I was doomed to disappointment.

No appearance of supper interrupted the busy operation, until the dung was removed, and the floor drained.

I retired, and endeavoured to ascend the eastern hill, to a point where I could catch a glimpse of the setting sun.
On my return I found the owner of the house, a man of giant frame and noble features.

His dress bespoke a taste or pursuit incompatible with the wild mountain destiny stamped upon the external aspect of his home and family.

His wife spoke a few words in Irish, explaining my presence, to which he answered that I was welcome.