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leave to fish there is a Cassidy every inch of 

 him, to this day ; and, moreover, the river 

 there is in season eleven months in the year. 

 Saints have gratitude !" 



" To be sure they have," said the Squire. 

 " You know the Ford, Mister Scholar ? I 

 am sure you ought to know it, for you were 

 nearly immortalizing yourself the other day 

 there, when you mistook the ridge, and 

 slipped into the great hole below it with 

 your water-boots on. Well, that very ridge 

 was raised to accommodate a holv friar who 

 came to bless the lands of Clogh-or ; weary 

 was the holy man, but he pressed persever- 

 ingly on, and as he sank at the last stone 

 dyke, he did all he could — he threw his 

 mantle over the fence to take in one field 

 more. He died, I believe ; but his memory 

 lives, and the ford is called Ballagh na 

 Monach, and the hill-side Corry na Monach, 

 to this day." 



" Nonsense !" said the Scholar. 



" True," said the Captain ; " and Pat 

 Gallagher tells me that Clogh-or pays no 

 tithe on account of this act of self-sacrifice, 

 and the field where the mantle fell pays half- 

 tithe, and has done so from the dav of the 



