Story (No 41)

Long ago the people had no cloaks. They got up at cock crow. Sometimes the cock might crow at twelve o'clock. My Grandfather was going to Millstreet fair; he saw a man thrown on the side of the road with a hold of his horse bridle. He thought the man was drunk and he went to raise him up. When he went near the man the man rose up and grinned at him. My Grandfather knew that he did not want him to touch him. So he went his way.