Folk Tales of Breffny

a bridge in England. For awhile he took no heed to the visions were with him in the stillness of the night, bu

with dwelling in poverty, and a great weariness is on me from toiling for a miserable wag

andeur and perseverance," says he. "Evenly failure will bring a sort of satisfa

in his hand, and away with him oversea to

had better return to his own place. But just as he was making ready to turn didn't he chance on a strong flowi

looked down on the black depth of w

an would find a sore death and no treasure at all if he lepped into the flood. But maybe it's lai

advice since he could not contrive a wisdom for his use. There was a

ael Hugh. "It's bitter weather to be abroad and you be to be a

his answer. "But 'tis no easy matter

w would you be abroad without reason, and you

ught him from Ireland, and how he was expectant of a sign to ins

adness in the same and no pure reason at all. There's few has more nor better knowledge than myself of how

says Michael Hugh, "what sort of

a voice calling: 'Away with you to Ireland, and seek out a man the name of Michael Hugh. Ther

for he understood he was brought all that journey to learn

let on to the other that Michael Hugh was the name

to rest there that night, and he didn't spar

5]of my visions," says Michael Hugh. "An

e made great haste with the desire

nd then for the lone bush. Not a long was he digging before he hoked o

was a writing cut into it. What might be the meaning of that Michael

hat a poor scholar came i

ption, mister?" asks Michael

lar. "That is a Latin writing, a

is in it?" a

cholar. "And that is a droll saying surely

rn, mister!" says Michael

t to the garden. He began for to dig at the far side of the lone bush, an

ought the grandest of raiment, the way the neighbours bega