The road started at the crossroads above Ballinaboy and went nowhere at all. The engineer from the Board of Works had drawn it on a map in Dublin, a straight line across the bog, and it ended in the middle of the bog because that was where the money ran out.
Forty men worked on it that winter for a pound of Indian meal a day. Tomás Joyce was twenty-two, a stonemason’s son, and the only man on the crew who knew how to lay a proper drain under a road. The ganger said it didn’t matter. Nobody would ever use it. Tomás laid the drain anyway.
This is as far as the free sample goes. The rest of The Salt Road to Clifden is waiting for you.
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