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Once a number of Idic peasantry found a very thick skull in the cemetery where the poet Egil was buried. Its great thiess made them feel certain it was the skull of a great man, doubtless of Egil himself. To be doubly sure they put it on a wall and hit it hard blows with a hammer. It got white where the blows fell but did not break, and they were vihat it was in truth the skull of the poet, and worthy of every honour. In Ireland we have much kinship with the Iders, or “Danes” as we call them and all other dwellers in the Sdinavian tries. In some of our mountainous and barren places, and in our seaboard villages, we still test each other in much the same way the Iders tested the head of Egil. We may have acquired the from those a Danish pirates, whose desdants the people of Rosses tell me still remember every field and hillo Ireland whice beloo their forebears, and are able to describe Rosses itself as well as any native. There is one seaboard distr……（内容加载失败！）
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