GRIG.
Narrator, Jack Gillespie, Glen, Glencolumkille, co. Donegal.
MORROCHA heard that Grig would live for ever, until he was killed without sin. He left home to put Grig to death; and he and his boy went one day on the hill, and there came on them rain and mist, and they went astray till night came; and the boy said to Morrocha, “We shall be out this night.”
“Oh, we shall not be,” said Morrocha. And he went and looked through the mist. “I think I see a turf stack: it is not possible we are near a house?” They went on for another bit, and Morrocha stood: “I think,” said he, “I hear the lowing of a cow.”
“We are near a house,” said the boy, “and we'll get into the byre.”
Morrocha stood up, and he felt the breath of a man, and he came to him. “Bless you,” said Morrocha.
