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his youth on Inisglora told the parish priest, Rev. P. O'Reilly, and Dr. Charles Browne, about 1894 or 95, that he had three times seen this occur after a woman touched it, but a little while after he had cleared it out it filled again with pure water. The people I questioned either could not or would not tell anything about this belief, but it is known that if a man or even a male infant draws a cupful a woman can drink the water, which remains clean. Rats and mice cannot live on the island, and earth from Inisglora drives them from a house. I know at least one lady in Belmullet who attests this miracle, and it has been used in other houses (as far south as Co. Limerick) with, it is said, complete success. I will only note that at Tober Brennail, near Dunfeny Church and pillar in Tirawley, not far from Ballycastle, the saintly navigator is reverenced. Large stations 3 were held there and are named in 1839 in the Ordnance Survey Letters, but have been practically disused, though individual devotees frequent the well.

The Neevoge or Knaveen.—St. Columba is reverenced on South Iniskea, but I cannot learn that the wonder-working image formerly on that island represented him. Any enquiry as to this image needs great tactfulness, as certain controversialists of the Achill “ Mission " and in Dublin used more zeal than charity in denouncing the image. It was called the Neevoge (“naomh óg "), or little saint, and the “Knaveen," I only heard of it under the former name. It was said to have been brought to Iniskea by a holy priest who said that as long as it was reverenced it would save the island from shipwrecks. Otway 4 heard that it was stolen by smugglers, but they were so pursued by storms and chased by a revenue cutter that they lost heart and restored it; but this tale (as we saw) is told of the saint's stone on Cahir Island and of St. Leo's Bell on Inishark, and I do not know if Otway confused the former tale with Iniskea. He was told that the image was of wood. I heard both in Achill and the Mullet that it was of

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Proc. Roy. Ir. Acad. vol. iii. ser. iii. p. 634. 2 S. Mrs. Studdert, 1911; see also Proc. R. Ir. Acad. vol. iii. sér. iii. p. 631. * Journal Roy. Soc. Antt. Ir. vol. xlii. pp. 113, 114. * Tour in Connaught (1839), p. 382; Erris and Tyrawly, p. 107.

stone. Mr. G. Crampton (a good authority) told Otway that the Neevoge, or Knaveen, was reputed to still tempests, wreck vessels on Iniskea for the benefit of his devotees, and make the sea calm for their fishing. It was said to be a rudely-cut stone image clad in undyed Aannel and it was dressed in a new suit on each New-Year's day. Once a pirate landed and burned the houses save that in which the Neevoge was kept. Indignant as its intervention, he searched for and found the image, and broke it with a sledge-hammer. Faith in its power over the elements was extinct, even in 1836, though it was still kissed and held in honour. Dr. Brownel heard that some years before 1895 a parish priest got the image, which was kept in a hole in the wall of a house, from its curator, an old woman, and threw it into the sea, but that he soon afterwards died. One man, who had seen it, said that it was not a statue, but a flat stone kept in a homespun bag. All agreed that the island had never known disaster or hunger till the neevoge was destroyed.

Philip Lavelle, “ King of Iniskea," found an ancient bell in the ruins of St. Columba's Church on Iniskea, and I may add the curious fact that, on South Iniskea, the Rev. Dr. Lyons found graves in which lay skeletons with their faces downward and ashes on their feet. This is of great interest when we recall the cases in Ireland, in Iceland, in the South Sea Islands and elsewhere in which bodies were exhumed and reburied in this posture (or decapitated) to prevent their post-mortem activities against the survivors. Notably the case of King Eoghan Beul in this very province."

T. J. WESTROPP.

· Proc. Roy. Ir. Acad. vol. iii. ser. iii. p. 639.

2 Having been buried upright in the rampart of a ring fort, A.D. 537, his spirit frustrated all raids from Ulster till the enemy ascertained the cause, removed his body to low ground, and buried him face downwards in wet soil. Cf. Stevenson, In the South Seas, chapter vi. where a vampire chief is exhumed and buried in the same way.

Folk-TaleS FROM COUNTY LIMERICK COLLECTED

BY Miss D. KNOX.

The Chanie Man.

Well, there is an ould castle called Carrigorely (?) and near it there was a fort. Well, God rest his soul, for he is dead now, a man the name of Tom Harrigan, and he was quarrying stones near the fort, when he found among the stones a little chanie man. Being of a quare turn of mind he insisted on the chanie man to speak. Well, he brought it home, and put it on the dresser, with the remark, “ I'll make you speak before mornin'." He went to bed, and when he got up in the mornin', the little man was gone, but the quare part of it was,-God between us and harm,- he had three children, after, and all three were deaf and dumb, and I knew him as well as I know you. From that day to this they quarried no more stones there.—Told by RICHARD Walsh, Caherconlish, Co. Limerick.

The Runaway Road, and how it got the Name. I'm seventy years or over id [it] now, well, I don't remember id (it), but I often heard my father-God rest his sowl-talking about id it).

That was a good strait (straight] road at the time from you lave Shra, till you come to within a mile of Doonbeg (Dunbeg). Well, sir, 'twas about Christmas time, and the night was very stormy, but thank God there was no harm done to anybody. But when me father got up in the mornin', and opened the door, and looked out, “The Lord save us," says he, “where is the road gone to ?” There was the house, that was on the road side, in the middle of a field, and all the other cabins the same way. The Lord betune us and harm," says he to me mother, “the road is gone away." And sure, there was the road, about two fields away and twishted like a live eel, and facing twords (towards] Kilrush. Well, to get to the road agin they had to

, put a wooden bridge across that river below, and there it stopped from that day to this, and that's why 'tis called the Runaway Road.–Told by JAMES WHELAN, Shra, Co. Clare, between Doonbeg and Kelrush (Kilrush?].

The Piggin. I often heard me mother tellin about id, 'twas in the bad times, and the poor people were starvin'. There was a family, the father, mother, an' daughter, a young slip ov about twelve. The father and mother both died in one week from faver, God bless us.

The night the mother was buried, an ole woman called at the house and remained till mornin'. When she was goin', she called the little orphan, and gave her a wooden piggin, an' says she, “Take this, and go to Listowel fair, this day week, and offer it for sale, an' I wish you luck," says she.

None of the neighbours ever see her before, or after. Some said she was mad, an' others advised her to do what the ole woman tould her. Well, to make it short, she wint, and there was a great lot of people in the fair field, and she stood in one spot, and the people gethered round her, when they heard her callin' out, “ Buy me piggin, buy me piggin.” All at wans, (once) there was great confusion, as two horses cam gallopin' twors (towards) the crowd, and tryin' to make way. The little girl was knocked down. The two men that was on the horses turned back, an' asked who was hurted, and they see the girl on the ground; they asked her if she was hurted, and she said, "No, sir. Will you buy me piggin? "

“How much ? " says one, “ I will give you a ginnee (guinea) for it.” Says the other, “ I'll give her two.” Says th' other,

" " I'il give her five.” “I'll give her ten," an' they went on risin', and risin', till it wint to hunders upon hunders. At last one of um (them ?) says, “Let us give er ten hundred apiece.” The parish priest was sint for, and he got the money to keep for the girl until she came of age.

She got married at eteen (eighteen?), and a grand match she got, and some of her grandchilder are livin, and not far from this place, and for a long time they were called “The Piggins." But they did not care, they were rich. That oul (old) woman must be one of the good people.-Told by P. Cronin, Ballylongford.

Barrel-groun Wheat (Local). The name is Mescall, and he got married, and he waited long enough, he got a fine decent girl. But he was a regular miser ; when he would see any poor person goin' up to the house, he would say, "There's no one, adin (within] "; but she, poor woman, when he would be out, would let nobody go without somethin'. When the spuds would be dug he would measure them, and put in as much as should do a month. Well, she could not give and have, so when she did give to the poor she used to borry from the neighbours. At lash, all the spuds were gone, and there was nothing left to give but whate (wheat), that he had locked in a barrel, for seed. When the poor people would come, she could not let them go adout (without] somethin', so she used to manage to get a key and open the barrel and give them the whate. At last that was all gone, and this night the husband says, “ I think I'll set that whate tomorrow." The poor woman did not know what to do, so she gets up early in the mornin', and goes to her mother's about two mile away. When he got up an' did not see her, they had one little boy in the house, some relation of his, and he axed him where was the misses. He said she was gone over to her mother's. “ Gone over to her mother's, and so much to be done ! Go over after her an' tell her to come home quick, and tell her I am going to set the whate. Come out first, an' bring that bucket there." So out they went to the barn and he opened the barrel; and God be praised, the barrel was packed with the finest whate that ever was see (seen). He filled the bucket, an' off went the boy for the misses. When he got there, he tould her that the master was setting the whate, an' he wanted her home. “Where did he get the whate ? " says she. “ In the barrel in the barn, and

every bit of it buddin'. I never saw him so glad.” “ Thanks be to God," says she. The whate was set, and cut and trached (thrashed) and a better crop there wasn't in the county. She tould him about it after, and id changed him altogether, for he was a charitable man to the day he died. There is plenty of her relations in the county around here.—Told by Mrs. GUERIN, Shanagolden.

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