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day called the Ghost's Corner, and a lonesome place it is of a night. God rest both of them now, that they may be in peace ! — Told by James Kelly, Tullaroe (?), Co. Clare.
The Oiild Hare.
When I was a little girl, 'twas out near Loop Head I live. Well, there was an owl woman lived in a small little cabin by herself, and all the nabors around used to be in dread of her ; they said she was chanted {}) [haunted]. No one knew how she lived, for she never left the cabin in the day, but they said she used to go out through the fields at night. Nearly every week some of the nabors' milk would be gone, and if it wasn't, if they were churnin' for a month, 'twouldn't make butter.
One, a man the name of Shawn Teigue Mack said he would know if 'twas she that was taking the butter. So he watched all night at the cabin, and about twelve o'clock he saw a hare cum out of the house. The very minit it saw Shawn, away would it across the field, but Shawn fired, and struck it in the shoulder. Begor, the next morning trucks [tracks] of blood was seen along the road to the cabin. What did Shawn do, but call to the cabin, and the door was barred from inside. But he shoved in the windy, and sure enuff, there was the owl dame, and all her shoulder wrapped up in calico. She left the place shortly after, for she knew she was found out, and no one ever missed butter or milk after. — Told by Kate Vasey, Moveen, Co. Clare.
The Mile Stone, how it got the Name. That stone was lying for years about two miles from Ventry, on the side of the road. Well, they were goin' to have a foot race between two great runners, one from Ventry, th' other from Dingle. The race was four miles, and they wanted to mark the distance. There was a cusin of one of the runners, powerful strong, and as they were walking to measure the distance, they cums to this big stone, when Mick Sugrue, that was his name, Tm descended from him, lifts this stone and carries it, to do as a mark, until they comes adin [within] a mile of Dingle. He leans
