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for mackerel we were in autumn; it is now more than forty years ago. It
was a very fine night with no clouds to obscure the stars; it was in no
wise dark. There were three of ustwo of ourselves and another Murphy
from the village, a son of the man called Uibh Rathac, he was a youth.
It was past midnight, one or two o'clock perhaps, and we had set the mouth
of Cuas na Ceannaine, east of the Ceanna itself.
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nets were stretched westwards and out to sea and we were at the inner
end. The three of us saw her togethera large ship in full sail.
She lay between us and Mionan about fifty spades away (about a hundred
paces)like a jet-black tower (of cloud). She was not far from the
cliff as the point of the Mionan ran farther out than we were. We were
afraid, naturally, and said to each other that we had better haul the
nets and run. Another man said to leave them, for we would be moving towards
the ship in the hauling, which we did not wish to do. She was nearer the
tail nets than the inboard ones.
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did not know what to do and young Murphy was very much afraid. Another
canoe had cast north of us, between us and Binn Point, and he was screaming
and shouting at them.
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