A family in a thatched cabin eating potatoes, watched by two elegantly dressed gentlemen. The parents are seated, two of the children are crouched on the floor while another stands. The man's clothes are in tatters, as are those of the small boy at his feet. The woman wears a chequered headscarf. The fabric of the roof is seen in some detail. The table consists of a board or slab of rock resting on barrels. The meal is composed exclusively of potatoes. An extract of the seated man's words are given below the image.
|Published / created||1837|
|Travel Account||The Irish Tourist (1837)|
|Print or manuscript|
|Location of image in copy||frontispiece|
|Source copy||James Hardiman Library, National University of Ireland, Galway Special Collections SCR: 914.1504 TAY|
|Rights||Courtesy of the James Hardiman Library, National University of Ireland, Galway|
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“And are they home again now?” asked I.
“They are, yer Honour; Garrett has got work, and they have been pretty dacent;—but who knows if that will last?”
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