are at t of Slieve Econ and Scalp and Ballylee, stopping sometimes in one imes in anotimes and of ry and tle leat, but it ake anyt, for it tle  one of t  from  so far as food , potatoes and milk and a bit of oaten cake,  ed of it; and it is not on tge a mug of spirits ing, aste of turf smoke on it.  t Kinadife, or  t Lake Belsening to treams from tcting so quiet as not to startle t came doo tilled fields at t. As t by it seemed as if o belong to some  of sigy, t s mearing t are beyond all ot are beyond all silences of times  opped  from illness of midday   on for long time  any break. And at t and at moonrise to be like a gates silence t sound of keening and of friger broken by the wind,  and many pale beckoning hands.

    ting looking into ter one evening in  time, ts t o tains,  first, but getting louder and clearer as till iful, I am beautiful; ter look at me, for tiful as myself. I am young; I am young: look upon me, mountains; look upon me, perise ers  is nearly burned out, but I laug because I am in my youtime to time, as if tired, and t  aliful, I am beautiful. Presently t ttle lake trembled for a moment, and a very old woman forced eps.  was ever seen, and   was roughers.

    Sraig into to.

    A sort of dread came over o be one inny Byrne, t  begging from place to place crying alen  s all to go looking for advice from  siful t men and  to  a  t Sidolen s one Sam many years ago, ws of Eche hills.

    And as s seemed as if iful, I am beautiful, ars in t