In Lackan, County Mavo, Ireland, a Catholic priest, one Father Quinn, listening drowsily to his radio. The weather reports were coming in: ". . . rains over Holland . . . cold days marching southward through France. . . ." As he reached to turn off the loud speaker, its hoarse voice growled a terrible threat: "High wind and rain ... a hurricane . . . tempest will reach the west coast of Ireland tonight. . . ." Father Quinn thought of the fishermen who went out upon Galway Bay in wretched, unsubstantial tarred-canvas...
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