A man in Killeavy could get no milk from his cows. Somebody was taking the best of the milk. He put a charge in he’s gun one night and a handful of silver for colpher.
He watched and he saw a hare slip in till the byre. As it come out he blazed at it and hit it about the hip an’ it got away.
But the country said it was Jane O’Hanlon.
She was lame after anyhow!