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    <title>Ferg007</title>
    <Collections>Conary</Collections>
    <Contributor>Linen Hall Library</Contributor>
    <Coverage>1880</Coverage>
    <Creator>Linen Hall Library</Creator>
    <Date>Saturday, March 12, 2016</Date>
    <Format>TIFF</Format>
    <Identifier>Ferg007</Identifier>
    <ItemDescription>Manuscript</ItemDescription>
    <Keywords>Chariot, Cattle, Reprobate</Keywords>
    <Language>English</Language>
    <Path>https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/ferg007</Path>
    <Publisher>Linen Hall Library</Publisher>
    <Relation>Linen Hall Library</Relation>
    <Rights>Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike CC BY-NC-SA</Rights>
    <Scannedimage>https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/sites/default/files/Ferg007_2.jpg</Scannedimage>
    <Source>LHL Archive</Source>
    <Transcript>﻿Forbid the rising thought that these be they !)
Yet shall we soon be many ; for they come.
They whom on Street Midluachra late we saw.
Now following on Street Cualann. In good time
They join us ; for, be sure such chariot-throng
Leaves not the borders of the warlike North,
But champions good come with it. Let us in.&quot;
While thus fared Conary, the pirates&#039; scouts
Who watched the coast, put off to where the fleet,
Stay&#039;d on the heaving ridges of the main,
Lay off Ben-Edar. Ingcel&#039;s galley reached,
High on the prow they found him looking forth,
As from a crag o&#039;er-hanging grassy lands
Where home-bred cattle graze, the lion glares
A-hungered ; and, behind, as meaner beasts
That wait the lion&#039;s onset for their share,
Outlaw&#039;d and reprobate of many a land.
The ravening crew. Beside him, right and left.
Stood Lomna, Ferragon, and Fergobar ;
Which Lomna in the closure of his cloak
Wore a gold brooch embossed with flashing gems
Choicest by far of all their spoils yet won :
And Ingcel thus demanded of the spies — 

&quot; What saw ye, say ? &quot; 

&quot; A chariot-cavalcade
Along Street Cualann moving from the north.
Splendid the show of lofty-pacing steeds
And glittering war-cars : chariots seventeen
We counted. In the first were reverend men. 
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