Near Borris in Liselican there lives a farmer by the name of David Murphy. One room in this house is supposed to be haunted. One night a man named John Coady, a farmer was going home to Coonogue near Ballymurphy where he lived. He was married only a short time. As he was going by Murhpy's house, driving a horse and cart a woman got into the car.
She never spoke a word while she was in the car. When he came to the Chapel gate in Ballymurphy she got out. When he got home it was very late and he told no one. He noticed the horse was covered with sweat. He got early the next morning and went to the stable to see was the horse all right. When he opened the door he got a surprise to see the horse dead.

Granny had an uncle called Pat Rooney. He was coming from Bundoran one night. It was late and he was afraid. He had to pass a house in which there was a ghost.
A hare ran out and he could not get in front of it. It faced him and ran backwards in front of him for a quarter of a mile.
It disappeared suddenly and he started to sweat. A few days afterwards he heard that the man of the house had died.

Long ago some people were supposed to have power to take butter from churns. It is said that it was by prayers they used to say in what was called their Offices. One of those offices was situated on a hill in a field owned by Mr. Andrew Brady of Larrigan. This hill is known as the "Cormunagh". This was the office of an old woman called Mrs. Smith, afterwards found to be a witch. This woman was living in the house where the present Edward Smith lives.
Every evening she used to go up to this office and whatever prayers she used to say, if the people were to churn for a week they would get no butter.
The people used see her going up to the office at the same time every evening. They told the priest abount it and he came round to her house one evening. He said so many prayers that the cold sweat rolled down his face. Trom that time onwards

In Mountprospect near Mountnugent , Co. Cavan there was a man living whose name was Mr. Dempsey. He had a fine slated house and there was a lawn in front of it. He had fifty great strong horses working every day. When he would put them into the stables at night, and close the door and lock it he would find them that night galloping through the lawn. He would get up out of bed and go to the stable, the horses would not be there and there would be no sign of them in the lawn. He would go back to the house and go back to bed and when he would get up in the morning and go to the stable the horses would be there and the sweat rolling down of them and their legs would be all dirt and mud. At last he found out that fairies would be riding those horses at night. One day when he was coming in his carriage four of those horses which were drawing the carriage along, took off the path which was in the middle of the lawn and went through the lawn. When

he never found until he was in liquor to his knees. He was plunging through it when who come in only the man that owned the bar. He was caught by the man and put into prison until he would be tried. The day he was to be tried he was taken before a judge. The bar-man went up and swore on the boy that he was loosing so many hundred pounds every year and didn't know how it was until he caught the boy, especially last night. He said he destroyed all his drink so he was sentenced to be hanged. The day he was to be hanged he was taken out, put on the scaffold and the belt put about his neck waiting to be hanged. He had the red napkin in his hand wiping the sweat when who appeared on the scaffold only one of the girls. She put the napkin on her head and says she, here I go for Sterlingshire and as soon as this was said she was taken to Sterlingshire. The boy that was going to be hanged put the napkin on his head and says he, here I go for the house in Sterlingshire. He was lifted of the scaffold and landed in the lodging house, got his clothes, started for Ireland and never went back to Scotland from that day to this day.

In a place called Silverhill about two miles from our school there lived a man in the days gone by who had two fine roan mares. Every morning when he went into the stable he found the mares covered with sweat. One night he thought he would sit up and see what was taking place in the stable.
About the middle of the night he went into the stable and found a little man sitting on a beam who said to him, "Nay mares be here" and true enough the mares were missing. This little man was about a foot high and was dressed in a red jacket. The man lifted this little fellow off the beam and took him into the house. The little man sat on a beam in the kitchen and threw raw potatoes into the fire to toast them. He then ate them. One day he went away through a hole that was in the house to carry off the water.
All who saw the little man said he was a fairy.

the townland. There are fifty-five people in it. Lafferty is the most common family name in the townland. There are six slate houses and one thatched house in the townland. Carrowbeg means "the small quarter-land." There is one old woman over seventy in it whose name is Sarah Faulkner. She does not know any Irish. She can tell stories in English.
Houses were more numerous in my district in former times. There are eleven houses in ruins now which respectively belonged to the Hamiltons, the Vickys, the Boyles, the Dohertys, the Baxters, the Banns, the Mac Eldowneys, the Baskills, the Longs, the Mac Laughlins, and the Mac Colgans. The Hamiltons emigrated to Australia about thirty years ago and the others went to America about the same time. The land is fairly level with a slope towards the sea. It has a sandy bottom. There are no woods in Carrowbeg. There is a stream called the Sweat House River, rising on the top of the Glen Hill, which flows between Carrowbeg and Carrowmena

In a place locally known as Claghan in the townland of Carrickhue there lived and old woman in the middle of the last century who was well known all over the parish for being able to cure many ills which existed at that time. There was no surgical operations for internal diseases such as appendicitis so all such cases were taken to old Martha Douglas as she was called for treatment. In the garden she had what was known as the "Sweat House" constructed much to the design of a lime kiln. Here the patient was placed rolled up in blankets on a large flat stone with a fire underneath. This operation continued from twelve to twenty four hours. Then the patient was removed and placed in a bed where she administered medicine made from herbs. After three or four days' treatment the patient was completely cured.
Old Martha never told the secret of her cures which died with her. But for many years the "Sweat House" stood until at last it was removed to make way for the plough.

Sweat-House And Local Chapels
There is a sweat-house in Annacarney in a field owned by Thomas Mahon.
In days of of old it was known to cure many people.
About 30 years ago a man by the name of Tom Col was cured in it and he said to be the last person to be cured of Rheumatism there.
Running by the side of it is a brook. This brook is known as the Cockbrook.
A fire was lit in the sweat-house and let burn out. Then the ashes were removed and the patient was put in to sweat. When he had sweated enough he would come out jump into the the Cockbrook.
There was an old chapel where Michael Twyford lives to day. The priests said Mass in it before Valleymount chapel was built.
A contractor by the name of Dornon built Valleymount chapel and he also built the Four Courts in Dublin and Nelson's Pillar. He was said to be the best contractor of his day.
Valleymount chapel is about 130 years built.

was sent to him to come down. He drove from Dublin in his carriage drawn by two horses he changed the horses a few times and they were frothing and covered with sweat when they arrived in Tubbercurry. He jumped out of his carriage and asked a sledge off Cawley, the black-smith smashed the lock from the door, set the priest free and he defied any body to touch the prisoner.
One morning he dragged the priest off the altar in Bunninadden for some grudge he had against him. The priest was very angry and he said that it wouldn't be long until the rooks and the jackdaw's would be flying in and out through Joe More's house and in a very short time the priests prophecy was fulfilled.
One evening when Joe was sitting by the fire reading the paper, he held it near the fire and it went into the blaze up the chimney and burned the house, which was thatched, to the ground. He then got it rebuilt and slated.
He

she jumped down and said "You may thank your good heart but your horse is dead."
He went on home worried enough and when he reached there he brought the horse in to the house to take off the tacklings. As he was doing this the floor was drenched with the sweat that was falling from the poor beast's sides. He rubbed him down and made him comfortable in the stable but the next morning the horse was dead.

Toighthe allius" These were very much used in this district at one time, and the remains of a "sweat house" can still be seen on My Algeo's land at Glenboy. They were supposed to cure theumatism.
The house was built of stones, nearly like a lime kiln, and had place for a fire under-neath. When it was thoroughly warm, the person was put inside and every slit closed up. After a few minutes the perspiration poured down the person's body, and a few turns were supposed to banish the disease.A child suffering from whooping cough is made walk three times under the belly of an ass which has never been ridden on.Ferrets' leavings is also considered a cure.Certain people make up bottles for the cure of jaundice these cures have been handed down from father to son for ages. Bob Gault of Skreeney has this cure, and this year, 1937, has cured dozens who were suffering from this disease.

Cure for sore eyes: Gather snow off an evergreen bush and bathe the eyes with it.
Cure for sore eyes: Eat nine gooseberry thorns and point them at the sore part of the eye and throw them over the left shoulder.
Cure for warts: Bleed the warts and put the blood of them into a piece of cloth and make it up as a parcel, and leave it on the roadside, and whoever gets it gets the warts, which immediately disappear from the person who left the parcel.
Cure for rheumatism: Long ago when people had Rheumatism they used to be put into a sweat house, and this was supposed to be a cure. It is like a lime kiln in shape, and is built in the middle of a field. If a person wanted to get cured, a fire was lit in the sweat house and kept lit for about 8 hours. Then the man was brought and his clothes taken off, and he was put in and left till he was almost smothered, and the sweat poured off him in streams. Then he was taken out and brought home and put to bed, and next morning he was

deep hole being in the river running through a man's land named Paddy Mc Dermot. There is an old mud-wall cabin known as "The Sweat-House" which found its name by the old women going there to sweat themselves long ago. When they took the cold they would go to the house and put in a fire and have a pot of boiling water on the floor. They used to sit between the two in order to sweat themselves. The "fattening Park" is situated in the townland of Lougafonta and is noted for fattening cattle. The "Ghostly Gap" situated in Lakeview was supposed to be haunted by ghosts in ancient times.There is also a rock three miles north of Manorhamilton known as "Archie Rock." or the "Child's Cradle" where Mass used to be celebrated by the hunted Priests in "Penal" days.
The above was collected by Mary Bridget Travers from her mother who lives in

The Sweat HouseThere is an old sweat house in this district. It is situated in the townland of Lugnabawna. It is a cave cut out in the banks of the river. The old people used to cut a heap of rushes and let them rot and when they would be rotten they would shake them out and let them dry. Then they would bring some of them in and light them and light up the place so that no air could get in and when the rushes were burned the come and sweep out the ashes.Then they used to take off their clothes and they used to sit in it for a half hour then they come out and jump into the river and wash themselves in the cold water and dry themselves with a towel and put on their clothes again and go home a lot fresher and healthier.It was the custom to take no food for about two hours after leaving the sweat

dried off the sweat and then plunged into the river that flows by. They dressed and went home. Not a one of them ever was heard to complain of rheumatism.
Jane Doherty was a huge girl that lived in that part. She went one Sunday to the sweat house and some of the good boys stole her clothes and poor Jane had to go home naked. This girl was one of the last to use it. She was a famous girl in her day. Stood six foot high and was built in proportion. Not a man round the place was able to wrestle her. She challenged Robert Quale's father to wrestle her. The parson used to go down to Quales's and he was afraid of her. Robert Hamilton of Drumshanbo today went to court her and he was not able to get his arms around her. Jane went to America.
Patsey Brogan lived beside or near the Sweat House. He used to bleed the people if the sweating did no good. On the wrist he used to bleed them. Told to me by Joseph Rourke of Shankinacurry. Joseph is 74 years or over today 6th June 1937

In the townland of Cloonfannon there was a big cave known as Diarmuid's and Granna's. John Bohan and Dandy Faughnan owned this land. There was a sweat house also near at hand the cave and the ruins of both are to be seen yet. In former times people from the surrounding districts with bad diseases used to come to this place to sweat

red hens across thew road. When he came to Pat Glancy's he heard a lot of fairies singing and dancing on top of the hill. He used to stop to listen, but when he stopped, the music and dancing stopped too and when he began to walk, it began again. When he came as far as John Clancy's he saw a light in a bush and he got real afraid, and the hair stood on his head and the cold sweat rolled off him. When he came into his own house he fainted.

or women who "laid out" the corpse always got a glass of whiskey when they had their work done. No one belonging to the dead person should ever lay out the corpse or do any work while the corpse is in the house. All work, cooking washing or foddering of cattle is done by the neighbours. The grave is also dug by the neighbours (usually two). A person should never sweat himself or take off his coat when making a grave.

seemed to feel the weight very much. He sweat and was bending under the load. The groom put around his hand and made the sign of the cross. The hare then jumped off the horse and the hounds immediately caught her and tore her to death. At the same time an old protestant woman died who had the name of being a witch in a house nearby, and people thought it was she that turned herself into a hare.