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Coming up now through Achill Sound in Mayo. In the autumn of 1847 a visitor stood on the cliffs of Achill and looked out over the Atlantic. The inlets and bays were filled with shoals of mackerel and herring. The whole surface of the sea seemed alive with them. Around him stood groups of hungry people, looking down at this food, unable to reach it. One fishing-boat and three or four curraghs were all that was working, where there was employment for hundreds and food for the thousands of hungry creatures on the island. A correspondent on the island proposed that a loan of 100 pounds would build and fit out ten large curraghs, the boats best suited to that rocky and dangerous coast, with lines, nets and all that was needed. He calculated eight persons to each boat, supporting 80 families of six, or 480 individuals. Then he added, you may double this, for every family who has employment will support another. Nearly 1,000 people would be permanently supported by that loan. The loan was acted on. The same correspondent at Achill Sound took 100 destitute Achill tenants from Westport workhouse, 25 miles away, and gave them constant employment in the fishery. He also established a small curing station for preserving any catch not needed in the district. At Westport itself, a Scotch fishing smack was supplying the town with fish, showing the markets of this part of Connaught were not over-stocked by native industry.
Told by the narrator (z-ai/glm-5.2) from A Visit to Connaught in the Autumn of 1847: A Letter Addressed to the ... (1848), James Hack Tuke , Society of Friends Dublin Monthly Meeting . Central Relief Committee, Central Relief Committee of the Society of Friends (Dublin, Ireland), Internet Archive avisittoconnaug00irelgoog, Chapter 1 · source
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Somewhere near Achill Sound, a little orphan girl crept into a hole in the bank and died alone one night. No one was there to close her eyes or wash and fit her for the grave. She died unheeded. The dogs lacerated the body, gnawed the bones, and strewed them about the bog.
Told by the narrator (z-ai/glm-5.2) from Annals of the Famine in Ireland (1851), Asenath Nicholson, Project Gutenberg #annalsfamineini00nichgoog, Chapter 6 · source
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As you come through Achill Sound, you are passing the entrance where a strange tale once spread terror through Erris and Ballycroy. At dead low water, a hunchbacked man called Tom was sitting among the seaweed at the Bull's Mouth, wearing a scarlet nightcap, when half a dozen row-boats full of men and women came rowing past, bound for the fair at Newport. A rock had hidden him until they were close, and then up popped his face. The women screamed and the men panicked. When Tom skipped onto a stone and let out a wild unearthly yell that echoed from rock to rock, the boats turned about at once and everyone fled for home as fast as four oars could carry them. They took him for a Leprehawn, the same one said to have been seen the year before the French came, an omen of calamity. The story raced through Erris and Ballycroy, and to this day belated fishermen passing through this dangerous opening still half expect Tom's uncouth face and scarlet nightcap to rise over the rocks.
Told by the narrator (z-ai/glm-5.2) from Wild Sports of the West; Interspersed with Legendary Tales and Local Sketches (1832), William Hamilton Maxwell, Internet Archive wildsportsofwest00maxwrich · source
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As you come through the parish of Achill in Mayo, you are passing a place where many of the inhabitants lived in a chronic state of poverty. That fact was plain enough from the huts of rough cobbles and turf in which they dwelt. The standard of living had improved, but only in the way it had improved across other parts of the country. Relief work in road-making was given in the winter, and the lace industry had grown. Carrickmacross lace-making was the staple work of many a home. There was a good deal of temporary migration to England and Scotland in seasons when agricultural labour was in demand, especially for the potato crops in Dumfries. Workers called tatie coppers went over in their hundreds. In Achill there were no fences and few even of the rough stone walls forming boundaries, so a large proportion of the time of the natives was taken up in herding the stock. Peat-preserving also took up many hours of labour. An old dame said, "It's the wan blessing we have, but what with the cutting and spreading and stacking and carrying, there's a deal of work to it!" In the height of the peat-cutting in May, you could see a fleet of as many as 80 turf-laden boats go up with the flooding tide at Achill Sound. The scenery of Achill is most beautiful, in spite of its almost treeless condition. The heights of the near islands and the mainland, seen as a background to its own rock-fringed bays or stupendous cliffs, would lead even the most prosaic person to enthusiasm.
Told by the narrator (z-ai/glm-5.2) from Black's guide to Galway, Connemara, and the west of Ireland (1912), Adam and Charles Black (Firm), Internet Archive blacksguidetogal00adam, Chapter 38 · source
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Here at An Caiseal in Mayo there's a children's burial ground, right beside the road. The Archaeological Survey of Ireland hasn't yet uploaded information for this record, so there's nothing further to tell about it.
Told by the narrator (z-ai/glm-5.2) from National Monuments Service, Sites and Monuments Record (CC-BY 4.0), MA055-010---- · source
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As you come through Keel on Achill Island, this was a fishing village where, in the autumn of 1847, a traveller witnessed the aftermath of mass eviction. The village belonged to Sir R. O'Donnell. A few days before the visitor arrived, about twenty families had been turned out of their homes. An earlier eviction had already taken place, making roughly forty families ejected in total from this small place. The roofless dwellings stood with their charred timbers, destroyed at the instance of the landlords after the miserable inmates were turned adrift. The same scene met the eye across Mayo and much of Connaught. Landlords' agents, armed with the full powers of the law, were at work in every direction. Bailiffs were canting the small patches of oats or potatoes. Keepers were placed over the crops, whose charges in some cases amounted to as much as the rent distrained for, and these charges had to be paid by the unfortunate tenant. Even the produce of seed distributed through benevolent associations was totally swept away. The corn crops, however bountiful, were not sufficient to meet the landlords' claim for rent and arrears contracted during two years of famine. The tenant was unwilling to give up that without which he must certainly perish. And so eviction followed seizure, all of this at a time when the charity of the whole world had been turned towards the relief of this starving peasantry.
Told by the narrator (z-ai/glm-5.2) from A Visit to Connaught in the Autumn of 1847: A Letter Addressed to the ... (1848), James Hack Tuke , Society of Friends Dublin Monthly Meeting . Central Relief Committee, Central Relief Committee of the Society of Friends (Dublin, Ireland), Internet Archive avisittoconnaug00irelgoog, Chapter 1 · source
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Near Keel now. The mountain district of Keim on Achill was known among visitors and locals for sheep that were exceptionally fat and full of flavour. A purveyor would buy one to supply dinner, sometimes for a party staying at the coast-guard watch-house.
Told by the narrator (z-ai/glm-5.2) from Wild Sports of the West; Interspersed with Legendary Tales and Local Sketches (1832), William Hamilton Maxwell, Internet Archive wildsportsofwest00maxwrich, Chapter 61 · source
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Right here is Rockfleet Castle, a tower house on the shoreline of Rockfleet Bay. It is also called Carrickahowly, meaning Rock of the Fleet, and it is a National Monument in state ownership. A castle of the Burke clan, it is most famously associated with Gráinne Ní Máille, known as Granuaile. She moved here in 1567 after marrying Richard an Iarainn Burke, who became táiniste to the MacWilliam, chief of the Mayo Burkes, in 1570. The safe harbour let her maintain her fleet of galleys and continue fishing, trading, and raiding. In 1579 Galway city sent a fleet under Captain William Martin to besiege Rockfleet after her raids on their trading ships, but she repelled the attack. In 1580 she and Richard moved to Lough Mask, and after his death in 1583 she returned here. The appointment of Sir Richard Bingham as governor of Connacht the following year began a decade of turmoil. By 1591 he had destroyed her fleet and confiscated her properties, reducing her to destitution. She appealed to Queen Elizabeth I in 1591 and again in 1593, when she travelled to London and met Elizabeth in person, securing a deal to resume her former life. She is believed to have died at Rockfleet in 1603. In 1612 the castle was listed among properties granted by James I to Thomas Butler, Earl of Ormonde.
Told by the narrator (z-ai/glm-5.2) from National Monuments Service, Sites and Monuments Record (CC-BY 4.0), MA067-025001- · source
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Coming up through the parish of Burrishoole, you are near where Cucogry O'Clery wrote his last testament in 1664. He was the head of the Tirconnell sept of the O'Clerys and had written an Irish life of Hugh Roe O'Donnell, who died in Spain in 1602, a work transcribed in many instances verbatim into the Annals of the Four Masters. An inquisition at Lifford in 1682 shows he held the half quarter of Coobeg and Doughill in Donegal from 1631 to 1632, paying 8 pounds a year, but as one who was "a meere Irishman, and not of English or British descent or sirname," he was dispossessed. He then removed to Ballycroy in Mayo with other families under Rory O'Donnell, son of Colonel Manus O'Donnell slain at Benburb in 1646, who was son of Niall Garv O'Donnell, who died in the Tower of London in 1626. He carried his books, his chief treasure, to Curr-na-heillte near Burrishoole and bequeathed them to his two sons, Dermot and John. The will, still extant in poor preservation in his genealogical manuscript at the Royal Irish Academy, says: "I bequeath the property most dear to me that ever I possessed in this world, namely, my books, to my two sons, Dermot and John. Let them copy from them, without injuring them, whatever may be necessary for their purpose."
Told by the narrator (z-ai/glm-5.2) from Annala Rioghachta Eireann : Annals of the kingdom of Ireland (1856), O'Clery, Michael, 1575-1643, Internet Archive annalarioghachta01ocleuoft, Chapter 4 · source
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' I dismiss you,' the union was dissolved. It is said that during that year Grana took good care to put her own creatures in all M 'William's eastward castles that were valuable to her, and then, one fine day, as the Lord of Mayo was coming up to the castle of Corrig-a-Howly, near Newport, Grana spied him, and cried out the dissolving words, 'I dismiss you.' We are not told how M 'William took the snapping of the matrimonial chain. It is likely that he was not sorry to have a safe riddance of such a virago." Grace was invited to London by Queen Elizabeth, who tried various ways of showing her attentions; but the wild daughter of the west could not appreciate the kindness of her entertainer. Westport to Achill Island (26J miles hy train, and 9 on to Dugort by road). The route embraces varied views of the mountains and of Clew Bay. At Newport, finely situated on Clew Bay, there is an hotel, and fishing on the Newport River and in the Beltra Lakes. In the neighbourhood are the ruins Burrishoole Abbey, and a beautiful glen in the heart of the mountains.
Read from Black's guide to Galway, Connemara, and the west of Ireland (1912), Adam and Charles Black (Firm), Internet Archive blacksguidetogal00adam, Chapter 36 · source
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Up ahead is Newport, a town the road passes through in Mayo. In 1847, Sir R. O'Donnell lived here. He was the nominal owner of the Achill estates, about 25 miles away, 130,000 acres, entailed and deeply encumbered before it even came to him. He had no control over the estate, the laws gave him none. He said in the writer's presence that he was entirely ignorant of the evictions that had taken place on those Achill lands. Yet the poor creatures who were turned out had to pass through Newport itself to reach the workhouse at Westport. They walked past the town where he lived. The writer saw in this a striking example of how the laws of landed property worked in Ireland. The hereditary owner had no control. Few men of his class were struggling more earnestly to obtain a sound position. Few men, the writer believed, would be more benefited by the removal of every restriction and privilege that kept the system of mere nominal ownership in place. If he could sell every acre he had not the capital to manage, it would be a blessing to himself and to the people of Mayo. His lands, under fair cultivation, would supply employment to the thousands living on them. The people it now seemed his policy to drive away would become a source of wealth.
Told by the narrator (z-ai/glm-5.2) from A Visit to Connaught in the Autumn of 1847: A Letter Addressed to the ... (1848), James Hack Tuke , Society of Friends Dublin Monthly Meeting . Central Relief Committee, Central Relief Committee of the Society of Friends (Dublin, Ireland), Internet Archive avisittoconnaug00irelgoog, Chapter 1 · source
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Newport sits on Clew Bay, and the road takes you through it. Tradition holds that Grace O'Malley's marriage to Sir Richard Bourke, called M'William, was to last only one year, after which either party could dismiss the other. During that year, Grace took care to put her own men in all his eastward castles that were valuable to her. Then one day, as the Lord of Mayo was coming up to the castle of Corrig-a-Howly near this town, Grace spied him and cried out the dissolving words, "I dismiss you." The union was dissolved. We are not told how he took the snapping of the matrimonial chain. It is likely he was not sorry to have a safe riddance of such a virago. Grace was later invited to London by Queen Elizabeth, who tried various ways of showing her attentions, but the wild daughter of the west could not appreciate the kindness of her entertainer.
Told by the narrator (z-ai/glm-5.2) from Guide to Galway, Connemara and the West of Ireland (1912), Lang, Robert Turnbull, 1870-, Internet Archive guidetogalwaycon00lang, Chapter 37 · source
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Somewhere around here, on the 19th of May 1921, the West Mayo IRA set an ambush during the War of Independence. It ended in defeat for them. Five IRA volunteers were killed and four were wounded and captured. On the other side, two members of the Royal Irish Constabulary and one Black and Tan were also killed.
Told by the narrator (z-ai/glm-5.2) from Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia (CC BY-SA 4.0), en.wikipedia.org: Kilmeena ambush · source
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You're coming into Westport in Mayo. In the autumn of 1847, the workhouse here was overwhelmed. On a single day, 100 people were admitted, and nearly half of them were evicted tenants from Keel. The week before, 75 cases came in from Achill, almost all of them tenants of the same landlord. The driver who put them out gave each a recommendation to the workhouse, as if that settled the matter. But the Westport Union was bankrupt, like nearly every other in this part of Ireland. The master of the house strongly remonstrated against taking more people in. He said he had, in his words, "neither clothes nor bedding for the women and children," who made up five sixths of those admitted. There is a further detail that tells you something about the distance between landlord and tenant. Sir R. O'Donnell stated, in the author's presence, that he was entirely ignorant of the evictions in Achill, though they were about 25 miles from his residence at Newport. The people driven out had to pass through the very town where he lived, on their way to the union-house here in Westport, and he had not seen them.
Told by the narrator (z-ai/glm-5.2) from A Visit to Connaught in the Autumn of 1847: A Letter Addressed to the ... (1848), James Hack Tuke , Society of Friends Dublin Monthly Meeting . Central Relief Committee, Central Relief Committee of the Society of Friends (Dublin, Ireland), Internet Archive avisittoconnaug00irelgoog, Chapter 1 · source
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Right here at Westport House, there's a mausoleum reconstructed in 1938 over the remains of John Denis Browne, first Marquess of Sligo, who died in 1809. It's a single-bay gable-fronted structure, built of rock-faced limestone ashlar on a concrete plinth, with a panel bearing the date 1938. It stands in unkempt grounds and contributes to the setting of the estate.
Told by the narrator (z-ai/glm-5.2) from National Inventory of Architectural Heritage (CC-BY 4.0), NIAH 31212007 · source
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Somewhere near here is Westport House, a Georgian country house in County Mayo and the historic seat of the Marquess of Sligo and the Browne family. It was designed by architect Richard Cassels, with later additions by Thomas Ivory and James Wyatt. In 2014, after the death of Jeremy Browne, 11th Marquess of Sligo, the estate went to his five daughters while his titles passed to his first cousin Sebastian Ulick Browne, an estate agent in Australia. In 2017, the Hughes family, owners of Portwest, bought the house.
Told by the narrator (z-ai/glm-5.2) from Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia (CC BY-SA 4.0), en.wikipedia.org: Westport House · source
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As you pass through Westport in Mayo, you are in the family ground of Major John MacBride, the eighth rebel executed by firing squad on May 6th after the 1916 Rising. He was raised here in what the record calls an atmosphere of revolt. His paternal relatives, the Gallaghers and the Gills, were driven from Ireland for their part in physical force movements. MacBride carried that tradition far from home. He was in Johannesburg when the Boer War began, formed a brigade of 500 Irishmen, and led them against the English around Ladysmith, winning his title of Major. After the British granted amnesty to the Boers, he escaped to France, then returned to Dublin when things quietened. He married Miss Maude Gonne.
Told by the narrator (z-ai/glm-5.2) from A history of the Irish Rebellion of 1916 (1916), Wells, Warre Bradley, 1892-, Internet Archive historyofirishre00welluoft, Chapter 48 · source
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Close to Westport, there was a workhouse that tells you what the famine did to these places. Ireland had 130 of them, some holding a thousand people, some two thousand, and in emergencies a few hundred more could be heaped in. Before the famine, many were worth a stranger's visit. They were clean, not crowded, and the food was sufficient. But when the famine advanced and funds decreased, the doors were besieged by people begging for a place to die, so they might be buried in a coffin. The workhouses became little else than charnel houses. The living, shivering skeletons squatted on the floors or stood with arms folded against the wall, half-clad, hair uncombed, hands and face unwashed, adding horror if not terror to the sight. Westport Union had long been celebrated for its management, and for its want of comfort in fire, food, lodging, and room. The choice was stay and die, or go out and die. When the author visited, the house was undergoing some changes.
Told by the narrator (z-ai/glm-5.2) from Annals of the Famine in Ireland (1851), Asenath Nicholson, Project Gutenberg #annalsfamineini00nichgoog, Chapter 10 · source
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Coming up through Westport in Mayo. In 1798, Lord Altamont and his family had shown strong partiality for Roman Catholics and given government warm assurances of their loyalty, yet their property was not spared. Rebels carried off his horses, cows and sheep, drank all the liquor in his cellars, and broke some of the doors and windows. They would have demolished the house, but James Joseph McDonnell, accompanied by a French officer, took it over as his own.
Told by the narrator (z-ai/glm-5.2) from Memoirs of the different rebellions in Ireland, from the arrival of the English : also, a particular detail of that which broke out the XXIIId of May, MDCCXCVIII : with the history of the conspiracy which preceded it (vol. 2) (1802), Musgrave, Richard, 1745 or 1746-1818, Internet Archive memoirsofdiffere02musg, Chapter 95 · source
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Somewhere around here, near Murrisk, stands the old abbey at the foot of Croagh Patrick. It has smooth stone walls in small blocks and numerous rooms inside. A place was reserved there for the burial of priests, and a pile of their leg and arm bones was left in a window to make room for fresh remains. The author who passed through wrote that the Irish appear to have no regard for their dead when the flesh is consumed, but leave the bones to bleach in the sun and the skulls to be kicked about as footballs. A branch of the Garvey family lived nearby, their house by the sea, sheltered in trees, with a three-acre garden behind it.
Told by the narrator (z-ai/glm-5.2) from Annals of the Famine in Ireland (1851), Asenath Nicholson, Project Gutenberg #annalsfamineini00nichgoog, Chapter 16 · source
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Somewhere around here is the Murrisk Millennium Peace Park, a five-acre park at the foot of Croagh Patrick overlooking the Atlantic. The landscaping was kept deliberately minimal so the views of Croagh Patrick, Murrisk Abbey and Clew Bay stay clear. That starkness also sets off the National Famine Memorial, known as the Coffin Ship, a sculpture that stands prominently in the park. President Mary Robinson unveiled that memorial on 20 July 1997, four years before the park itself opened. Minister Seamus Brennan, Chairman of the National Millennium Committee, officially opened the park on 13 July 2001. The committee had funded it with an award of £250,000. The plaque says the park was "dedicated to 2,000 years of Christian worship." A blessing was given by the Rev. Michael Neary, Archbishop of Tuam, and Rector Canon Gary Hastings. The park pays tribute to the spiritual importance of Croagh Patrick, a pilgrimage site for over 1,500 years. A short distance away are the ruins of Murrisk Abbey, founded in 1457 by the O'Malley family. There is also a natural spring pond within the park.
Told by the narrator (z-ai/glm-5.2) from Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia (CC BY-SA 4.0), en.wikipedia.org: Murrisk Millennium Peace Park · source
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You're passing through Louisburgh now, a village of about 400 people within a mile of the sea. The old guide calls it a dull place, "as free as Athenry from all attempt to adorn itself with outward attraction," and its only piece of antiquity is a disused chapel, now put to secular uses. There is salmon fishing in the rivers nearby for 10 shillings a day, and boats can be hired to visit Clare Island, to which this is the nearest point.
Told by the narrator (z-ai/glm-5.2) from Guide to Galway, Connemara and the West of Ireland (1912), Lang, Robert Turnbull, 1870-, Internet Archive guidetogalwaycon00lang, Chapter 36 · source
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Coming up along Doo Lough now, a lake the road passes through. This is the Dhulough where a man named Antony caught a brace of three-pound trout, fresh from the sea, one morning. He told the story himself. That same morning he had killed two otters at Loughnamuckey, and the smallest of them was worth more than a pound note to him. He carried a ferret, a trap, and a fishing-rod. If he missed the otters he would net rabbits or kill a dish of trout. Late in the day he came down from the hills and went to Father Patt's house. The priest met him at the door and asked if he had anything, for the wallets seemed full. Antony pulled out two pair of rabbits and the brace of trout he had caught that morning in Dhulough. The priest told him he was never more welcome. He said the minister and himself would dine off the trout and rabbits, because they had forgotten to kill a sheep until an hour before, and except the shoulder, no part of the mutton could be touched. That evening Antony was brought into the parlour, where the priest and minister sat together. Father Patt gave him a tumbler of strong punch. A carrier stopped at the door with a letter for Mr Carson, the minister. When Carson opened it, he went pale as a sheet and nearly fainted. Father Patt crossed himself and asked if anything was wrong. The minister said some lad member had written to the bishop, telling him that Carson had no congregation because the priest and the minister were so intimate. The bishop was coming down the next day with the dean to see the state of things. The minister said he was fairly ruined.
Told by the narrator (z-ai/glm-5.2) from Wild Sports of the West; Interspersed with Legendary Tales and Local Sketches (1832), William Hamilton Maxwell, Internet Archive wildsportsofwest00maxwrich, Chapter 116 · source
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Right here is Delphi Lodge, built by the late Marquis of Sligo on the site of an old house. It stands on a rocky ledge in the midst of a fine group of Scotch firs, beautifully situated on the small Finlough. A little waterfall on the north side of the house was often visited by tourists, who would find no difficulty obtaining permission. Finlough, with Dhulough, the black lake, about a mile distant, and the river flowing into the Killery at Bundorragha, formed what the guide calls "perhaps the most perfect ideal of a salmon and trout fishery in the kingdom."
Told by the narrator (z-ai/glm-5.2) from Black's guide to Galway, Connemara, and the west of Ireland (1912), Adam and Charles Black (Firm), Internet Archive blacksguidetogal00adam, Chapter 34 · source
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As you pass along Killary Harbour, there's an old tale from these waters. Fishermen were out one night between the Killeries and Westport, and they sheltered for some hours in a sea-cave. One man fell into a deep sleep and the others left without him. He woke to seals coming in, not knowing he was there. After a while they cast off their skins and took human shape. They talked together, but their talk was sorrowful. They mourned their slain relatives. One of them held up a piece of flesh and said, 'Ah! this is Winny's' — and there the old account ends.
Told by the narrator (z-ai/glm-5.2) from Sketches of the Irish Highlands : description, social and religious, with special reference to Irish mission in West Connaught since 1840 (1863), M'Manus, Henry, Internet Archive sketchesofirishh00mmanuoft, Chapter 9 · source
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As you travel along Killary Harbour, you are passing through what the guide calls the Greater Killery or "red fjord," where the Erriff river valley was deepened and widened into a 12-mile inlet. The glacial phenomena here are very striking. The rocks are scored with groovings pointing down the valley, and masses of moraine matter with huge boulders are strewn along the shore. During the Ice Age this was a much shallower valley and a "channel of fresh water." Old mountain terraces can be seen on the sides of the Delphi valley and along the road to Cong, and at the head of the harbour the lines of river terraces are easily observed. Sheets of lava and ash visible along the south shore road are proofs of volcanic action in this landscape.
Told by the narrator (z-ai/glm-5.2) from Black's guide to Galway, Connemara, and the west of Ireland (1912), Adam and Charles Black (Firm), Internet Archive blacksguidetogal00adam, Chapter 34 · source
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There's a holy well here, Tobar Muire, now blocked and overgrown. People came to it on the 15th of August, the Pattern Fair day, until, as the record says, "travelling people washed their clothes in it and it seized up." A new road has since obliterated it.
Told by the narrator (z-ai/glm-5.2) from National Monuments Service, Sites and Monuments Record (CC-BY 4.0), GA012-003---- · source
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There is a holy well here at Glennagevlagh, close to the head of Killary Harbour. It was a hollow in the corner of a small drystone enclosure, not a natural spring, and it has since been filled in. The base of a modern concrete cross stands at one end. A fish used to be seen in the hollow, but the well has not been frequented in recent times.
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Somewhere about Aasleagh, there's a waterfall marked as a local "lion" — meaning a noted sight for visitors. Aasleagh itself is a hamlet at the head of the Killery, a little over 2 miles from Leenane. The guidebook doesn't say much more about the waterfall than that, so enjoy it for what it is.
Told by the narrator (z-ai/glm-5.2) from Black's guide to Galway, Connemara, and the west of Ireland (1912), Adam and Charles Black (Firm), Internet Archive blacksguidetogal00adam, Chapter 34 · source
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Inland from the road here rises the mountain they call the Devil's Mother, standing 2131 feet high. A guidebook from another age called it quaintly named, and it is certainly one of the landmarks that gives this Connemara landscape its character. The name stops you, but the mountain itself is simply part of the country the road winds through near Leenane.
Told by the narrator (z-ai/glm-5.2) from Black's guide to Galway, Connemara, and the west of Ireland (1912), Adam and Charles Black (Firm), Internet Archive blacksguidetogal00adam, Chapter 34 · source
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Somewhere close to Leenaun, there was a fair where the author once saw a dance. He had to push through a gay crowd to get near it. The music was the pipes, and the players were often strangers from Munster. They were well paid, and wherever they went they were lodged and feasted for nothing. Dancing was one of the chief ways people cheered a monotonous life. In winter it was held in private houses, but in summer out in the open air, especially at patterns or religious festivals. The author happened once to meet one of these pipers, a man he found very intelligent, perhaps from his constant travelling. The piper told him that besides his wanderings in Ireland, he had visited the Scottish highlands and played at their merry meetings. He liked them much, and having attended their worship, he thought well of it.
Told by the narrator (z-ai/glm-5.2) from Sketches of the Irish Highlands : description, social and religious, with special reference to Irish mission in West Connaught since 1840 (1863), M'Manus, Henry, Internet Archive sketchesofirishh00mmanuoft, Chapter 24 · source
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Somewhere close to Killary Harbour stood the fort of Lis-na-Keeran, where a chief invited Fionn and his Fenian knights to a banquet. It was a trap. The knights sat down and were instantly fixed to the benches by magic, unable to rise or move. Oscar and his father had suspected treachery and refused to sit. Fionn chewed his thumb, from which he always drew knowledge of the future, and saw a great warrior riding fiercely toward the fort. He knew that unless this warrior was stopped before crossing a certain ford, they would all die, brought there only to be slain by their treacherous host. Unless the warrior was killed and his blood sprinkled on the knights, they would remain fixed to those benches forever.
Told by the narrator (z-ai/glm-5.2) from Ancient Legends, Mystic Charms & Superstitions of Ireland (1887), Lady Wilde, Project Gutenberg #61436, Chapter 31 · source
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You are coming along Killary Harbour now. The name means red valley, and it is well-earned. The rocks on every side carry a curious reddish-purple tinge, so the whole place looks as though heather were blooming across it. More than elsewhere along this coast, a rich red dye for homespun wool is in great favour here with women and girls. Many a fine view across the harbour is touched up in the foreground by a flaming bit of that colour against the dark rock. The local industries are crochet-lace and tweeds, and specimens of both can be seen at Leenane, in process and finished. The direct road from Letterfrack to Leenane runs about 12 and a half miles. After passing the Post Office, for a mile and a half it becomes an avenue of fuchsias of unusual height and flower, growing in greater luxuriance than anywhere else in these islands. Letterfrack itself lies between the Twelve Pins and the sea.
Told by the narrator (z-ai/glm-5.2) from Guide to Galway, Connemara and the West of Ireland (1912), Lang, Robert Turnbull, 1870-, Internet Archive guidetogalwaycon00lang, Chapter 34 · source
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Somewhere around here are the ruins of an old castle, and in its day this castle was celebrated for one thing above all: its eyrie of hunting hawks. The book calls Bunowen the most remarkable place along the coastal road from Roundstone to Clifden. The road itself presents a succession of islands, bays, sand-hills, and promontories, with glimpses of the open Atlantic throughout. But Bunowen stands out. The castle is gone to ruin now, but it was known for its hawks, kept and trained here when it was whole. Worth noticing as you pass along the shore is a kind of seaweed thrown up after great storms. It is called Sargasso, and those learned in such matters say it is entirely different from other Irish or British algae. They suppose it has drifted from a vast distance in the west, probably from the American coasts. Strange nuts of an unfamiliar kind have been picked up on this shore too, carried the same way. Still more common are pieces of white coral. They strew all Ballyconree Bay, to the north of Clifden, and in one place, ground down by friction against the rocks, they form a literal and most beautiful coral strand. The writer had not expected to meet with such a thing on the Irish coast. There is the extraordinary fact of the temperature of this ocean as well. In winter it is warmer by several degrees than the atmosphere. The cause is the great Gulf Stream, originating off Mexico, making the circuit of the northern seas, carrying vital warmth to an otherwise cold and barren country. Hence the genial clime and verdant fields of Ireland, instead of nine months of frost and snow as in Labrador, which sits at the same latitude. Once the system of heating houses by hot water pipes was thought to be a new invention, but here a similar plan has been at work for ages, blessing the country while they knew it not.
Told by the narrator (z-ai/glm-5.2) from Sketches of the Irish Highlands : description, social and religious, with special reference to Irish mission in West Connaught since 1840 (1863), M'Manus, Henry, Internet Archive sketchesofirishh00mmanuoft, Chapter 101 · source
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Right here beside the road is a holy well associated with St Bridget. It is a small stone-lined spring with a drystone surround, opening to the west. Modern offerings are visible on a ledge above the spring and in a small recess at the back of the surround.
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Right here in Connemara National Park, just north of a graveyard, is a holy well, Tobar Maoilean. It's a natural spring enclosed in a small 19th-century well-house of red brick, with a gabled roof of large slabs and a doorway in the west wall. It was built to supply water to Kylemore Castle. It's reputedly associated with a St Maol or St Maol Roc, but as
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Kylemore Abbey (Irish: Mainistir na Coille Móire) is a Benedictine Monastery founded in 1920 on the grounds of Kylemore Castle, in Connemara, County Galway, Ireland. The Abbey was founded for Benedictine nuns who fled Belgium in World War 1. Since 2022, it has belonged to the English Benedictine Congregation. Under The Kylemore Trust, it continues its mission as a Benedictine monastery, holding Kylemore and its spiritual mission, natural and built heritage in trust for the Irish nation. Kylemore Abbey also operates as one of Ireland's leading visitor attractions.
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Right here at Letterfrack is a graveyard opened around 1890. It holds the marked burials of 78 children, 61 of whom died in the Christian Brothers' industrial school that stood nearby. The burials are marked by heart-shaped stones laid on stone slabs. A white concrete cross stands in the north-west half, mounted in a base, with inscribed limestone plaques on each face carrying a prayer and the names of those who died in the school. A low rubble stone wall encloses the graveyard, with wrought-iron gates between rendered piers. The graveyard has been restored to honour the memory of these children, many of whose short lives were marked by appalling mistreatment.
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Right here at the western foot of Diamond Hill, within Connemara National Park, stands a very ruined court tomb. There's no court left. What remains is a gallery aligned north to south, divided into two chambers by a pair of transversely set jambs. The south end has seen interference, and the stones there seem to be the last vestiges of an old field wall.
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Right here in the bogland of Dawros More is a holy well associated locally with St Ceannannach. It's a natural spring with a few stones arranged around it. The marks of the saint's fist, hand and knee are pointed out on the exposed rock on the west side of the well.
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Right here at Rosleague in Galway is a children's burial ground, a small unenclosed plot about 10 metres by 9, marked with simple shale stones. About 15 grave-markers are visible, along with some possible stone-lined graves. One large example resembles a leacht. Local information says that Spanish sailors who drowned off a ship delivering coal at the nearby pier in Letterfrack are also buried here.
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There's a holy well right here at Moyard. It's a natural spring set into a recess in the field bank beside the road. No offerings are visible now, and the well is used for watering cattle in the summer.
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This is a burial site, right here at Moyard in Galway. It sat near the crest of a small hill in rough pastureland, marked on old maps at a right-angled corner of a field boundary. No visible trace survives on the surface today. A holy well lies about 40 metres to the north-west.
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Right beside the road here at Streamstown, in Galway, there is a court tomb, partly ruined and built into a mound. It sits at the east end of a ridge overlooking Streamstown Bay. You can make out the remains of a court at the east end, and a gallery divided into two chambers, though the south side of the east chamber is missing. The remains of a house stand at the north end of the mound.
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Right here is an unclassified megalithic tomb on a south-facing slope overlooking Streamstown Bay. It has a subrectangular chamber aligned east-south-east to west-north-west, closed at both ends by single slabs. Set stones to the east and west may indicate further structure, and traces of a low mound run along the west side. The chamber has been completely dug out, with the spoil deposited outside the south side. The remains are too scant to classify the tomb.
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Right here at Cleggan, on the north shore of Cleggan Bay, there's a court tomb. What's left is a gallery running east-south-east to west-north-west, with the eastern front appearing incomplete. West of a pair of jambs, the gallery splits into two chambers divided by a septal stone and jamb. The innermost western chamber is narrower and more lightly built than the rest. A large roofstone still covers the eastern chamber, and a long displaced stone, probably a lintel, lies just west of the jambs. Some of the mound survives on the south side.
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Right here at An Doirín, in Galway, there's an unclassified megalithic tomb at the foot of a steep rock face above the southern reaches of Streamstown Bay. It's a roughly angled structure, aligned east-northeast to west-southwest, covered by two roof-stones, with a western opening divided by a longitudinally set stone. Traces of a mound survive on the west, north, and east sides. The remains are too incomplete to permit classification. A note suggests Petrie in 1972 may have called it a cromleac adjoining Dunmore.
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Up ahead is Clifden, in Galway, where one of the hardest stories of 1847 took place. The Clifden Union was bankrupt, and a few days before a visitor arrived that autumn, the wretched inmates of the poor-house had been expelled and the doors closed against any further admissions. More than two-thirds of the union's population, 57,253 persons, had been receiving daily rations at one period, and the whole annual value of the union, £43,617, had been spent. Many of those expelled from the poor-house took up abode in holes and cavities in a hillside adjoining the town, where gravel had been dug. Their sunken faces and wasted forms told a tale of hunger and privation. The visitor could not forget one poor lad of about fourteen, with a hollow choking voice, who begged him for a little meal to keep the life in him. The boy's ghastly livid face and emaciated form, wasted with hunger and sores, marked him as what the visitor called a breathing skeleton, unlikely to last long in this world. The estates composing the union were mortgaged to nearly their full value, their nominal owners living in Dublin or abroad or shut up in their castles, dependants of the mortgagees who allowed them a pittance of a few hundreds a year.
Told by the narrator (z-ai/glm-5.2) from A Visit to Connaught in the Autumn of 1847: A Letter Addressed to the ... (1848), James Hack Tuke , Society of Friends Dublin Monthly Meeting . Central Relief Committee, Central Relief Committee of the Society of Friends (Dublin, Ireland), Internet Archive avisittoconnaug00irelgoog · source
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Owing to its former lawless condition, no Protestant settlers had made their way into it until about eighty years ago, when Colonel Martin introduced a colony. These, from their names, appear to have been English; the principal being Coneys, Corbet, Baker, Powall, Dissel, Disney, Cottenham, &c. They settled chiefly at Clifden and Ballinakill. For their spiritual oversight, a minister was brought with them, whose name I do not mention, for he was an unworthy pastor. The Sunday service was his whole work; on week days he never visited his people, nor did he provide a school for their children. On the contrary, his activities were absorbed in the then fashionable occupation of — smuggling; and, being detected at last, no less than £300 worth of contraband tobacco and whiskey were seized on his premises. But, alas ! there was then no authority to punish his neglect of souls, or other minister to supply his lack of service. And what was the consequence ? In course of time the entire colony, with only two exceptions, lapsed to Romanism. Many are the lessons taught by this sad history. We cannot stop to dwell on them; but shall only remark in passing, the advantage to our common Protestantism of there being now several branches of it at work through the land, one supplying the defect of the other, and thus preventing such lamentable defections as the above. Let it also be learned from this case, how powerless is dead Protestantism to cope with a sincere Romanism; and how indispensable, for the very existence of a Church, is a pious Gospel mi-
Read from Sketches of the Irish Highlands : description, social and religious, with special reference to Irish mission in West Connaught since 1840 (1863), M'Manus, Henry, Internet Archive sketchesofirishh00mmanuoft, Chapter 35 · source
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Clifden, the town you are passing through, was the centre of one of the worst scenes of the famine winter of 1847. The labourers of Connaught could not get employment, though they would have worked for 6d. a day or even less. Many said they would gladly work for their daily food, and there were cases where one quart of meal was all an able-bodied man received for a day's work. The roads in many places became what the book calls chanel-housis. Several car and coach drivers told the writer that they rarely drove anywhere without seeing dead bodies strewn along the roadside, and that in the dark they had even gone over them. A gentleman told him that in the neighbourhood of Clifden, one inspector of roads had caused no less than 140 bodies to be buried, which he found scattered along the highway. There were cases where all other members of a family had perished and the last survivor earthed up the door of his cabin, to keep out pigs and dogs, and then laid himself down to die in what the book calls this fearful family vault. The writer could only look forward to the coming winter as even more fearful and more fatal than the past.
Told by the narrator (z-ai/glm-5.2) from A Visit to Connaught in the Autumn of 1847: A Letter Addressed to the ... (1848), James Hack Tuke , Society of Friends Dublin Monthly Meeting . Central Relief Committee, Central Relief Committee of the Society of Friends (Dublin, Ireland), Internet Archive avisittoconnaug00irelgoog, Chapter 1 · source
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Right here is a former jail, built about 1830. It was a bridewell, designed for the Commissioners of Prisons, and it is a rare surviving example of its kind. There is a guard block with a later cell block added to the east, all inside a battered rubble limestone wall. The walls are roughcast rendered limestone, with cast-iron bars across the windows. The record calls it well designed and detailed, and says its form gives significant information about the judicial system in the 19th century.
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Somewhere close to Ardbear, at the head of two bays, lay well-known oyster beds belonging to Mr. Corless of Dublin. The beds sat at Ardbear and Mannin, south of Clifden, and Clifden Castle, formerly belonging to the D'Arcys, stood about 2 miles up the bay. The D'Arcys had done much to improve this part of Connemara, but became so reduced by their own liberality that they were compelled to sell their property. The castle is in a ruinous state, standing in a fine situation with mountain and wood rising behind and a sloping lawn reaching down to the land-locked bay.
Told by the narrator (z-ai/glm-5.2) from Guide to Galway, Connemara and the West of Ireland (1912), Lang, Robert Turnbull, 1870-, Internet Archive guidetogalwaycon00lang, Chapter 31 · source
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Right here in Ardbear, in Galway, there's a holy well in the south-east part of the cemetery, in a thicket beside an old alder tree. It's a natural spring set within an oval drystone enclosure, about 1.9 metres by 1.53 metres, with a step down to the water on the south side.
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Right here is a megalithic tomb, likely a wedge tomb, set on the west side of a glacial ridge near Ardbear Bay. A small chamber aligned north-west to south-east sits inside an oblong mound about 10 metres by 7 metres, roofed by a single large stone. The chamber and the ground to its north-west have been dug out at some point, so what you come up to is partly disturbed.
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There's a holy well here at Derrigimlagh, right beside the road. All that marks it is a wet hollow among stones on the east face of a small scarp on Daily Hill. It's called an unfinished holy well, associated with St Caíllín. Local tradition says the saint stopped here after leaving Errislannan, but on hearing St Flannan's bell he realised he hadn't gone far enough. He moved on toward Slyne Head, where his real well is to be found.
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Right here is the site of the former Ballyconneely constabulary barracks, built about 1820. It is a solid detached two-storey structure, now vacant and in ruinous condition, with a courtyard and outbuildings to the rear. The record says it was built by the authorities during more turbulent times before the foundation of the Irish Republic, and notes its fine stonework, slate roof, and timber sliding sash windows. Its roadside siting and form make it an important landmark in the local landscape.
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Right here beside the road on low pastureland at the base of a drumlin ridge is a small unenclosed burial ground, about 6 metres by 5 metres. Two graves lie side by side, aligned east to west, edged with small stones and marked at their west ends. Local information says this may be a famine-era burial ground, and it may also have been used as a children's burial ground. A small raised area just north of the two graves marks where the children were buried. The site was brought to the attention of the Archaeological Survey of Ireland by Mr Michael Gibbons.
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Right here beside the road is a burial site at Callow in the Ballynahinch barony of Galway. After a series of winter storms, a section of the shoreline slumped in March 2014 and revealed human remains that had never been recorded before. An almost vertical west-facing sand face stood above a rocky beach, with grass-sod covering the ground above it. Two deposits of bone were visible in that sand face. The main one was 0.8 metres below the surface, a possible shoulder bone projecting about 8 centimetres. There was no obvious grave cut, but a narrow lens of dark clayey sand ran north from under the bone for 0.66 metres. A second smaller deposit, possibly a rib bone, lay 1.55 metres to the north at a shallower depth of 0.55 metres. How the two related was uncertain. Excavations in May and June 2014 showed the bones were those of a child and an adult, and that the adult burial was later than the child's.
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Right here at Dolan in Galway is a children's burial ground, on a small headland at the south end of a sandy beach. Locally it is called Horn graveyard. It is a walled enclosure, roughly 80 metres east to west and 40 metres at its widest. Many small set boulders are visible inside. A number of 20th-century graves stand in the eastern half, marked by cement crosses and modern headstones decorated with sea shells. A midden is associated with the site.
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You're right at a burial site here in Iorras Beag Thiar. A human burial was exposed in eroding dunes along the north face of a former rocky island, now part of the tombola at Dog's Bay. The body was laid on its back, extended, oriented north to south with the head to the south. No grave cut was found. It had been placed on dark soil and covered with sand. The fused skull bones suggested a mature adult, possibly female.
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Here in Iorras Beag Thiar is the site of a children's burial ground, now occupied by a garage, with no visible trace left. A local man explained that there should always be flowing water between a children's burial ground and a proper graveyard, which is why this one was separated from Gorteen graveyard by a small stream.
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As you pass through Roundstone in Galway, there's a story from 1840, when a court held in the village was packed with litigants. Many had no business there but came simply to learn law for future use. In earlier times they boasted the king's writ did not run in Connemara, meaning British law had no force here, but by then they had swung to the opposite extreme and invoked the law on every occasion. One plaintiff, asked to value his damages, claimed sixpence. A quarrelsome man convicted of assault was fined half-a-crown, paid it, then struck the plaintiff again before the magistrate, was fined the same again, paid again, and rushed to the door shouting to the crowd, 'Oh! boys, don't spare one another; fight away as much as ye plaze — 't will be only half-a-crown a-piece to yees!'
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Up ahead you come to Roundstone in Galway. In 1841 a preacher posted placards here announcing an Irish-language sermon for the following Sabbath. He never found out how many Roman Catholics might have come if left to themselves, because they were not left to themselves. A counter-notice appeared on the walls threatening death to any Roman Catholic who attended. He was told this afterwards. So he preached that day to an audience exclusively Protestant. He said Roundstone was the place where he least expected hostility, yet it showed the greatest. He noted that this is no unfrequent occurrence in missionary life. He relates another example of intolerance at the same place. A horse belonging to the Episcopalian minister fell into a marsh and was in danger of drowning. The peasantry are generally prompt to help in such cases, but this was an exception. One man, when asked to aid, bluntly refused, saying of the animal, "The Wicked One is on him." The others proceeded with their efforts without him, and not unsuccessfully. The owner pulled out his purse and handsomely rewarded them. The sight of the money sorely mortified the man who had refused. He made a humiliating confession: "Ah, on myself was the Evil One."
Told by the narrator (z-ai/glm-5.2) from Sketches of the Irish Highlands : description, social and religious, with special reference to Irish mission in West Connaught since 1840 (1863), M'Manus, Henry, Internet Archive sketchesofirishh00mmanuoft, Chapter 100 · source
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Right here on the north shore of Inis Ní is a holy well and monument, marked on maps as dedicated to St Brendan, though locally the place is associated with St Columcille and visited on his day. The well itself is a small smooth pothole in the rock, about 0.3 metres across, with a drystone cairn built around it, and coins and flower remains are visible among the stones. O'Flaherty noted this spot in 1684 as a place in memory of St Brendan.
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Right beside the road here at Aillenacally in Galway is a holy well below the high water mark at the north end of Roundstone Bay. It is a smooth, deep, round pothole, 0.3 metres across, with the remains of a small cairn on the rock outcrop beside it. It is associated locally with St Columcille.
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As you travel through Connemara, you are on roads that changed this district in ways not everyone welcomed. Alexander Nimmo engineered these roads some years before the 1840s, overcoming serious difficulties, and the historian Hardiman called him the greatest benefactor Connemara has ever had. But some of the natives openly denounced the roads as a curse. Their saying was, "There is no luck in the country since they began to make the roads, and to build the big slated houses." The reason was substantial. While Connemara stayed inaccessible, it was the emporium of a smuggling trade with America and the West Indies, a mine of gold for many inhabitants. A whole district would club together to buy and freight vessels, each contributor profiting in proportion to his investment, sharing the risk of capture and the dangers of the sea. Capture was rare, as the Government kept no strict watch on the numerous bays of the west coast. The district filled with contraband goods, sugar, rum, brandy, tobacco, and wine, sold by stealth to shopkeepers in neighbouring towns. Enough surplus remained in Connemara to reduce prices there to a minimum, and this sterile country abounded in the luxuries of life. An old man said in Irish that there was not at that time so plentiful a country for a poor man in all the nine regions.
Told by the narrator (z-ai/glm-5.2) from Sketches of the Irish Highlands : description, social and religious, with special reference to Irish mission in West Connaught since 1840 (1863), M'Manus, Henry, Internet Archive sketchesofirishh00mmanuoft, Chapter 20 · source
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Right here at Doire Fhada Thiar, two boulders set in the ground mark a burial called Corr na mBráithre. It's said to be the grave of a priest who swam across from Toombeola Friary on the opposite shore of the bay when soldiers attacked it. He was caught and killed here, close to the seashore on Cloonisle Bay.
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Right here, just south of the road, are three or four rectangular graves, aligned north to south, each marked by head and foot stones. They sit above the high water mark on the inner reaches of Cloonisle Bay. The record notes they were not visited by the survey.
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You are coming near Lough Doon, one of the small lakes beyond Narin on Dunmore Head. Out on the lake there is an islet, and on it stands a bawan, a stone cashel, the dwelling of some petty chief. It is well preserved, larger than the one on Lough Birroge nearby, which is smaller and has been in ruins for a long time. Both may have been meant as safe harbouring for cattle. The larger one is connected with the story of a witch and her cow. She was wont to drive her cow to pasture, and on its return she would turn it into a stone for the night. One day a fisherman struck her, and he and she were both turned into stones. The cow is occasionally heard lowing beneath the waters. It has been known to come out and walk round the islet, lowing pitifully for her mistress, who exists no longer. It is one of those stories like the one told of Inish Bofin in Connemara. A bright old inhabitant of Narin told the story of the two bawans with a liveliness that cannot be reproduced. Two sister-witches each owned one of these lakes.
Told by the narrator (z-ai/glm-5.2) from Haunts of the eagle : man and wild nature in Donegal (1924), Fox, Arthur William, Internet Archive hauntsofeagleman00foxa, Chapter 72 · source
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Right here beside the road is a wedge tomb on the south-west slopes of Cashel Hill. It's well preserved. The gallery runs east to west, with a leaning transverse slab separating the main chamber from the portico. A single roof slab covers the main chamber. The outer walling tapers to a point about 1.5 metres east of the backstone, and traces of a mound still survive around it.
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The "Govtla" or Cashel Fishery is leased by Iklr. O'Loghlen, the proprietor of the Zetland Arms Hotel {1. A. C), Cashel, situated from 2 to 3 miles from the Gowla river and 5 miles from Recess Station. This is pre-eminently an Anglers' hotel, and those who are enthusiasts will thoroughly appreciate
Read from Guide to Galway, Connemara and the West of Ireland (1912), Lang, Robert Turnbull, 1870-, Internet Archive guidetogalwaycon00lang, Chapter 30 · source
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Here's the holy well of Tobar Chonaill, right beside the road on this small stream. It's a horseshoe-shaped drystone enclosure, 2.5 metres by 1.5 metres, opening to the south-east and straddling the water. It's still much frequented by locals.
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Right here is a children's burial ground known locally as An Chill Bheag, the little church, or Reilig na bPáistí, the burial ground of the children. It sits on a north-facing slope under alders, roughly rectangular, bounded by field walls and a scarp. Numerous small set stones mark graves oriented east to west, with many concentrated at the south-west. One small wooden cross was present when the site was recorded.
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Right here at Camas Uachtair is a children's burial ground, at the north foot of Cnoc Chamais near the shore of Cuan Chamais. It's an unenclosed area, now overgrown with dense scrub and hard to make out, but local tradition holds that this was where children were buried.
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Right here is a holy well known locally as Tobar Naomh Phádraig, a natural spring in a quarry. Someone blasted it, and the man who did that fell and broke his leg on the same day two years running.
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Right here at Doire an Fhéich in Galway is a children's burial ground, a small unenclosed plot. Many small set stones are visible within it. The record notes it stands immediately east of Droichead an Chroisín.
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Right here at Cladhnach in Galway is a holy well known locally as Tobar Mhuire. It's a smooth natural pothole, 0.2 metres across, cut into a rock outcrop close to the east gable of a modern house. A round flat stone serves as a lid. Saint's footprints are pointed out in the rock beside it.
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As you pass through Carrowroe, this was a place an old man once called healthy, with clean air blowing. He told a visitor that round about, in nearby districts, you would hear of a score and more people stretched out waiting for their death from typhus fever. There was also a sickness called consumption that some died of. He accepted it as the will of God, and said that in every place people are getting their death one way or another. But his own place, he said, was enjoying good health. Then he gave a few blessings, got up, and left.
Told by the narrator (z-ai/glm-5.2) from In Wicklow, West Kerry and Connemara (1911), Synge, J. M. (John Millington), 1871-1909, Internet Archive inwicklowwestker00syngrich, Chapter 1 · source
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As you pass through Carrowroe in Galway, this is the country an old man once described when he recalled the old trade of illicit poteen-making. He said it was a great trade at that time. The police would be down on their knees blowing the fire with their own breath to make a drink for themselves, and then go off with the butt of an old barrel, and that was one seizure, and an old bag with a handful of malt, and that was another seizure, and would satisfy the law. A man would get ten shillings for a gallon, and it was a good trade for poor people. But now, he said, they must have the worm and the still and a prisoner, and there is little of it made in the country.
Told by the narrator (z-ai/glm-5.2) from In Wicklow, West Kerry and Connemara (1911), Synge, J. M. (John Millington), 1871-1909, Internet Archive inwicklowwestker00syngrich, Chapter 1 · source
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Right here at Ros an Mhíl, Tóin an Chnoic in Galway, there's a children's burial ground known locally as Garraí na bPáistí. A few small set stones mark it in the west part of a field on an east-facing slope near the shore. Local tradition says it was in use until 50 years ago, and that Famine victims were buried just south of the townland boundary wall.
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Up ahead the road takes you through Spiddal in Galway. An old woman was begging here once, and when the traveller spoke to her in Irish, she turned back and poured out her thanks with extraordinary profusion. "That the blessing of God may be on you," she said, "on road and on ridgeway, on sea and on land, on flood and on mountain, in all the kingdoms of the world" — and so on, until he was too far off to hear what she was saying. Spiddal showed curious gradations of type, especially on Sundays and holidays, when everyone dressed as their fancy led them and as well as they could manage. Watching people come from Mass, the order was plain. Police and coastguards came first in their smartest uniforms, then shopkeepers dressed like the people of Dublin but a little more grotesquely, then the well-to-do country folk in the best and newest local clothes, looking well-fed and healthy, a few of the girls magnificently built. Last of all came the destitute.
Told by the narrator (z-ai/glm-5.2) from In Wicklow, West Kerry and Connemara (1911), Synge, J. M. (John Millington), 1871-1909, Internet Archive inwicklowwestker00syngrich, Chapter 1 · source
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As you pass through Spiddle in Galway, you're near the quay where J.M. Synge once watched a small ritual of poverty. An old man was down by the harbour when a young man came down from a field of black earth where he'd been digging a drain, and asked him in Gaelic for a spark for his pipe. The old man disappeared for a moment, then came back with a smouldering end of a turf sod and threw it up onto the pier. The young man caught it with a quick downward grab, blew it into a blaze, lit his pipe, and went back to his work. These people were so poor that many of them did not spend any money on matches. The spark of lighting turf was kept alive day and night on the hearth, and when a man went out fishing or to work in the fields he usually carried a lighted sod with him, buried in ashes or dry rubbish so he could use it when he needed it. On the way back to the village an old woman begged from them, speaking in English, as most people did to anyone who was not a native, and Synge said a blessing to her in return.
Told by the narrator (z-ai/glm-5.2) from In Wicklow, West Kerry and Connemara (1911), Synge, J. M. (John Millington), 1871-1909, Internet Archive inwicklowwestker00syngrich, Chapter 1 · source
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Right here beside the road is the mass rock, known locally as Carrig an Aifreann. It sits in rough grazing ground with outcropping limestone, a stream to the east and a house built just over two metres to the south-west. The rock itself is a large natural piece of outcropping limestone, aligned north-north-east to south-south-west. Its upper face runs nearly three metres long, widening from half a metre at one end to one and a half metres at the other. It stands about half a metre high on its east side and rises to nearly two metres on the west, where a steep drop falls into a short narrow gully. Along the east face there is a landing, over two metres long and just over a metre wide, made of natural rock outcrop with concrete flooring. You reach it by two flights of steps, one of natural rock and one of concrete.
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Right here beside the road is Séipéal Mhuire Réalt na Mara, the Catholic church at Na Forbacha. In the graveyard stands a gable-fronted mausoleum built about 1860, the last resting place of the local Blake family. It is built of coursed rubble sandstone with dressed limestone quoins and a base batter, and roofed with large limestone slabs, a detail the record calls increasingly rare. It has lancet openings with limestone surrounds and a pointed-arch door, recently blocked. The record notes its quality workmanship and symmetrical design, and says it contrasts well with the smooth rendered walls of the church itself.
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Right here is a holy well called Tobar Éinne, opposite a church. It's a natural spring in a rock fissure, inside a small modern rectangular enclosure. A stone cairn with a modern cross stands just south of it.
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Right here, on the west bank of Barna Stream where it flows into White Strand Bay, stood a castle known as Sean Chaislean Bheárna. It was occupied by Owen Ohalorane in 1574. By the early 1800s it appears to have been completely demolished, and no visible trace survives now.
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Here at Pollnarooma West is a children's burial ground, Cill na bPáistí, marked on the first edition of the OS map as a small rectangular building. Today only a subrectangular area, 17 metres by 10 metres, with some boulders visible, remains.
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You're coming through Salthill, the sea-bathing resort about a mile and a half west of Galway. It was much frequented in summer for its bathing, with an extensive suite of public baths attached to a small hotel and a made esplanade of some two miles along the shore. It was connected to Galway by tram-car, and the road continues along the coast toward Spiddle and Costelloe.
Told by the narrator (z-ai/glm-5.2) from Guide to Galway, Connemara and the West of Ireland (1912), Lang, Robert Turnbull, 1870-, Internet Archive guidetogalwaycon00lang, Chapter 25 · source
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Along here at Rockhill, a notice went up in May 1830 from someone calling himself Captain Rock. He warned that anyone who had any dealings with a certain person in the town of Sligo would get a visit, as he put it,
Told by the narrator (z-ai/glm-5.2) from History of Sligo, county and town, from the close of the Revolution of 1688 to the present time (1892), Wood-Martin, W. G. (William Gregory), 1847-1917, Internet Archive historyofsligoco00wood, Chapter 162 · source
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How hard it is to realize this pre-eminence now as we walk through the deserted byeways, and note its tottering habitations, its quondam palaces crumbling into an inglorious decay. Here and there, perhaps, a quaintly-gabled house or a solidly-built mansion, rising in lonely dignity, relieves the sad monotony; but, for the most part, little now remains to tell the story of the past but an occasional piece of quaintly-carved stone set into an incon grous mass of ill-built brickwork or inartistic stucco. And as we study on these — the inscription or family arms almost obliterated by the hand of time— we cannot help the feeling which steals upon us, that it is but the cemetery of a leparted city we are walking through, and that these relics we linger so fondly over are but the tombstones of its departed grandeurs. Later, perchance, when the evening conies, and we rest ourselves on the rocky shore of Salthill, these same stones furnish us with a more pleasing occupation for our fancy, and as we watch the mists rising from the placid sea and wrapping in their grey mantle the purple hills of Thomond, or see in the east the grassy headlands standing in bold relief against a sky of tawny gold, our thoughts fly back through the centuries to the days of the city's greatness. We think how once these quiet shores echoed to the sullen boom of cannon that shook the proud battlements of Galway to their very foundation, and back from these battlements came the angry reply of the city guns, and the defiant shouts of its grim defenders. Too well, alas ! these invading cannons delivered their message of destruction, for scarce a stone now remains to tell its story of gallant defence; scarce a document survives the exultant vandalism of the sometime successful besiegers. The smoke of their burnings hangs about the history of the city — a cloud of obscurity which the deepest research can never fully dispel.
Read from The Gailliv. : an illustrated history of the ancient city of Galway (1901), Travers, D., ed, Internet Archive gaillivillustrat00trav, Chapter 20 · source
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Somewhere around here is the Galway Famine Ship Memorial, in Celia Griffin Memorial Park in Salthill. It was unveiled on 4 July 2012 and builds on an older limestone monument to Celia Griffin, a girl who died at age 6 on the streets of Galway during the Great Famine. Two sandstone monuments carved as ships' sails flank that original stone, each engraved with the names of 50 ships that carried people escaping the famine. Those ships were often poorly maintained and disease spread fast aboard them, causing many deaths on the voyages.
Told by the narrator (z-ai/glm-5.2) from Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia (CC BY-SA 4.0), en.wikipedia.org: Galway Famine Ship Memorial · source
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As you pass through the Claddagh, this old fishing quarter of Galway, you are moving through a place that came close to extinction in the famine years. When William Forster visited the Claddagh fishermen in 1846, he found them in utter destitution. The first shock of the famine, combined with a bad season and the loss of the potato, had forced them to pawn their nets and almost every article connected with their boats, just to buy a little meal. A grant of one hundred pounds let them redeem their nets and resume fishing, and by this timely grant, as the author writes, "some hundreds of lives were, I doubt not, saved." By the autumn of 1847, when this account was written, no particular distress existed at the Claddagh, and the colony had escaped the extreme misery and mortality prevalent around them. The author noted that few of the fishermen spoke English, and that stories of their gross superstition were largely unfounded, though they were extremely ignorant and sadly under superstitious dominion. He also observed that Galway market was completely overstocked with fish, with tons of it lying unfit for sale.
Told by the narrator (z-ai/glm-5.2) from A Visit to Connaught in the Autumn of 1847: A Letter Addressed to the ... (1848), James Hack Tuke , Society of Friends Dublin Monthly Meeting . Central Relief Committee, Central Relief Committee of the Society of Friends (Dublin, Ireland), Internet Archive avisittoconnaug00irelgoog, Chapter 1 · source
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Along here on Lombard Street, in 1624, a Galway magistrate hanged his own son from a window of his house rather than yield to a mob demanding mercy. The crowd had gathered, furious, calling for the young man's life to be spared. The father refused. He was satisfied, the record says, with the silent approval of a good conscience, conscious of having fulfilled his duty to God, to man, and his country. The act awed them. They stood motionless with amazement, admiration and sorrow united in them, and when all was over they slowly and peaceably retired. The innocent cause of this lamentable tragedy, a woman, is said to have died of grief. The father of her lover, the magistrate, secluded himself from society for the remainder of his days, never seen again except by his mourning family. The house still stood in Lumbard Street at the time of writing, and the street was locally known as Dead-man's Lane. The execution is said to have taken place at a window in the rear of the house. But the common belief was that he was suspended over the front window, which is marked by a carving in black marble of a human skull with two bones crossed beneath. It is dated 1624, and is supposed to have been put up by some of his family as a public memorial of a transaction which succeeding times looked upon with astonishment. Opinions may be divided as to the cruelty or inhumanity of the father, but few will question the integrity of the judge or the equity of the sentence. After so brilliant an example of justice, the town attained a degree of universal credit within little more than a century after this period.
Told by the narrator (z-ai/glm-5.2) from The Gailliv. : an illustrated history of the ancient city of Galway (1901), Travers, D., ed, Internet Archive gaillivillustrat00trav, Chapter 28 · source
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Right here at the junction of Shop Street and Abbeygate Street Upper, almost at the centre of old medieval Galway, stands Lynch's Castle, the finest surviving urban tower-house in the country. The oldest part dates to around 1500, though nobody knows which member of the Lynch family built it or exactly when. It was certainly the home of a very wealthy Lynch, and was reputedly the residence of Thomas Lynch fitz Andrew, mayor of Galway in 1654, before he was deposed by the Cromwellian military governor Colonel Peter Stubbers. Massive alterations followed in the early nineteenth century, when the floor levels were changed and late Georgian windows inserted. The Munster and Leinster Bank leased the building in 1918 and bought it outright later, with further renovations around 1930. The castle originally had five storeys, one more than survives today. Three gun-loops remain on the corner, and between the third and fourth storeys on Shop Street you can see the blocked-up remains of a large decorated window, typical of tower-houses where the principal living rooms were on the upper floors. Merchant's marks shaped like a reversed 4 sit below the hood-moulds, undoubtedly belonging to the original owner, though his identity is unknown. Eighteen carved water-spouts, nine of them true gargoyles in the form of grotesque animal and human heads, are a most unusual feature. Three panels bear coats-of-arms: the Lynch arms with griffin supporters and the inscription Scutum de Lynche, the Fitzgerald arms, and the royal arms of Henry VII with a Latin inscription reading Long live the King of England, France and Lord of Ireland. Two Latin inscriptions from scripture complete the carving, one reading After darkness I hope for light, the other He hath put down the mighty from their seat and hath exalted the lowly.
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Along here, in 1802, an extensive meat market was erected near William's-gate, partly on the site of the upper citadel, which had been shortly before demolished. A spacious entrance led from the public street to the market, fitted up with shedded stalls and benches where butcher's meat of every description was daily exposed for sale. Beef, mutton, pork and bacon came plentifully from the adjoining counties. A peculiarly sweet-flavoured mutton from the islands of Arran was frequently to be had, small, seldom weighing more than 10 to 14 lbs a quarter, but delicious, full of gravy, and much sought after by epicures. Lamb, kid and veal of superior quality always appeared in their proper seasons, and the liberties of the town afforded an abundant supply of live poultry. There was also plenty of game and wild fowl in the season. The filthy practice of blowing the meat when hot, inflating it with the tainted breath of the operator, was becoming less frequent.
Told by the narrator (z-ai/glm-5.2) from The history of the town and county of the town of Galway, from the earliest period to the present time (vol. n/a) (1926), Hardiman, James, Internet Archive historyoftowncouhard, Chapter 248 · source
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