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In Wicklow and West Kerry by J. M. (John Millington) Synge
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up covering the Stones. Then he gave two leps or three, and the
peelers heard him give a great shriek down in the flood. They went
home after--what could they do?--and the 'mergency man was found
in the sea stuck in a net.'

I was singularly pleased when I turned up the boreen at last to this
cottage where I lodge, an looked down through a narrow gully to
Dingle Bay. The people bade me welcome when came in, the old woman
kissing my hand.

There is no village near this cottage, yet many farms are scattered
on the hills near it; and as the people are in some ways a leading
family, many men and women look in to talk or tell stories, or to
buy a few pennyworth of sugar or starch. Although the main road
passes a few hundred yards to the west, this cottage is well known
also to the race of local tramps who move from one family to another
in some special neighbourhood or barony. This evening, when I came
in, a little old man in a tall hat and long brown coat was sitting
up on the settle beside the fire, and intending to spend, one could
see, a night or more in the place.

I had a great deal to tell the people at first of my travels in
different parts of the county, to the Blasket Islands--which they
can see from here--Corkaguiney and Tralee; and they had news to
tell me also of people who have married or died since I was here
before, or gone away, or come back from America. Then I was told
that the old man, Dermot (or Darby, as he is called in English), was
the finest story-teller in Iveragh; and after a while he told us a
long story in Irish, but spoke so rapidly and indistinctly--he had
no teeth--that I could understand but few passages. When he had
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