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William Murphy

When my oldest brother, on whom my mother depended, was very weak and almost at death’s door, my mother went to the Breens and begged a little meat, just a few mouthfuls—I remember well that little piece of meat! My mother gave half of it to my dying brother, he ate it, fell asleep with a hollow death gurgle. When it ceased I went to him—he was dead—starved to us in our presence. Although starving herself, my mother said that if she had known that Landrum was going to die she would have given him the balance of the meat.


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