Once a man waled from Tullamore to a fair in the Co. Wicklow. He started out for the fair at the same time as the man who had horses and carts did. He passed by all the cars, yet he never ran a step. He reached the fair before the others. He sold a horse there and walked back to Tullamore that evening. I do not know his name, but he has friends still named Lyons, at Ballyteague, Kilmeague, Naas, Co. Kildare.