story. He believed in ghosts from that out.

laid fit for a king. They all sat down at the table & one old man said "who will say grace." 'Oh" says another old lad "Wont the stranger say it" "In the name of the Father Son & Holy Ghost what are yous at all" and as soon as said that they all vanished & he was left in the dark. When he came to the man that owned the house the next morning the man asked him did he see anything because he wondered when he saw the man again. "No" says the traveller "I was quite comfortable. The woman in the gate lodge told him that if he had told the owner his story he would have got a lot of money because no one who had ever gone into that house had come out

haunted and that things used be seen by people coming home at night.This night anyway the girl said she would frighten him coming home. She got a big white sheet and put it around her and stood out on the passage about the time she thought the lad would be coming. So what do you think happened, but wan [one] of the other men got a sheet and put it around him and went after her.
Whatever look she gave around she saw the object in white and there she dropped with the fright.
She was not in the better of it for a long time. She was full sure 'twas a ghost she saw. When she reached the house the Boss asked her what happened her; for she was the colour of death. So she told him the whole story how she went to frighten Pat. Well said the boss I always heard the

Ghost Story - When my Grandmother lived on the mountain, when she was a little girl. They had a little place and they used to keep a few sheep. She had another sister, her name was Julie. Herself and Julie used to go every night to milk the sheep. They used to drive 'em into a corner and milk 'em there. When they'd come home they used boil the milk and throw a drop of sour milk through it to crack it and they'd have it for their supper.
This night Nan couldn't go and Julie had to go alone. She didn't like going alone and she was crying over it.
The field where they had the sheep was a lios they called it the lios field. So began when she got to the field she didn't know what to do to stop the sheep. She sat down near the lios and twasn't long 'til she heard the grandest music you ever heard inside in the lios, 'twas like a concertina was playing. after a time the music stopped and she got up, and she found 'twas dark, or nearly dark. "In the name of God" says she, "what'll I do to stop 'em?" and she cried and cried there. With that she saw a fine young

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

Laying the Ghost of Aughmora
[Aughmora, pronounced "Ac mora", situate parish (R.C) of Rathoe, Co. Carlow]
Extract from my old note no. V, page 2/5 a.-
14/Aug/1908: Great battle fought here. Human remains, bones, was unpleasant, etc when making foundations for the new cottage a few years ago. Legendary account from lips of old resident, over 70 years of age: "The battle was
"fought from Ardristan, through Aughmora and right
"into Kellistown. 'Nothing but bones in that field.
"There was a lot of swords found too. Some of these are
"in Castlemore House, Col. Eustace's place and some were "sent off to Dublin." All during my life we are digging "up 'deers', with huge big horns in Ardristan Bog 9 (*1).
My father's story (14-August-1908):-
"When I was young that bridge was haunted. I was living in Broomville at the time and so cannot give [?] the details. Where a number of people had lost their lives there and when much harm had been done locally Father Burke, C.C of Rathoe was asked to lay the ghost. He did so. He confined the ghost to the middle eye of Rathvilly Bridge till Judgement Day. When the Bishop heard what he had done he forbid him to work.
(*1) A most likely trap for the elk [fad, fad ó ?]

There is another story told of a man
who was always drinking, and he used
often be in the horrors of drink.
It is a frightful thing to be in
the horrors for a person would
see a lot of things when he
would be like that, such as divils
ghost, and fairies.
This man's name
was Tom Grady, and he lived somewhere in [?] in the Co.
Wexford. One night he was
coming home from Wexford and
he was fairly full, and he passed
through a graveyard. When he
got into the graveyard it was
about a quarter to twelve o clock
He was very tired and sleepy
and he sat down on a large
flag. At about twelve o clock
he heard noise under the flag
and then two people came out
from under it and sat down
on the flag behind him. He