We saw him next morning, and his most earnest injunction was that we should leave the locality, which, according to him, was altogether unsafe.

To escape arrest there for twelve hours was, he said, impossible.

Similar advice was pressed on us afterwards in many a safer asylum; but we learned to mock at others' fears, whereas, on this occasion, we yielded to an impression we felt to be sincere.
Before venturing nearer to Dungarvan, we determined to bespeak the services of another clergyman, who lived a distance of six or seven miles in the direction of Waterford.

A ridge of the Comeraghs lay between us and his lonely dwelling.

Along this ridge lay a winding bridle-road, skirted by patches of green sward, and occasionally crossed by a sparkling mountain rill.