When Mannix came to live over there in Downing - these last Spring - all his cows were dead on the inch wan morning when he came down. They found the roots of the Pharsee weed in them - the weeds they used to use to cure Pharsee in horses. When I was telling Jim (my husband) about it: "Right [?] says he, "'twas often I picked a bundle of it in that same inch for ould Tom Brien." He used to cure it for everyone around the place. He used to [?] the way up and mix with and porter through it - something else. 'Twas always in that glen they used to pick it.

marking parish boundary. I give another showing the limits of the S.W. corner of Cappawhite parish where it 'meres' with Sologhead parish (Sulchóid, famous in history even from days of Cú Chualann who was subjected to the indignity of Ceangal na gcúig gcaol there at the hands of Cú Rí of Cathair Con Rì; also scene of great defeat of Danes by Brian Ború; and last but not least, the place where the first shot was fired in the Black and Tan War.The boundary of the Farm - Ditch or River? Map traced from 25" O.S. map (A.D.1903). River marked blue. Ditch on west of river is in east ditch of one of my fields. You will notice a little "inch"(ins') near the bridge between my ditch and the river. Since 1903, as the river is again meandering to the east, this 'inch' has increased three-fold. Who owns it? My neighbour owns it. This matter was 'threshed out' in the courts by my predecessor who lost his suit. Therefore the boundary is

He then plunged into the water and swam away through the raging foam. Jack remained behind the wall of sand and watched the tide coming nearer. After about half an hour it was within a foot of the wall and there was still no sign of the brown horse coming back. Jack was beginning to feel a little uneasy when he saw the tide coming high the edge of the wall. It was now within a couple of inches of the top and there was still no sign of the horse. One inch now, and no horse coming! Jack began to tremble. He didn't care whether the brown horse got the red mare and the three foals or not, all he was afraid of was that his faithfull friend would be drowned. The water was now at the very top of the wall, and Jack had to take

Childrens games.
Taws.
This is a very interesting game for young boys. Any number of boys can play this game from two to twelve. This is how it is played. There are three holes made in the ground about an inch and a half deep and about as wide on the top as a penny. These holes are about a yard and a half apart in a straight line. Well say now that three boys are playing this game. There is a "tip" made about a couple of yards from the first hole, and one of the boys "fire" the first taw in the direction of the first hole. Perhaps he is lucky enough to get into the hole. Then he is allowed to take the taw out of the hole and "bit" on the brink of the hole so as

Skittles.
This is another game which used to be played very much in this locality. This is how it is played. Five bits of sticks would be got about two inches long and about an inch and a half in diameter. These five sticks would be put standing on the ground in the following manner. Then there would be five bigger pieces of sticks got. These would be about nine inches in length and about two inches in diameter. A man or boy would get these five sticks in his hand and goes seven yards from the place

themselves were young and could lift it when they were seventeen years of age! Anyhow all the people for miles around were looking forward to the threshing day, and there used be great fun when people would be resting. Another famous way people had of testing each other's strength was by getting a piece of a stick about a foot and a half in length and about an inch and a half in diameter. Then the two men would sit down on the ground facing each other and their feet together and the stick resting between the toes of their boots. Then both of them would catch the stick in their hands and they would pull. This is a very heavy game on the back and it is also very dangerous. They would pull three times and whoever would be able to pull the other up twice out of the three times would be the

was a very bad move they had made alright. He wrote back and told her that the old woman wouldn't live much longer and do her best This went on between them for long enough but there was still no sign of the old woman dying. One day the old woman was up in the bedroom and didn't she happen on one of the letters from her husbands girl in England! She understood then the whole affair and she vowed to her that one penny of her money or one inch of her farm of land would he ever get. She lived for two years more and then it was plain to be seen that her end was near. So she sent for the solicitor to come and settle her accounts. He came and done the job and departed, and soon after this she died. When

"There was a boy of the Doherty's sick over at the Inch (.1.) [?] na Saub). He was very bad this day & they sent for the knowledgable man & he said that the boy would die except they got a drink for him out of a certain well The drink was to be taken out of the well before sun-rise. Bill Ryan, an uncle to the man that was here, said he'd go & get the drink. Howsoever he rose early on the morrow. When he went to the field, it was full of men hurling. He knew some of them - neighbours, that was dead some time. Some of them were friendly to him & some of them didn't want him at all. Over comes my bold Larry Forman & puts the camán in Bill's hand. Up with him like a man & between the hopping & the [?] he puts out the goal. He takes the vessel out of his pocket & gets drink of water & the boy lived. He grew to be a big brave man. I knew him well.

Tobacco.
________Long ago in this county when ould men would be without tobacco, they would always have something else to depend upon. They would cut down a few bushes, and bring them home and trim all the green parts off 'em and preserve the stumps. These would then be brought in to the house and put up close to the fire and left there for a couple of days. We'll say that there are about half a dozen of 'em in it, and they are about two feet long and an inch and a half in thickness. They are placed beside the fire about a foot away from it and left there for a couple of days. During this time they are turned three or four times and then there is a big knife got and an edge put on it and then all these are peeled, that is the bark of them is taken off and placed on a board out in the yard to dry with the sun. This is what puts the flavour of the tobacco off it. If it wasn't

to themselves that they would have a roal feed at the wake. When all hands had got their supper and the Rosary was said and all the woman cleared away these fellas all crowded around the fire and they wondered what the dickens they would fry the mushrooms on. They said the would put them on the greeshick, but some of the company did not agree to that. They went outside to see if they could find anything there What did they find only a large sprong in a boil house outside. This sprong was used for loading potatoes and the tags of it were no more than about an inch apart; and it was about as big as a potatoe basket. They brought in this saying that it was a right yoke for the purpose for when they would be cooked there would be no difficulty in getting them off the fire.
There were two old

so they did their besht ta coax him along wit them for they didnt like ta turn back, without findin' anything afther comin' such a disthance.
No coaxin' however 'id make him go a sthep further He jusht lay down before them. The Revenue men when they saw that got [?] an' stharted ta tear the clothes o' him, but it was no good, he wouldn't get up, so they tuk every sthitch off him, an' they took out their knives, an' they cut them up is small us that ye wouldn't get wan half inch square o' cloth in the whole pile, an' they'd have ripped him open, only that a name sake o' me own, a Sergeant Hynn happen ta be kindlin' his pipe along the hedge at Shralahan an' he saw them at work wit the knives, an' he came is far is them, an' he tould them not to do any murdher. They then let the spy go, an' he had ta clean in his bare pelt, is far is a tailor who lived not far away, an' the tailor sewed him up in a sack cloth, for he wouldn't give him a decent bit o cloth an' the sort o' an ould thraitor that he was. It was the lasht bit o' spyin that he did too, for neither the Revenue nor the people had any respect for him.

assured. These facts cannot, and must not be published for very evident reasons. I simply record them privately in my capacity as folklorist.
The old priest lingered on for some time. When some of the most ardent of his enemies lost patience they determined to murder him. Three or four masked men appeared in his room one night. Father Clowry asked them as a sp. request not to take his watch, heirloom in the family and "worth a prince's ransom". "It's great company for me at night to hear it ticking there on the post of the bed". They lay hands on him, attacking him with heavy cudgels and left him for dead. In the morning, however, he regained consciousness and spoke as follows : "The blacksmith with the little finger (1) was among those ruffians last night. The day will come when their own people (i.e. the Protestants) will rise against them and drive them out of the place"(1) The little finger on Purser's right hand was not much over one inch in length and about as thick as an ordinary lead pencil. The phenomonon is the direct opposite of elephantisis (medical). Wm Weir of Staplestown, had an ex-black-smith in his service when I was young. I knew him intimately. The thumb of his left hand was about 9 ins long and about 2 1/2 ins in diameter - an evident case of blacksmith's elephantises. His thumbs had all the appearance of a good big cucumber except in colour alone.

The man thried ta break away from him, but he had ta sthand there quite sthill, an' he couldn't move an inch until the coffin wit the dead phrior in it was placed on his shouldhers, aut then he was tould ta set off wit himsel for Kilmactranny graveyard.
It was three or four miles tothe graveyard, an' the man was left all ta himsel ta carry the coffin, an' dig the grave. He was [?] all along the way how he'd ever get to Dublin before mornin', so when he came ta the bridge at [?] he dread goin' ta throw the coffin' inta the river, an' let it swim away, when the dead phriesht spoke out, an' sey he "If you throw me in there ye'll come along in afther me yershrel.".
The man got afraid then, so he decided ta bring him ta Kilmactranny for ever the letthers id do, but when he got that far the "good people" who was in charge o' the graveyard that night, wouldn't let him bury him there, for they said that they never allowed a phriesht or monk from Geevagh ta be buried there, an; they'd make no exceptions that time they said either, and they tould him ta hook it along wit himsel ta [?] Graveyard and ta bury his dead there. The man could do nothin' else only set off to Templemor graveyard, an' he was let in there haudy enough

was concerned, wan o' them was a terrible sulker anyway an' t' other was agood horshe.
The other neighbour it seems had neara horshe at all so he made a bargain wit the man that had the two horshes for fot he considhered was the besht wan o' the two, an he towld the man to send him over to his house, at acertain time
That was very good, the man said that he would, so the ould fella that was buyin' the horshe hit home wit himsel, an' he was there when the horshe was brought to him, an' it turned round that it was the sulker that was pawned on him. Now is I sez before ye wouldn't know the differ between them two horshes, no more than ye would between two posies, they war so muck alike. [?] the ould man didn't know but he had the right wan all the time, an' he never knew the differ until he turned the horshe out workin' in afew day's time, an' then he saw where he sthood right enough.
The horshe wouldn't move an inch for him no matther how he thried ta make him work
He spotted at wance that there was a thrick played on him, so he sez that he'd play anether thrick back, so that night when all was quiet, he brought back the sulker horshe, an' left in the sthable, an' tuk the good wan

the next to meet our pested wrath were the Camolin yeomanry
Strong hands that day the pike drove home with deadly accuracy.
Then on to Oulart hill we march by Boolavogue's charred ruins
With pike and pitch fork gleaming in the full flare of the moon
Then lay us down among the furs till morning passed and noontime came us for the fray
Along the road to Wexford town
With banner's floating gay
The North Cork came with beat of Drum.
And bantering boasts of victory.
Up, Up the hill they boldly march but never an inch we stirred
Until pike reach of our camp they were then bays I gave tje word
"Charge" and so they did like deer over a sheltering ditch they leaped down on the murdering burning crew like an avalanche they swept

shot here (i.e in Ballylove next townland to Tuam an S) one night coming from Tipperary after selling a load of pigs or butter. You can see the spot. I think the bush is there still on the side of the road. The blackthorns never grew an inch since. They say there's something seen there at night. Jim bán had great trouble in getting his horse to pass that spot one night not so long ago
"There were some terrible big fields on the Dundrum Estate. It was divided under the 1903 Act. There was one field containing 109 Irish acres and another had 105 Irish acres in it. The Lower Field, now belonging to the nuns is 68 Irish acres in extent.
Eviction at Knockougragh (Cnoch Odhroe or Cnoc Gabhrach)
"Father Crowe along did go his cause for to lay down
To rouse the people up and down in the country and in town...etc"
Song composed by Peter Horgan (local poet)Lines on Parson Topping
"Old Topping came hopping to preach in TOEM Church.
He appeared like a raven or if I could say something worse.
His mouth like a cod-fish and the eyes did beam in his hood
and his teeth were like the nails what were nailed round Calvin's old bed"
-Peter Horgan (local poet)Peter Horgan (i.e. Dwyer (Horgan) was an illiterate poet of great parts. Wrote scenes of topical songs. Lived in townland of Cappawhite. Died in the year 1910.