There is a great hole or well near the river Suir, always filled with
water, whose depth no man has yet fathomed. Near it is a castle, which
in old times belonged to a powerful chief called _Neal-mor_. One day
while his servants were saving the hay, a violent tempest of wind and
rain came on, which quite destroyed the crop. Then Neal-mor was filled
with rage, and he mounted his horse and drew his sword, and rode forth
to the field; and there he challenged the Lord God Himself to battle.
And he swung his sword round his head and struck at the air, as if
he would kill and slay the Great Invisible Spirit. On which suddenly
a strange thing happened, for a great whirlwind arose and the earth
opened, and Neal-mor, still astride on his horse and with his sword in
his hand, was lifted high up into the air and then cast down alive into
the great hole, called _Poul-mor_, which may be seen to this day, and
the castle is still standing by the margin. But no trace of Neal-mor or
his steed was ever again beheld. They perished utterly by the vengeance
of God.
But some time after his disappearance, a rude stone figure seated on
a horse, was cast up out of the earth; and then all men knew the fate
of the terrible chief who had braved the wrath of God, for here was
his image and the sign of his destruction. The stone figure is still
preserved at the castle, and tradition says that if it were removed,
the whole castle would crumble to pieces in a single night and be cast
into the _Poul-mor_.