When my grandmother was living in Urhan she had a brother in Macroom working.
When he used write his people used have to go to the post office for the letters. One night they went to Eyeries for letters. It was very late in the night. When they were half-ways a white hound followed them. They had about five more miles to go to get to the post office. The hound followed them all the ways and home again. He remained with them for about two weeks, and they could not get any owner. The were to drown him when the man of the house got sick. When they were drowning the hound the sick man got mad and threw himself with the same cliff as the hound was thrown.
- John Sullivan
- (ní thugtar ainm)