I live in Glashakinleen. There is a fort in Glashakinleen and long ago the unbaptised children were buried there.
In the famnie years it is said that a man was ploughing near the fort. He was hungry and after a while he saw a plate of potatoes and cabbage near him. He took it and ate it. When the had finished, he put the plate in the same place and when he looked again it was gone.