There was once a man living in Brackloon and one day he was cutting sticks in the tomb wood at the time when the landlord was after dying in Dalgan. When he was going home with the sticks he met a man dressed in brown. He thought he knew this man and he said "good evening" but he go no answer and he was puzzled. When he had gone on a little bit the man in brown called him and asked him where he was going. The man told him he was going home with the sticks. The other man told him to leave them down and goFiona Kennedy