A tyrant chieftain planned to build an extensive castle with the largest stones obtainable in Mylane & surrounding district. His subjects, strong & weak, old & young alike, were compelled to take part in the gathering of the stones. The work began, & the unfortunate people had to travel miles to distant quarries, as it progressed & the home supply was exhausted.
Suddenly a dreadful illness struck the tyrant. He died during the absence of quite a number of his employees. The news reached them as they were struggling home, laden with their heavy burdens. They instantly dropped the stones on the bald slopes & boglands of Mylane, where they may be seen at the present day.
- Michael O' Sullivan