The townland bounding Killahan on the west is Ballymacaquim. The castle there was at one time occupied by a tyrant called Macaquim who had one daughter as cruel as himself. There were no national schools in those days, but learned men went round and taught in different places in what were called "hedge-schools", and

There is a story told about a woman in Killahan, whom there used be a dog always following whenever she went out after dark. One night she was returning from a neighbour's house, and the little dog followed close at her heels the whole of the journey homewards. She was very frightened, and next day she told her story to the neighbour. This woman advised her to speak the next time she

There lived long long ago in Killahan in a tiny cottage a poor widow and her daughter. The girl was very delicate when she was young and her mother was afraid to let her do any work. The mother used do all the work, so one day however, she

About twelve miles from this place there is a little village called Killahan. Out side an old forge in the village there was a huge stone. It was so heavy that any man could not lift it. Strong men tried to lift it but they did not succeed. At last a man from Barrow visited the place. He saw the stone and to the surprise of all who looked on

lace from the gipsy, they travel in caravans and play music at night 'round their glowing camp-fires.
Our best known travellers here are- Mongons, Nevins, Stephen's, Joyce's, Wests, Greens, Quinns and Wards, and their camping ground is at Killahan bridge just outside our village.

road was paved all the way. This road is very useful at the present day to local farmers as it is running through the richest part of Kerry. It also passes by an ancient hermitage and Kiltomey grave-yard, and also Killahan grave-yard and an ancient Celtic cross is at the other side of the road.
It also passes through Lerrig where stands an ancient ogham stone, near the ruins of the Lerrig chapel.

A storm and rain took place in October 1880. At that time there lived a weaver who originally belonged to Killahan, His name was Mick Shea. When he had his trade learned he left and set up for him selfs a work shop on the bank of Gale river, between Listowel and Liselton in a timber house and was married. At that time he got an order from one of his customers to weave a linen towel one night fora private Mass next morning. He was a long part of the night weaving in his loom and expecting the neighbour to come for the towel.

car with a trunk. They would travel to Queenstown by train the first day and sail from Queenstown port next morning for New York. The ship used to be sailing about two weeks each voyage. Some of the land in Fortwilliam is hilly. There is a streamlet running between Cahernade and Fortwilliam.The name of the townland in which I live is Killahan. The Irish for this word is Cíll Cathan. Cíll means a Church and Cathan was the name of a Priest who lived in the Church in this townland and that was how Killahan got its name. There are 18 old houses and 4 new ones in this townland. There is a family in every house. There are five old people that are over 70 years of age but any one of them don't know any thing about Irish. The most common family name in this townland is Healy. There are 126 people in this townland altogether.
There are three old ruins of houses in this district and the names of the people who lived in them were Conways, Leens, and Connors. Within the last few years there are a lot of people from this district going to foreign Countries. Nearly in every farm in this district there is a hill and a bog but all the rest of the land is good.My home district is Kilbricane and my home town is Tralee. There are 12 families and 46 people in the townland.
My parish is Abbeydorney. Most common houses are slated ones but there are a few thatched houses also. There are a couple of new houses in my townland.
There is an old woman by the name of Ann Shea who does not know any Irish stories but she knows English stories. She is over 70 years old. My name and address Willie Diggin Kilbricane.

There was once a man whose name was Peter Edwards who lived in Killahan. This man did not spend one penny of his money for a bad purpose. Every penny was spent to good advantage. He went to a fair one day and he met a man with ten donkeys. This man asked him if he would buy a donkey for one pound. He had heard by this time that there was to be a donkey fair in Killarney the following day. To that fair and he got a

About eighteen years ago a very peculiar incident happened at Killahan. Tom Canty was cutting turf in the bog, and there was no one at home but his family, the eldest being about 16 at the time. About 7 o'clock in the evening, as it was getting dark, a tall man dressed in black walked down from the room saying to the children, "that is a nice state your pig is in". He then walked out of the door, and in to the piggery. The children ran to a neighbouring house, and the neighbour went back with them. They lit a candle, and went to the room, from whence the man came. When they entered the room the pig walked from under the bed. They drove him to the piggery the door of which was closed and bolted. Next morning as they

A person died in Killahan and two of her friends went to Tralee for a coffin. It was evening before they left the town.
When they came to a place where the horses take water at Oakpark, a man was leaning against the ditch, near the stream. While the horse was drinking the man told them, to hurry home or they would be too late. They drove the pony as fast as he could travel. When they arrived, they found that the corpse was swelling and they were only just

B Many years ago there was a Church from the graveyard in Killahan across the road to the old Cross in Flaherty's field. The chapel fell after a number of years. A big cross was then erected over the place where a priest was buried. During Cromwell's time, his soldiers were passing by and they shot off one arm of the cross. It began to bleed, and the marks of the blood are seen on it at the present day. It is said that when the Cromwellian

One day a man living in Killahan went drawing stones from a fort. He saw a few bones and he threw them into the cart. That night when he was in bed, the bed was suddenly lifted up, and then left drop so that the legs of it were driven down through the floor.
Then a voice told him that if he replaced the bones he would not be interfered with again. He put the bones back next day, and he was never troubled ever after.

Many years ago there was a public road across Horgan's hill in Cahernade, and coming out at Killahan.
There was another road leading from Behans' across the country to William Dennehy's in Ballincloher.

On the 13th May fair in Listowel some time previous to 1830, some Magheragh men (Ballyduff, Causeway, Ballyheigue, Killahan etc.) men were selling potatoes. A discussion arose as to the comparative merits of the potatoes between the Magheragh men and the Cul-na-lín (Culeen near Listowel) men. The discussion ended in a fight, where the Magheragh men got off the worst as they wouldn't have the backing in Listowel that the others had. At the Whit Monday fair in Ardfert the fight was renewed. Practically every man in North Kerry took one side or another and for years after whenever people assembled at fair or market on Sunday after mass the fight was renewed. The biggest fight of all took place at Ballyeigh on the 24th June 1834. The North Kerry race meeting was then held in Ballyeigh Strand) opposite the Cashen School) but was eventually transferred to Listowel (1870). The races were held on the right hand side of the River Cashen on the strand where the school is now, and when some of the

There was once a master named Horan. He "teached" school in a barn. The name of the place where he "teached" is Killahan - Tubber. There was a lot of children going to school that time. There walls of the barn are to be seen still. The barn was built about one hundred years ago. They wrote on slates that time. They started to go to school at ten years of age that time.

The bog road leads from Moate to Ballycumber. It was made about forty years ago and passes mostly through bog land.
The New Road leads from Moate to Hall. The Old Road got its name because the Leapes and Moors lived on it. Hundreds of years ago it was made for getting into a bog. Long ago it was only eight feet wide but now it is eleven feet wide. It has been repaired lately.
The Old Avenue joins the Ballycumber Road. It is so called because there is a height and a turn going to to the Ballycumber Road. This road is very narrow. Not many cars go on it.
The Tinnamuck Road runs from Tinnamuck to Kilfoyland. It got that name because it passes through Tinnamuck.
The Castle Road runs from Killahan-Tubber to Ballycumber. When it was being made, there was a castle beside it and they knocked the castle to make some of the road. There are elder bushes growing on the track of the castle now.
The road from Ballycumber to Clara is called the Cluain-Shanny Road.
The Seaul Road runs from Killahan-

Another story which was told , was the tale of the Midnight Hunt, an adventure which took place but a few years recently (ago), and the account of which was given to us by Tom Mc Donnell at the Widow's.
Near our village is a large farm, Killahan, which in former times was owned by landlords by the name of Kelly, and which to-day is one of the few remaining big farms which is still undivided. Long ago it was the scene of many a hunt, and the following story gives an account of such hunt which was re-enacted in the same place a few years ago except that it took place at the hour of midnight.
"It happened" said Tom that two

men from the High Road were always in the habit of going out after rabbits at night and of 'coorse' they always headed for Killahan, for where could they find them more plentiful? One fine starry night without a puff of win' they 'wor' out an' they had fine sport for a couple of hours, till they (ded) decided they had enough of it for one night, an' that 'twas time for them to be goin' home. But before they started out they said they would kindle their pipes, an' sit down to rest for a minute before they faced the walk back. Where did they sit do you think? but under the ruins of the 'out' house that was the Kelly's residence long ago. Ay' an, a fine place it must have been that time too.
They 'wor'ent very long there when they heard some sort of a 'quare' noise just behind them an' with that didn't they hear the sound of sound of hounds an' horses.

an the jingle of spurs, just like as if there was a huntin' party statin' off from somewhere near them. 'Twas (still stranger) a strange sound to hear at the dead hour of midnight, the neighin of horses an' the yappin' of dogs, minghin' with the shoutin' of men. But 'twas still stranger when a fine deer an' a pak of hounds an' about twenty siders, hard behind them, bounds out fair over their heads an' on to the lawn, beneath a sheer drop of about fifteen feet, an' then they disappeared one be one as if the ground opened an' swallowed them.
An' I'm telin' youthe two lads 'wor'ent long about takin' to their heels after that , an' never a word was spoke between them till they arrived at their own doors. An' belive me , lookin' for rabbits in Killahan at night-time didn't bother them from that day to