THE BA TTLE OF VENTRY. 3 



cubaidh gur bho cosmhail re ceathaibh gelclu, . . ar gormsrothaib no re hael 

 aengeal ar ardchlochaib na srotha cubhracha cneasgeala sin tar eis na laigheang 

 on luathimram corcra . . cadr na longa sin sithi seabchamail it . . . luaimneacha 35 

 oc imraibh na cuan a coir . . . innas tarb di maclannaib diana digairaid/r con . . 

 ti na dilainn .i. tar in mothar mortonnach 7 tar na tonnaibh mora moingmora 

 mallgorma. 



Is ann sin imoro ro eirgeadar na gaetha 7 ro ar^aigheadar na tonna co nach 

 cualadar-san enni acht imall mear maithreac na mardhucann 7 gotha imda 4 

 eccunnla na n-en corrach crithluaimnech os gluair glastonn ag a crothad. Ni 

 mochean amh tarrla re freastal no re fritholamh na fairrgi forranaighi fuardoimne 

 sin .i. nert tonn 7 tuili 7 trengaiti ag caitheamh a cainnti 7 a cirgaili 7 accan 

 aircci risna longaib 7 fos nir madh in comhraidh na treabha taibhliucha sin re 

 seastan na slat ag a sreangbhualad 7 re coimbeimnigh na crann le gairbgaethaib 45 

 ag a cruadbrised. Ni raibhi imoro acu-sun ann sin long gan labugud 'na 

 rug^z/v, gan rawgbriseadh 'na ub, gan odugud 'na clar, gan crithnugud 'na 

 tairrngi, gan trotlugud 'na [fo. i b. i.] bord, gan brughud 'na brirrlig, gan usce 

 'na abur, gan foslugud 'na teas, gan tuargain 'na tili, gan tuarcain 'na as, gan 

 impodh 'na crann, gan cruadludhbadh 'na stagh, gan sduaidhleim 'na ruaidhbreid, 5 

 gan rebadh 'na laigheang, gan locadh a luathsiubal re lananfud muna theagmadh 

 lucht a freastail 7 a fortachta ina focraibh da foiridin. 



O nach bhfuair imoro in gaeth sin laigi ar na laechaibh na tlas ar na trenferaibh, 



a strong eager quick powerful well-timed rowing so that the white-skinned foamy 

 streams behind the ships from the quick rowing were like the white-plumed froth on 

 blue rivers, or like the white chalk on high stones, so that .... those ships over the 

 billowy main and over the big great-crested slow blue waves. 



Then arose the winds, and the waves grew high, so that they heard nothing but the 

 furious mad sporting (?) of the mermaids, and the many crazy voices of the hovering 

 terrified birds above the pure green waters that were in uproar. There was no welcome 

 forsooth to him who got the service and the attendance of that angry, cold and deep sea, 

 with the force of the waves and of the tide, and of the strong blasts consuming their .... 

 and their .... and .... against the vessels, nor was the babbling of those .... plea- 

 sant, with the creaking of the ropes that were lashed into strings, and with the buffeting 

 of the masts by the fierce winds that shivered them severely. There was not amongst 

 them a vessel that was not shaken in its ribs, that was not .... broken in its gear^ 

 . . . . in its board, shaken in its nails, rotten in its side, bruised in its . . . . , without 

 water in its hold, ripped open in its . . . . , shattered in its . . . . , overturned in its 

 mast, severely bent in its stays, . . . . in its red canvas, lacerated in its boats, stopped 

 in its swift career by the full gust of the storm, if the people of assistance and help near 

 them had not come to aid it. 



Now, when this storm did not find weakness on the heroes, nor debility on the 



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