There is a forge in Owenbeg. It is a mile and a quarter from our house.
The name of the man who owns it is John Dowd. It is a small building of stone and mortar.
There is a galvanised roof on it.
His trade is making tongs, crooks, culters and socks for ploughs. When he is making them he has to make a fire of coal and put in the iron to heat it.
Then he will pull on the bellows and the fire will be kindled. When the iron is red he takes it out and makes it.
There is a long point on the anvil so that he can turn the iron, and make it into any shape.
He shoes horses and makes wheels.
- Alexander Morrison