any more miracles and sign is on it, he never gave him a parish. Father Burke had a lovely head of aubrun hair. He was as white as snow in the morning after laying the ghost. People would tell you that he had a very severe struggle with him & that he was within 'the black of your nail' of being bested in the fray."
[I knew Father Burke when he was over 70 years of age. Show-white hair; beautiful eyes; chanter at every Office for the dead, but still a curate. PMD 1937]
My own story:-
In the summer of 1913 I selected the Kellistown area for intensive field work. I spend all my summer holidays in those days in field work & during the remainder of the year I have ample time to carry on the necessary complementary research in the libraries. Lord Walter Fitzgerald was my constant companion during these early days of enthusiastic archaeology. I may add that I insisted on his signing all my contributions to The Kildare Archaeological Journal.
"I was living in Tullow at the time. Passing home by Aughmora one evening at dusk, I met a white greyhound on the bridge. Futher enquiries made on the following morning failed to elicit the information that anybody in the locality possessed a greyhound of any description. I observed, however, that the bridge was being