Turas Siar 305 - Agallamh suimiúil a rinne Caitlín Nic Conghóile leis an Dochtúir Séamus Ó Catháin, a chaith blianta fada ag bailiú béaloidis i gceantar Dhún Chaocháin.

Agus bhí roinnt bheag fiannaíocht aige.

And he had a small bit of Fenian lore.

Ach bhí na ba iad na finscéalta ab fhearr leis. Bhí bhí bhí cuid acu sin ar fheabhas ar fad.

But it was the legends that he liked best. Some of those were really excellent.

Sé sásta an scéal sin a thabhairt uaidh, a' raibh?

He was willing to tell that story, wasn't he?

Óh bhí, ó bhí, ba bhreá liom a dhul amach anois agus é a thabhairt isteach anseo agus

Oh yes, oh yes, I would love to go out now and bring him in here and.

Bheirfinn isteach agus chaithfinn cúpla uair an chloig anseo agus téipeáil agus

I would come in and I would spend a couple of hours here and tape and.

Ag obair mar sin.

Working like that..

Ach an t-am deiridh, aisteach go leor, bhí mé ag cuimhneamh ar an lá eile.

But the last time, strangely enough, I was thinking about the other day..

An torann deiridh a bhí Pete agam anseo.

The last noise I had from Pete here..

Tháinig sé, ní dheachaigh mise faoina dhéin, tháinig sé anseo é féin.

He came, I did not go to him, he came here himself.

Tháinig sé ag siúl anuas an bóthar sin.

He came walking down that road.

Agus isteach.

And in..

Bealach fada aige le siúl.

A long way for him to walk.

Bhí cúpla mí míle go leith nó cúpla míle agus bhí sé sean ach fuair sé bás cúpla mí ina dhiaidh sin agus samhlaímse i gcónaí go raibh rud le n-intinn aige agus tháinig sé.

It was a couple of thousand and a half months or a couple of thousand months and he was old but he died a couple of months after that and I always imagine that he had something on his mind and it came...

Agus chaith sé an mhaidin istigh chugam agus bhí mé ag tógáil rudaí uaidh agus ba é sin an torann deiridh a rinne mé.

And he spent the morning inside with me and I was taking things from him and that was the last noise I made..

Mar an chéad uair eile a chonaic mé bhí sé ar shlí na fírinne.

Because the next time I saw him, he had passed away.