Macken was one of the ""finds"" of last year's publishing with his poignant and original Now in we see him as again a spokesman, an interpreter, of the little people, the people whose lives are bounded by their limitations, of imagination, of vision, of understanding. There is less of relief and humanity here, in the story of Cahal, from the day of his coming to his grandfather in Caherlo, eager for life and people to love, not realizing the mark of his illegitimacy, of the institution, is on him -- is the day of his going, an outcast, whose offer of friendship had turned to bitterness, but she found it all worth while in Maire, who went with him into a new world, another chance. It is a picture of a tiny community, five or six families, in the boglands, as they wrest precarious living out of the soil. It is a picture of people whose estimate of their own im is too insecure to stand laughter and belittling and who cannot forgive Cahal, songs he uses the events, the people, he knows. There is less of warmth and humanity in his people of the bogs than there was in the life of the fishing grounds --less immediate appeal in Caal than in of the earlier book. But again, a born story teller has shared his seeing and feeling in words that sing to his readers.