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It was a very cold and stormey winter's night many years ago, when Antonio O'Neill a lad of fifteen drove Father Dwyre on two oxen and a large slide car from Crom to Aughrim mountain where he would celebrate Mass, as he was in habit of doing, and hide in the caves on the top of the mountain. Through the gloom of the night they drove with the snow falling fast.
Now at the same time three men wrapped in long dark cloaks were riding. The man in the middle was the leader and the other two were his trusted Lieutenants. They were seeking Father Dwyre as they had got information that he had been sighted on the Slieverussel hills some days before. When they came upon Drumderg little chapel they jumped off their horses and searched about there, but found nothing, and looking down saw the track of the oxen's' feet and the slide car on the snow-clad ground. They laughed loud and long and then made up their minds to follow this track.
Beside the chapel lived a Maura McCusker, and her grandson Reggy O'Sullivan. They had just finished the Rosary and overheard the(continues on next page)Transcribed by a member of our volunteer transcription project.