"Kitty the Hare" the travelling woman of Munster. The stories he wrote were mostly ghost stories. When he died he was buried in the cemetery in Shanbough. Some of the stories he wrote are still to be seen in "Our Boys."

whatever way he wants it. When old men go to get their work done they tell ghost stories about the fairies walking from one forge to another with red coats and red caps on them.

Before the famine was over there was a great battle fought at the Bloody Pass. The Ulster Yoemen overran the famous Maguire's of Fermanagh. All the place round the Bloody Pass, there are hundreds of people buried. Some time ago the man that owns the place was cleaning a Spring well. He found two human skulls. He then closed up the well. Many Ghost stories are told about this place.

much between them. They used not eat with the other men. They used not eat any potatoes or cabbage only bread tea and butter.Noted Dancers.
There was a great dancer in Glin named Casey. He used to dance a step called the Rason Step. He was taught by a man named Woods. He won a great number of prizes in dancing. One day Casey and another man who taught himself to be a great dancer challenged Casey but Casey won.Noted Singers and Story Tellers.
There was a great singer there long ago named Daly. There was not any man in the neighbourhood able to sing like him. His favourite song was Kevin Barry. There was a man named Pierce there long ago. He was a terrible man for telling Ghost stories. There was another man named Holarian. He was like Pierce for telling Ghost stories. One of them was as good as the other.

Nearly every district has some stories and songs peculiar to it. These stories and songs are called Folklore. These are never printed but are handed down by word of mouth from generation to generation. The most popular stories are ghost stories. Of these latter, many are fictitious.
Weird stories are connected with Bargy and Butlerstown, Tullibards, Greyrobin, Alleys Lane and Loftus Hall.
In the latter place the devil was said to have arrived during a card party, and made his escape through the roof when he was recognised. Ghosts have been seen in Bargy many times and the forms of dogs, horses, calves, men and women. Butlerstown too is supposed to be haunted by a dark woman. A hare which was of ghostly origin used to appear in Tullibards. Alleys Lane and Greyrobin have weird stories too.
About my own home many ghost stories are told. Death coaches were heard during the night while strange men and women stalked through the rooms. The furniture used to move round in the room for no reason at all, after the household had retired.
Songs have been composed by

Ghost stories were very common on the winters' nights.
It was only 5 miles to Swanlinbar and on the way there was Ghost at Altachulline School, at the Glan Cross. At Flanagan's Bridge, at [?] and the worst of all at Jim Storey's gate.
The oldest of the men told stories abut Ghosts that were seen in those places by old men when they were but youngsters. And all the times since the ghosts appeared occasionally at those places.
The man would have seen the Ghost, sometimes it would be in the shape of an old man with red burning eyes.
Sometimes it would be an animal shape then it generally was a pig or a dog but never an ass.
Always terror came on the poor man who saw the Ghost.

There is a lake in my village known as French Hill lake. A strange story is told about it. A woman went once for water to this lake and she was swallowed up and often after her ghost was seen. It is said that there is no bottom to it and otters are often seen there.
There is an old road in my village known as "Sean Bothar". There are strange stories told about it. There was a tall man seen by

Long ago people believed in more ghost stories than what we do now. This is a ghost story (in) which I heard the people talking about. There was a man and his wife living in a house and a ghost used to come three or four times every night and day. The man and his wife did not know what it was when the ghost came first. The ghost used to play all kinds of tricks on the people. When they would go out and lock the doors after them, they would be opened when they would return. The ghost also used to take things out of the house, and he took some money from the man. The ghost troubled the man more than the woman. If the man got any money from any friend, he would put it in his purse and when he would go to look for it, it would be torn into pieces. If any of their friends came to

In the winter time when the nights are long my father tells us stories about happenings of long ago. Here is one about a ghost that traversed this locality on every Hallow Even night. Years and years ago there lived a boatman in a hut a lough Annagh[?] (Arney) on the top of Brackarymore mountain Manorhamilton. At that time Lough Annagh (Arney) was full of fish. Fishermen used to come there every summer to fish but in the wintertime the boatman had to search for food throughout the locality. Then came the time when the people were as much in need of food themselves as the boatman so they "boycotted" him For many months he struggled with the elements for

About fifty ago there lived a man named Pat Mc Teirnan in the townland of Gorteenaheerin. He was a brave hero and was not afraid to travel at any hour of the night. This man was in the habit of going visiting to a certain neighbour's house that lay along distance off. On his journey to the house he had to pass a fort about which he often heard ghost stories told but never believed them. That night he had to remain longer than usuall in the house and while returning home he saw a dog which he thought was his own. He called the dog in its name but it did come and he ran after it into the fort. The man soon found himself amongst a great crowd of people who were dancing and playing music

There was once a little man living alone in a little house by the side of the road. His name was Johnie Duignan, and they used always call him Brother John, and he believed a lot in ghost stories.
There was another man living beside him who used always go on a ceilidhe to this house. After a few years the old

About eighty years ago a family called McNeills lived in Aughadruminchin and for many years a Leipreachan lived in their house. James McNeill who lived in Annahortry was born there and often told many stories about the Leipreachan. He was very small, about six inches high. He wore a red cap and green jacket. He used to write on the plates on the dresser "I am neither a ghost nor a fairy but my name is Willie Dunn." They used to leave porridge on a plate for him when going to bed, next morning it was picked all round. On a moonlight night they could see

There are many stories current in the locality of the terrible deeds done by Coote in his day but the river Boyle flows peacefully by the old Ghost tower now, and there is not perhaps a quieter country village in Ireland than the one this tower overlooks to-day.There is a place called Killean (Churchhill) near Laphoil School. It contains great ruins of an ancient church that was little known in this neighbourhood until the owner of Killean farm began to build a new house when he dug the field for the foundation of his house he laid open the ruins and they showed the site of the church and the cells for the monks.

cabbage on this night and throw it along the roads and on the door-steps.
There are several ghost stories connected with Hallowe'en. The following is on such story. A man named Shannon was returning home after spending a while in neighbour's house. As he was passing by a fort he heard beautiful music and singing. The man stood up and listened and just then a little red man approached him and invited him in. The man refused to do so and then the fairy disappeared.

"So you think this is a night for ghost stories" said my grandfgather puffing at his long stemmed pipe as we were all seated around the fireside. "Well I have, only one experience of a ghost and it is a very funny one" he continued. Many years ago old Patsy Clancy was very ill and I was sent for the doctor at about twelve o'clock at night. I started at a brisk walk to the doctor's house which was about a mile away. I found the doctor in and he told me to get the horse and car ready. We were soon on our way back but our journey was not destined to be all plain sailing. As we were passing the "haunted castle" as the old people at that time called it, we saw

to pick a head of cabbage without seeing it. If a person picked out a long crooked one they were said to marry a long crooked husband or wife, and if they picked out a small head of cabbage they were said to marry a small wife or husband. Another trick sometimes played was that of peeling the apple. A girl got a large apple and commenced peeling it with great skill so as to have the skin detached in one long strip. The skin was then thrown over her left shoulder, and lo! when she looked around the skin had formed into the initials of her future husband. Many superstitious beliefs are connected with November eve night. On this night the Pooka a fabulous animal is supposed to roam about the country and carry away any late traveller he would meet. The young children are afraid to go out doors after dark, as they believe in the ghost stories which the old people tell

Among the many Ghost Stories told in Keelings during the long winter nights when the families are gathered round the turf fires is the story of the Headless Coach. About the hour of midnight this coach is supposed to start on its nightly journey. In the townland next to Keelings known as Cnoc Sceach there is an old rustic bridge and it is at that bridge the Headless Coach just appears in a great black crumpled article. Suddenly it gets into motion and away it goes along the lonely road and its rattling may be heard for miles around. One night a man was travelling the road traversed by the Headless Coach. Suddenly he heard a distant rattling and he saw approaching a great towering vehicle. He moved aside to let it pass but to his astonishment he next saw it almost three hundred yards behind him speeding rapidly on its way. The Headless Coach begins its journey at midnight and returns again at four.

There are a lot of stories told about ghosts - some are true others are not.
When my Uncle was working at Mr W O Connor's he got a terrible fright from a ghost. He was sleeping in their house at Granard and at about twelve oclock he heard a step in the kitchen and he got up and put on his trousers. He heard the step going out the yard but could see no one. He never slept there a night after. He came home and was three weeks in bed.

This story is told by Mrs Cremin wife of the narrator of the previous stories:-
At the backgate of Lady Ashtown's place, a dog is often seen by people and twas often myself was afraid to pass there in the night. The dog was the ghost of a steward which Lady Ashtown once employed. People used to call him "Galway." Nobody knew and nobody wanted to know his name for he was a misfortunate man.

king appeared and he handed him a written message which ran "Please leave the door leading into your kitchen open every night for a week. Have your fire lighting. Set your table with good wholesome food and remember you are to do this without fail, as I am the ghost called Jackie The Lantern. If you fail to do this I will bring my company of dear souls and damn you. The king got so terrified that he gave orders to his maid to set the table with the best food out of the pantry, and lay a good fire. The man came each night for the week, and when he was going away after putting down a week in comfort, he said to the neighbours: "That is the only plan to stuff the old king with a few ghost stories.