A Tale of a Funeral (extracted from Folk Tales from Western Ireland McManus, L., Journal of the Ivernian Society, Vol. VI. Oct 1913-Sept, 1914. pp. 235-) When he was a boy, he said, his father burned a kiln of lime, and put him to mind it the second night. As he sat there he saw a funeral coming down the hill, and two men carrying a coffin. They came up to the kiln, and one of them said, "Who is to carry the coffin?" And the other said, "It is Anthony O'Neill," and told him to carry the coffin. He refused, but they made him; and the weight nearly crushed him to the ground. They led him through a country he did not know, and went into a graveyard. The two men began to dig a grave, and something in the coffin struggled to get out. The men told him that if he let the thing out they would put him in the coffin. When the grave was ready they laid the coffin in it, and shovelled the earth on top. They then left the graveyard, and went to a house. There was a big room in it, and rows of tables along the walls, with big dishes of stirabout and noggins of mik. There were many men and women in the room, eating and drinking, and they asked Anthony to take some stirabout. He was going to do so, when a woman he knew, named Anne Goulding, who had died in child-birth, pinched him in the back, and he refused to eat. He got out of the house and found himself in his own quarter-land, and the kiln before him. He has seen "the people" twice, he said, and added that there were times it was easy for them to take the people they want; easy to take a woman in child-birth, and a young man when he marries.