I'd like to listen.

Shall we start ?" A half-hour later they suddenly came upon an incident of the road.
It was, alas, no uncommon incident.

An aged peasant, in a sudden fit of weakness, had stumbled on the road, and, in falling, had struck his head on a stone and had lost consciousness.

He was an old peasant of the usual Irish type, coarsely but cleanly dressed.

Lying beside him was a leather bag, within which were odds and ends of food and some small books of legend and ritual.