The clergy did not like Cathal Buí Mac Giolla Ghunna at all. He was a bad influence in many ways. However, all the young ladies loved him.
Once when it was rumoured that Cathal Buí was visiting a particular area, the parish priest warned people to have nothing to do with him and called down seven curses on anyone who would give him a night’s lodgings.
That evening at nightfall a knock came to the priest’s door. On opening the door the priest saw an old woman who asked him for shelter ‘ar ghrá Dé’. The priest agreed and asked his servant girl to prepare a ‘shakedown’ for the old beggar woman in the kitchen corner.
The priest went to bed and when he arose in the morning the ‘old woman’ was missing. Scrawled on the kitchen wall was a message, which said:
‘Seacht mallacht a thug tú a shagairt a chroí
Ar aon dhuine a bhéarfadh foscadh do Chathal Buí
Tú féin thug tú foscadh do Chathal Buí
Agus thit na seacht mallacht anuas ar do thoigh’
‘Seven curses you called down, a shagairt a chroí
On him who’d let in the bad Cathal Buí
Yourself, you took in the bad Cathal Buí
So now the seven curses rebound back on thee’
The priest checked his house and stables and found the following items missing:
1. His horse
2. His saddle
3. His whip
4. His riding boots
5. His riding hat
6. His horse’s bridle
7. His servant girl
(Story provided by Seamus O’ hUltacháin)
The Battle of Moneygashel took place on the Cavan/Fermanagh border at the beginning of WWII, as rationing took hold and people began crossing the border to purchase items in the north that were scarce in the south.
Upon their return to Moneygashel one night, Customs Officers confronted a group of smugglers. A struggle ensued. In the end, the Customs Men seized several bags of flour, but had no way of transporting them. The men decided that it would be a good idea to order a local family to store them for the night. The lady of the house gladly welcomed both flour and one of the officers, who had been instructed to stand guard until the others returned with help.
That night the tenants of the storehouse held a great Ceili. All the neighbours were invited and they piled in. As the officer warmed to the hospitality of the locals, a pretty young maiden approached him and asked him to dance. Not wishing to appear uncivilized he politely accepted. While the two of them glided over the flagstones in the kitchen, bags of flour were also flying… out the upper room window, and onto a waiting ass and cart!
(Story provided by Claire Maguire)
The first water tracing experiment in Ireland was carried out totally accidentally in North-West Cavan in the mid-nineteenth century.
At the time home distilling of poitín was common and raids by the authorities were common too. On hearing that the authorities were approaching, the owners of a poitín still in the vicinity of Garvagh Lough in the foothills of the Cuilcagh Mountains decided to conceal the evidence in the small stream issuing from the lake. This stream goes underground a short distance further on at the sinkhole called ‘Poll na h-Abhann’.
The excise men came and looked high up and low down but found no evidence of poitín making. When they had gone the men came to retrieve their still but it too had gone!
Some days later a man walking by the Shannon Pot was surprised to find a poitin still washed up on the bank.
The neighbours in Glan all celebrated that night believing that Sionna, the goddess of the great river had given them a gift in their time of need.