THE DARK DAYS I remember the weeks after that like a bad dream.

The small-pox had spread from Araglin to other villages and to the isolated cabins.

No one knew where it had come from, or where it would go next, for it spread like wildfire.

And the doctors and nurses had come down from Dublin in a cheerful little band and were fighting it heroically.

For some weeks there were only new outbreaks to tell of.