with what they had gathered, most of them still wearing the clothes
that had been in the sea, and were heavy and black with salt water.
A little further on I met Danny-boy and we sat down to talk.

'Do you see that sandy head?' he said, pointing out to the east,
'that is called the Stooks of the Dead Women; for one time a boat
came ashore there with twelve dead women on board her, big ladies
with green dresses and gold rings, and fine jewelleries, and a dead
harper or fiddler along with them. Then there are graves again in
the little hollow by the cnuceen, and what we call them is the
Graves of the Sailors; for some sailors, Greeks or great strangers,
were washed in there a hundred years ago, and it is there that they
were buried.'

Then we began talking of the carragheen he had gathered and the
spring tides that would come again during the summer. I took out my
diary to tell him the times of the moon, but he would hardly listen
to me. When I stopped, he gave his ass a cut with his stick, 'Go on
now,' he said; 'I wouldn't believe those almanacs at all; they do
not tell the truth about the moon.'

The greatest event in West Kerry is the horse-fair, known as Puck
Fair, which is held in August. If one asks anyone, many miles east
or west of Killorglin, when he reaped his oats or sold his pigs or
heifers, he will tell you it was four or five weeks, or whatever it
may be, before or after Puck. On the main roads, for many days past,
I have been falling in with tramps and trick characters of all
kinds, sometimes single and sometimes in parties of four or five,
and as I am on the roads a great deal I have often met the same
persons several days in succession--one day perhaps at