Scoil: Clochar na Toirbhirte (uimhir rolla 969)
- Suíomh:
- Loch Garman, Co. Loch Garman
- Múinteoir: An tSr. Bearnard
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Ar an leathanach seo
- (ar lean ón leathanach roimhe)slowly a particle of rock slided by, and then they slipped them inside. The congregation had scattered and the young made a dash for safety.
He ran on, darting in and out among the bushes trying to shake the pursuers off, but somehow he could not. They seemed to be gaining on him, mentally he prayed for guidance, but he was stumbling and falling now, his breath was coming in long sobs while the perspiration poured off his face. On, on, on, his trousers was torn in shreds now and his hair was clammy and matted against his head, how long more could he keep up? he wondered. He could hear the savage curses of the soldiers now. They had lost his track for a few minutes but they found it again. They came on with a rush, their guns in their hands ready to fire at the first opportunity they got.
Half tumbling down the hill the hunted priest almost fell into the half dried river bed, to get up again and stumble to the bridge. The soldiers now had topped the hill and seeing their prey(leanann ar an chéad leathanach eile)
- Bailitheoir
- K. Clare
