Hanrahan,thatwasneverlonginoneplace,wasbackagainamongthevillagesthatareatthefootofSlieveEchtge,IlletonandScalpandBallylee,stoppingsometimesinonehouseandsometimesinanother,andfindingawelcomeineveryplaceforthesakeoftheoldtimesandofhispoetryandhislearning.Therewassomesilverandsomecoppermoneyinthelittleleatherbagunderhiscoat,butitwasseldomheneededtotakeanythingfromit,foritwaslittleheused,andtherewasnotoneofthepeoplethatwouldhavetakenpaymentfromhim.Hishandhadgrownheavyontheblackthornheleanedon,andhischeekswerehollowandworn,butsofarasfoodwent,potatoesandmilkandabitofoatencake,hehadwhathewantedofit;anditisnotontheedgeofsowildandboggyaplaceasEchtgeamugofspiritswouldbewanting,withthetasteoftheturfsmokeonit.HewouldwanderaboutthebigwoodatKinadife,orhewouldsitthroughmanyhoursofthedayamongtherushesaboutLakeBelshragh,listeningtothestreamsfromthehills,orwatchingtheshadowsinthebrownbogpools;sittingsoquietasnottostartlethedeerthatcamedownfromtheheathertothegrassandthetilledfieldsatthefallofnight....

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