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Below are excerpts from three early IRA witness statements on file with the Irish Bureau of Military History that describe this hideout:
"As the year 1920 went on, the situation grew
worse, and there were a lot of men who could not remain
at home, so it was decided to start a camp. The place
selected was in.... a valley about seven miles long that
runs from east to west in the centre of the Joyce
country. There is no road going through it, and it is
surrounded by high mountains on either side. On the
south side of the valley, on the Maam Turk Mountain,
Eamonn Ó Maille (who was a brother of Padraic and an
engineer) blasted a cave, to hide out and store arms.
We decided to move all arms and ammunition to the camp,
and do some training there."
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"Some time in 1920 the I.R.A. built a dug-out
to store arms. Later on it was slept in
occasionally by men 'on the run'. It could contain twelve
at a time. It was in a very safe place as it could be
reached only by daylight and then anybody trying to reach it
had to be as sure-footed as a mountain goat to scale the face
of the rock leading to it."
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"...to look up at, seemed impossible
to climb, yet, about halfway up, Padraig O'Maille had his
hideout which he had constructed about two years previously.
Getting to it for the first time, it was necessary to have a
guide. Johnsy King and myself slept in it a few nights.
It was quite roomy and comfortable inside. The roof was of
galvanised iron, camouflaged on top with stones, grass and
heather to make it look like part of the landscape.
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"On Christmas night of 1920, all went home from
camp, and I was about to depart too when Padraic asked
whether or not anybody was going to remain with him.
Nobody answered, but all left! I decided to remain as
I felt sorry for him to be alone on the Holy Night.
About twelve o'clock that night, Padraic got a notion that
there might be a raid on the camp and that it would be
better to repair to the cave on the mountain side. Now,
it was pitch black, and he took some bedding on his back,
and I carried some more. He took a pail of live coals,
and we started up the steep cliff. As Padraic got into
the breeze higher up. the embers in the pail began to
send a shower of sparks skyward, and old dog Dingo began to
howl at the flames. I was coming in the rear and, with
the sparks flying and the rocks dug up by Padraic's feet,
I was running the gauntlet!
When we reached the cave, we started a fire, and
soon the place was full of smoke. I told Padraic the
chimney was stopped up, and went on the roof to open it
with a stick. I was not long up there when I heard a
great commotion in the cave. Padraic began to holla,
and the dog began to snarl. I jumped down, and heard
something go up the steps that led down to the cave
door. As I entered, I heard Padraic cursing at Dingo
to "get him", and the next moment he (Padraic) was
upset on the floor, and I ducked as a grey object came
at me and went through the door, with Dingo in pursuit
It was then that we found out that a badger and his mate
had made a home in our dugout when they found the door
open, and got smoked out!"