fermoy

Updated: August 20, 2026

I had no intention of traveling as a priest, and when I told the driver as much he would not believe it, but insisted that I was really a priest traveling incognito; therefore, when we stopped at a small wayside tavern, about twelve miles from Cork and two to Fermoy, he privately informed the mistress that I was a priest who did not want the fact to become known.

Austin Bidwell - Bidwell's Travels, from Wall Street to London Prison: Fifteen Years in Solitude