The Little Brawl at Allen

By James Stephens

"The Little Brawl at Allen" is a short story by James Stephens that explores the theme of human nature and its darker side. The story is set in a small rural village in Ireland, where a seemingly peaceful community is plunged into chaos when a violent and bloody brawl erupts. The story follows the events leading up to the brawl, as tensions between the villagers begin to rise. It becomes clear that the fight is not just about a simple disagreement, but rather a manifestation of deeper issues within the community, such as jealousy, greed, and a desire for power.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Interactive Media
• Release date: May 23, 2017
• ISBN: 9781787242500

James Stephens

James Stephens (1882-1950) was an Irish novelist, poet, and folklorist. Adopted at a young age, Stephens spent much of his childhood on the streets. Having managed to make his way through school, Stephens became a solicitor’s clerk before developing an interest in Irish Republicanism and learning to read, write, and speak the Irish language. As he became politically active, he dedicated himself to writing versions of Irish myths, as well as composing original novels. A friend and colleague of James Joyce and George William Russell, James Stephens is an important and underrecognized figure in twentieth century Irish literature.

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James Stephens

The Little Brawl at Allen

Published by Sovereign

This edition first published in 2017

Copyright © 2017 Sovereign

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ISBN: 9781787242500

Contents

CHAPTER I

CHAPTER II

CHAPTER III

CHAPTER I

I think, said Cairell Whiteskin, that although judgement was given against Fionn, it was Fionn had the rights of it.

He had eleven hundred killed, said Cona’n amiably, and you may call that the rights of it if you like.

All the same— Cairell began argumentatively.

And it was you that commenced it, Cona’n continued.

Ho! Ho! Cairell cried. Why, you are as much to blame as I am.

No, said Cona’n, for you hit me first.

And if we had not been separated— the other growled.

Separated! said Cona’n, with a