The famous cities of Ireland . negal from the lipsof an old scholar who could neither read nor hero father unknowingly slays his hero son—who has fought, knowing whom he fought against;but he has fought in silence, bound by his pledgeto his revengeful mother, Cuchulains cast-off the token he could give was to make one cast soill-directed that Cuchulain should have guessed no o enemy threw it. But the fight goes forward, andonly when dying does the boy proclaim his is Cuchulains lament: — Grief for my son I put from me neverTill the flagstones of my side crumble
The famous cities of Ireland . negal from the lipsof an old scholar who could neither read nor hero father unknowingly slays his hero son—who has fought, knowing whom he fought against;but he has fought in silence, bound by his pledgeto his revengeful mother, Cuchulains cast-off the token he could give was to make one cast soill-directed that Cuchulain should have guessed no o enemy threw it. But the fight goes forward, andonly when dying does the boy proclaim his is Cuchulains lament: — Grief for my son I put from me neverTill the flagstones of my side crumble ;It is in me and through my heartLike the sharp flame in the hoary rushes. Were I and Connla of my heartPlaying our kingly feats togetherWe would march from wave to shoreOver the five-fifths of Ireland. With that deed, luck left Cuchulain, and at last hisenemies surrounded him alone on the plain of hisown territory, Muirthemne, that is between the Boyneand Duudalk; and one drove a spear through him ll Ifl ??\ i * cV +.. .o.^-T^ jT )^pu-i On the Way to Atarket. 64 THE FAMOUS CITIES OF IRELAND ch. so that his bowels fell out. He asked leave then ofhis enemies to go to a lake that was near by to get adrink, and they granted it, and he gathered up hisbowels with his hands and went down and drank, andthen called to his enemies. There was a pillar stonewest of the lake, and he tied himself to it with hisbelt so that he would meet death standing up, andhis enemies stood far off, afraid to approach him,for the hero light that came on him in battle was stillshining over his head. But at last a bird came andlit on his shoulder. It is not on that pillar birds wereused to settle, said one; and then another, seeingthe man was dead, drew near and lifted the hairfrom his shoulders and struck his head off. About four miles south of Dundalk, a couple ofgunshots from a bog which might have been a lake,there stands a pillar stone called Cloghanfarmore—that is, the Big Mans Stone. Local stor
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