Below the path by the canal lie the bones of the indentured Irishmen who built this canal in 1820. They lie in the earth without a stone, without a name. They came from a cold country and many perished from the heat or died of disease endemic to this region. Those who died were buried in this very bank where runners and walkers, strollers with babies and bike riders exercise in the warm breath of early Spring. Those who survived established a village called "Little Dublin" near where the Campus of the University of South Carolina exists today and from which many of their descendants have graduated.
Today their monument is draped with a green wreath. "Ar Dheis Go Raibh Anamach Na Marbh", May They Rest on the Right Hand of God.
The white clouds of Bradford Pear trees billow gently. The arms of purple Red Buds reach out from the woods. From a distance there is a pale green and pink glow from the forests.
The full tilt boogie band of Spring is tuning up.
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