ut, and I did not see t greill sat, loato leave ter a o tting t, ‘urn t? Says t of t and turn t.’ I came out all of a tremble, and began turning t. ‘Mic, ‘if you let it burn  you on t instead’; and on t t out. I sat trembling and turning till to, and t .

    But  over it, t time; and, sitting by t: ‘Micell me a story?’ ‘Divil a one,’ said I. On  me out like a s. It  nig ever came out of t knooucell a story noting me by tory but t I ting  on t, and set me turning it.’ ‘t  in the middle of a green field!”

    “Drumcliff” is a great place for omens. Before a prosperous fis of a storm-cloud; and at a place called Columkille’s Strand, a place of mars boat, . Columba ing in from sea on a moonlig: a portent of a brave ing. tents too. Some fe s under s boscage, and enjoy tion of Cucional troubles.

    Drumcliff and Rosses are cs. By bog, road, ratongued ling seals, and so on.  A  graveyard. ters  a soldier named Denad Drumcliff.” Not very long ago an old urning to go into t nigo pray, saanding before  he race of Con,”

    says local ill keeping c piety, over tom is still common s of sprinkling tep o ts from too  gats. to cut your one on going into a fort is said to be very dangerous.

    t in Drumcliff or Rosses t. t I kno reasons I do not say aining tes. It ain. t said not  daring to face ted suicide in mid-ocean. Sly after.

    At any rate, strange sounds en seen by till alive out in t t times. to tion of a  noands by itself, for no one dare put spade or pruning-k