IN CLAY
AND IN BRONZE



BRINSLEY MAcNAMARA



IN CLAY AND IN BRONZE



IN CLAY AND IN
BRONZE

A STUDY IN PERSONALITY



BY

BRINSLEY MACNAMARA




NEW YORK
BRENTANO'S

PUBLISHERS



Copyright, 1920, by
BRENTANO'S



All rights reserved



MADE IN I). S. A.
TO THE MEMORY
OF M.
2057979



BOOK I. THE PEASANT



IN CLAY AND IN BRONZE



BOOK I
THE PEASANT



THE gloom of the March evening was beginning to
creep in over the land as Martin Duignan unyoked
his horses from the plough and, coming out through a
narrow gap where the mud slushed up about his boots,
entered the long boreen which led to his mother's
house. He walked with head downcast like the horses
who pounded along doggedly, the dirty hair of their
fetlocks falling down over their clay-encrusted hoofs.
The two horses and the man were beating a broken re-
treat before the forces of the Earth. This was the life of
the horses and the life of him who had to work like a
horse their sudden, brave effort of the morning, the
long furrows and the sun in their faces and the rise
of the hill. Then the ending to stumble home like
this when the night was falling down and creeping in
over Glannanea.
