The coming of the Norsemen
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Title
The coming of the Norsemen
Subject
Lough Derg--History--Middle Ages--Norse
Description
"One soft autumn noon, the lough lay in a haze of golden mist. Behind the eastern clouds the sun puffed out some streaks of red, angry and livid in their broken setting, but softened and mellow ere they reached the hillsides of Ireland or rested on far-off little flakes of dreamy cloud..."
Creator
Shane Leslie, 1885-1971
Source
Leslie, Shane, Lough Derg in Ulster : The Story of St. Patrick’s Purgatory, pp. 37-38
Publisher
Maunsel, Dublin
Date
1909
Contributor
Digitised by archive.org, sponsored by University of California Libraries
Rights
Public domain
Format
Monograph
Language
English
Type
Religious History
Text
Identifier
DD_0022
Coverage
54.6153, -7.8864
References
https://archive.org/details/loughderginulste00lesliala/page/2
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Text
"One soft autumn noon, the lough lay in a haze of golden mist. Behind the eastern clouds the sun puffed out some streaks of red, angry and livid in their broken setting, but softened and mellow ere they reached the hillsides of Ireland or rested on far-off little flakes of dreamy cloud. It was then that a group of strange men were seen on the lough shore. They were clad in heavy skins, fastened over their shoulders with great belts of gold. Though they shouted loudly towards the monastery, the holy brethren thought well to discipline any idle curiosity, and betook themselves more than carefully to their different tasks.
The Danesmen, for such they were, shouted all the more, till, finding the islanders were deaf as well as blind, they turned to search for such boats as they had been accustomed to find on the Irish loughs. After some trouble they found a few narrow pieces of craft, which they launched and paddled rapidly to the island. Above the plash of their heavy oars rose the angry song of the sword, first but a whisper, then a wail that ended with a terrible melody that shot the beating blood through their heads. It was the song that few ever heard and lived to tell, the war-song the Danesmen had sung in every sea save their own. The boats crashed into the rocks, and the strangers leapt into the shallows and mounted the slopes of the island. At the sight of the poor wattled huts the children of Wodan and Thor laughed long and bitterly. It seemed a poor business to come across that length of country to set fire to these old huts and to feed their swords with a few old men. Nevertheless, slaying was good for its own sake and the land was well ridded of these hoarse singers of psalms." (pp. 37-38)
The Danesmen, for such they were, shouted all the more, till, finding the islanders were deaf as well as blind, they turned to search for such boats as they had been accustomed to find on the Irish loughs. After some trouble they found a few narrow pieces of craft, which they launched and paddled rapidly to the island. Above the plash of their heavy oars rose the angry song of the sword, first but a whisper, then a wail that ended with a terrible melody that shot the beating blood through their heads. It was the song that few ever heard and lived to tell, the war-song the Danesmen had sung in every sea save their own. The boats crashed into the rocks, and the strangers leapt into the shallows and mounted the slopes of the island. At the sight of the poor wattled huts the children of Wodan and Thor laughed long and bitterly. It seemed a poor business to come across that length of country to set fire to these old huts and to feed their swords with a few old men. Nevertheless, slaying was good for its own sake and the land was well ridded of these hoarse singers of psalms." (pp. 37-38)
Original Format
Monograph
Collection
Citation
Shane Leslie, 1885-1971, “The coming of the Norsemen,” Digital Derg: A Deep Map, accessed April 27, 2024, https://digitalderg.eu/items/show/22.