House
In the townland of Newtowncashel, little house once used as a sweat house. People came from Roscommon, Westmeath etc to it up to thirty years ago. There was a flag on the roof and floor. A turf fire was put on the floor. A turf fire was put on the floor. When the house was heated up, the fire was swept out and the straw put on the floor to prevent a person from getting burnt. Person would undress outside and remain in the house till he had sweated sufficiently. Good for pains in the bones.
Cure for burn.
A sheep's tallow and daisies and bark of the buail tree and goat's manure all put together and boiled and strained through a fine cloth.
A. McGarry's ointment made by by McGarry family in Moydow - specially for a burn
b. cure for cancer in Burke family Clondra

There was once a woodcutter and his wife living in a little hut in the wood. One day the woodcutter was out cutting wood and he began to sweat with the hard work. He began cursing Adam and Eve. "If they did not eat the apple I would not be here working" said he. There was a gentleman's house near by and the gentleman heard him cursing but did not pretend to hear him. He came along and spoke to him and asked him and his wife to dinner in his house. When they went to the house the gentleman said "Ye can eat of all the dishes but that one" pointing to a dish in the middle of the table. Then he went and left the two eating. He was not long gone when his wife said "I wonder what is in that one?" But the man said "Do not mind it when he told us not to touch it". But she would not be satisfied until he lifted the cover off the dish. When he did out flew a bird. They ran around the room but they failed to catch him. When the gentleman came he said "Now did not ye do the same as Adam and Eve? Ye touched the dish ye were told not to touch".

The people who lived in olden times had cures for nearly all disease. They seldom visited a doctor. Doctors were not as plentiful that time as they are now. The old people had certain 'cures' weeds growing in their gardens and they made cures from the roots of them. They also made cures from certain herbs that grew on the land. the cure that the old people had for Rheumatism was to sweat themselves . In every townland there was a "sweat house". It was built in a high bank and roofed with flags. There was only one door on it. At first there was a big fire put in the house and when it was well heated the fire was taken out. Then the person who wanted to sweat himself dressed up in wollen clothes and went into the "sweat house". The door was closed up then and the person remained in it for two hours. When he came out he went to bed and stayed there for another few hours. The

Long ago people used to suffer from Rheumatism and they do to the present day. There were sweat houses in Ireland long ago. There are the ruins of an old sweat house in the townland of Keelogues. It consisted of flags, the roof and sides and bottom were all made from flags. There was a small door on it.The person who suffered from the rheumatism used to go into the sweat house and light a fire when the flags of the house were well heated the fire was put out. Then the person used to get a blanket and put it round him he then sat on a wooden stool and stayed there until he began to sweat.

There was a man in this locality one time, and he went away one night visiting to his father-in-law. He stayed there until eleven or twelve oclock so then he said that he would be going home. He had seven or eight miles to go and his father-in-law told him that it was too late now, and to stay with him for the night, but he said no that he would go home, he said, "I don't care for all the devils in hell," Giving the horse a lash of his whip and off he went, he had some drink taken and that gave him courage. When he was gone half his journey he came to a lonely spot in the road, he saw a big black dog on the road running before him and behind him and he gave one leap and up behind him on the horses back, everyone was in bed, so he rode on until he came to a house on the other side of the road he dismounted and knocked at the door, the black dog disappeared then. The man of the house arose and let him in. He walked up to the fire and sat down. As soon as he was at the fire, in comes the horse after him and stood with his head in over the fire and he was pouring sweat. So the woman of the house got up and made tea for the made. He remained there until daylight then he went home.

When a person is going to die a white mist comes before his eyes and a cold sweat runs all over his body.
If a step or a knock is heard at a house in which a person is dying the people say, that it is an angel coming to bring his soul away. If a person goes round the house three times halloween night and says, "Tell me when am I going to die; it is said that a spirit will tell them when they are going to die.
If a person plants a tree and that after five years the person dies the tree will wither and die. It is a sign of death if a robin comes into a house. After a cat has licked himself the first person he looks at will die first.

next house and placed inside in such a way that the big heap would take light and burn with fierce heat. This fire used to last a long time because the door was shut up leaving only a small hole to carry in the air. The fire used to be renewed by adding more peat. Next day the ashes were swept out and I often heard it said that a hot job it used to be; for the place used to be as hot as a baker's oven. If the weather were very hot, and thw sweat house used often it would be sufficient to light the fire early in the morning, to be hot enough for use in the evening. Four or five persons could use the sweat house at the same time.
After the