was done wan time when he'd gone to Cork to
attind a landlord's convintion to raise the rints on a lot o' shtarving
tinants, that bein' a favorite job wid him. If he'd knewn the ground was
holy, he'd never dared to set fut an it, fur ye see, if ye can ketch the
divil an holy ground where he's no bizness, ye've got him fast an' tight
an' can pull him in when ye plaze. But the saint wasn't goin' to give the
owld desaver any show so he run at him an' gripped him be the horns, the
same as he was a goat, an' threw him an the ground an' tied his hands wid
a pace av his own gown that he tore aff, an' the divil, do phat he cud,
wasn't able to break loose.

"'Now,' says he, 'ye slatherin', blood-suckin', blaggardin' nagur, I'll
fix ye, ye owld hippypotaymus, so as ivery sowl in Ireland 'ull know ye
where ever ye're met.'

"So he rowled up his shlaves an' shpit an his hands an' fell to work. He
onschrewed the divil's left leg at the jint av the knee, an' laid it an
the grass. Then he tuk aff the cow's right hind leg at the knee an' laid
that an the grass. Then he schrewed the owld cow's leg an the divil's
knee, an' the divil's fut an the owld cow's leg, an' untied Satan an' bid
him git up.

"'Now,' says he to him, 'do you go at wanst, an' I bid ye that when ye
meet man or mortial, the foorst thing ye do is to show that fut that they
know from the shtart who ye are. Now shtart, ye vagabone blaggard av a
shpalpeen, or I'll kick the backbone shtrait up into the shkull o' ye.
Out!' he says, flourishin' his fut at him.

"Well, the divil made a break fur to run, bekase he wanted no more
benedictions from the toes o' Saint Kevin, but not bein' used to his new
leg, the very foorst shtep he made wid it, it kicked out behind agin this
shtone, that wasn't a crass at all then, an' made this hole that ye see,
an' Saint Kevin tuk the shtone an' made a crass av it aftherwards. But the
divil didn't shtop at all when the leg wudn't go fur him, fur he seen the
blessed saint comin', a-wavin' his fut about, so he rowled over an' over
till he got to the wall, then made a shpring an it an' out av sight like a
ghost.

[Illustration: "An' so he's lame, an' must show his cloven fut"]

"That's the way Satan got his lame leg, bekase, ye see he's niver larned
fur to manage it, an' goes limpity-lop, an' though he wears a cloak, is
obligated fur to show the cow's fut whenever he talks wid any wan, fur if
he doesn't, begorra, the leg does fur itself,