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You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms of -the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online at -www.gutenberg.org. If you are not located in the United States, you'll have -to check the laws of the country where you are located before using this ebook. - -Title: Manx Fairy Tales - -Author: Sophia Morrison - -Release Date: April 15, 2016 [EBook #51762] - -Language: English - -Character set encoding: ASCII - -*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK MANX FAIRY TALES *** - - - - -Produced by Jeroen Hellingman and the Online Distributed -Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net/ for Project -Gutenberg (This file was produced from images generously -made available by The Internet Archive/American Libraries.) - - - - - - -</pre> - -<div class="front"> -<div class="div1 cover"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= -"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> -<div class="divBody"> -<p class="par first"></p> -<div class="figure xd21e103width"><img src="images/new-cover.jpg" alt= -"Newly Designed Front Cover." width="480" height="720"></div> -<p class="par"></p> -</div> -</div> -<div class="div1 frontispiece"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= -"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> -<div class="divBody"> -<p class="par first"></p> -<div class="figure xd21e110width"><img src="images/frontispiece.jpg" -alt="The RIDE THROUGH THE BARN" width="471" height="720"> -<p class="figureHead"><span class="sc">The RIDE THROUGH THE -BARN</span></p> -<p class="par first">RUTH COBB</p> -</div> -<p class="par"></p> -</div> -</div> -<div class="div1 titlepage"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= -"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> -<div class="divBody"> -<p class="par first"></p> -<div class="figure xd21e120width"><img src="images/titlepage.png" alt= -"Original Title Page." width="452" height="720"></div> -<p class="par"></p> -</div> -</div> -<div class="titlePage"> -<div class="docTitle"> -<div class="mainTitle">MANX FAIRY TALES</div> -</div> -<div class="byline">BY<br> -<span class="docAuthor">SOPHIA MORRISON</span></div> -<div class="docImprint">LONDON<br> -DAVID NUTT, 57–59 LONG ACRE<br> -<span class="docDate">1911</span></div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum">[<a id="xd21e143" href="#xd21e143" name= -"xd21e143">iii</a>]</span></p> -<div class="div1 preface"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= -"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> -<div class="divHead"> -<h2 class="main">PREFACE</h2> -</div> -<div class="divBody"> -<p class="par first">There is at least one spot in the world where -Fairies are still believed in, and where, if you look in the right -places, they may still be found, and that is the little island from -which these stories come—Ellan Vannin, the Isle of Mann. But I -have used a word which should not be mentioned here—they are -never called Fairies by the Manx, but Themselves, or the Little People, -or the Little Fellows, or the Little Ones, or sometimes even the -Lil’ Boys. These Little People are not the tiny creatures with -wings who flutter about in many English Fairy tales, but they are small -persons from two to three feet in height, otherwise very like mortals. -They wear red caps and green jackets and are very fond of -hunting—indeed they are most often seen on <span class= -"pagenum">[<a id="xd21e149" href="#xd21e149" name= -"xd21e149">iv</a>]</span>horseback followed by packs of little hounds -of all the colours of the rainbow. They are rather inclined to be -mischievous and spiteful, and that is why they are called by such good -names, in case they should be listening!</p> -<p class="par">Besides these red-capped Little Fellows there are other -more alarming folk. There is the Fynoderee, who is large, ugly, hairy -and enormously strong, but not so bad as he looks, for often he helps -on the farm during the night by thrashing corn. He does not like to be -seen, so if a farmer wants work done by him, he must take care to keep -out of the Fynoderee’s way. Then, far uglier than Fynoderee, are -the Bugganes, who are horrible and cruel creatures. They can appear in -any shape they please—as ogres with huge heads and great fiery -eyes, or without any heads at all; as small dogs who grow larger and -larger as you watch them until they are larger than elephants, when -perhaps they turn into the shape of men or disappear into nothing; as -horned monsters or anything they choose. Each <span class= -"pagenum">[<a id="xd21e153" href="#xd21e153" name= -"xd21e153">v</a>]</span>Buggane has his own particular -dwelling-place—a dark sea-cave, a lonely hill, or a ruined -Keeill, or Church. There are many others too, but these are the -chief.</p> -<p class="par">Most of the stories are traditional and have been handed -down by word of mouth from father to son. I owe hearty thanks to those -from whose lips I have heard them—Messrs. J. R. Moore, William -Cashen, Joe Moore, Ned Quayle and others. Of the four stories which -have not been told to me personally—Teeval, Kitterland, The -Wizard’s Palace, and Smereree—the three first have been -printed in various folk-lore books, and the Manx of the last appeared -in ‘Yn Lioar Manninagh’ some years ago. Lastly I must thank -my friend Miss Alice Williams for her kind help and valuable assistance -in many ways.</p> -<p class="par signed">SOPHIA MORRISON.</p> -<p class="par dateline"><span class="sc">Peel, Isle of Mann</span>,<br> -<i>October 1911</i>. <span class="pagenum">[<a id="xd21e168" href= -"#xd21e168" name="xd21e168">vii</a>]</span></p> -</div> -</div> -<div id="toc" class="div1 contents"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= -"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> -<div class="divHead"> -<h2 class="main">CONTENTS</h2> -<table class="tocList"> -<tr> -<td class="tocDivNum"></td> -<td class="tocDivTitle" colspan="7"></td> -<td class="tocPageNum">PAGE</td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tocDivNum"></td> -<td class="tocDivTitle" colspan="7"><span class="sc"><a href="#ch1" id= -"xd21e180" name="xd21e180">Themselves</a></span></td> -<td class="tocPageNum">1</td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tocDivNum"></td> -<td class="tocDivTitle" colspan="7"><span class="sc"><a href="#ch2" id= -"xd21e188" name="xd21e188">The Buggane of Glen Meay -Waterfall</a></span></td> -<td class="tocPageNum">8</td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tocDivNum"></td> -<td class="tocDivTitle" colspan="7"><span class="sc"><a href="#ch3" id= -"xd21e196" name="xd21e196">How the Manx Cat lost her -Tail</a></span></td> -<td class="tocPageNum">14</td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tocDivNum"></td> -<td class="tocDivTitle" colspan="7"><span class="sc"><a href="#ch4" id= -"xd21e204" name="xd21e204">The Making of Mann</a></span></td> -<td class="tocPageNum">16</td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tocDivNum"></td> -<td class="tocDivTitle" colspan="7"><span class="sc"><a href="#ch5" id= -"xd21e212" name="xd21e212">The Coming of Saint Patrick</a></span></td> -<td class="tocPageNum">20</td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tocDivNum"></td> -<td class="tocDivTitle" colspan="7"><span class="sc"><a href="#ch6" id= -"xd21e220" name="xd21e220">How the Herring became King of the -Sea</a></span></td> -<td class="tocPageNum">24</td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tocDivNum"></td> -<td class="tocDivTitle" colspan="7"><span class="sc"><a href="#ch7" id= -"xd21e228" name="xd21e228">The Silver Cup</a></span></td> -<td class="tocPageNum">27</td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tocDivNum"></td> -<td class="tocDivTitle" colspan="7"><span class="sc"><a href="#ch8" id= -"xd21e236" name="xd21e236">The Child without a Name</a></span></td> -<td class="tocPageNum">34</td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tocDivNum"></td> -<td class="tocDivTitle" colspan="7"><span class="sc"><a href="#ch9" id= -"xd21e244" name="xd21e244">The Fairy Doctor</a></span></td> -<td class="tocPageNum">38</td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tocDivNum"></td> -<td class="tocDivTitle" colspan="7"><span class="sc"><a href="#ch10" -id="xd21e252" name="xd21e252">Joe Moore’s Story of Finn -MacCooilley and the Buggane</a></span></td> -<td class="tocPageNum">42</td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tocDivNum"></td> -<td class="tocDivTitle" colspan="7"><span class="sc"><a href="#ch11" -id="xd21e261" name="xd21e261">The Fynoderee</a></span></td> -<td class="tocPageNum">47</td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tocDivNum"></td> -<td class="tocDivTitle" colspan="7"><span class="sc"><a href="#ch12" -id="xd21e269" name="xd21e269">The Fynoderee of Gordon</a></span></td> -<td class="tocPageNum">48</td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tocDivNum"></td> -<td class="tocDivTitle" colspan="7"><span class="sc"><a href="#ch13" -id="xd21e277" name="xd21e277">The Lhondoo and the -Ushag-reaisht</a></span></td> -<td class="tocPageNum">54</td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tocDivNum"></td> -<td class="tocDivTitle" colspan="7"><span class="sc"><a href="#ch14" -id="xd21e285" name="xd21e285">Billy Beg, Tom Beg, and the -Fairies</a></span></td> -<td class="tocPageNum">56</td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tocDivNum"></td> -<td class="tocDivTitle" colspan="7"><span class="sc"><a href="#ch15" -id="xd21e293" name="xd21e293">The Lazy Wife</a></span></td> -<td class="tocPageNum">62</td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tocDivNum"></td> -<td class="tocDivTitle" colspan="7"><span class="sc"><a href="#ch16" -id="xd21e301" name="xd21e301">The Mermaid of -Gob-ny-Ooyl</a></span></td> -<td class="tocPageNum">71</td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tocDivNum"></td> -<td class="tocDivTitle" colspan="7"><span class="sc"><a href="#ch17" -id="xd21e309" name="xd21e309">The Lost Wife of -Ballaleece</a></span></td> -<td class="tocPageNum">75</td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tocDivNum"></td> -<td class="tocDivTitle" colspan="7"><span class="sc"><a href="#ch18" -id="xd21e317" name="xd21e317">Smereree</a></span></td> -<td class="tocPageNum">78</td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tocDivNum"></td> -<td class="tocDivTitle" colspan="7"><span class="sc"><a href="#ch19" -id="xd21e325" name="xd21e325">Kebeg</a></span> <span class= -"pagenum">[<a id="xd21e331" href="#xd21e331" name= -"xd21e331">viii</a>]</span></td> -<td class="tocPageNum">83</td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tocDivNum"></td> -<td class="tocDivTitle" colspan="7"><span class="sc"><a href="#ch20" -id="xd21e334" name="xd21e334">The Fairy Child of -Close-ny-Lheiy</a></span></td> -<td class="tocPageNum">85</td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tocDivNum"></td> -<td class="tocDivTitle" colspan="7"><span class="sc"><a href="#ch21" -id="xd21e342" name="xd21e342">The Little Footprints</a></span></td> -<td class="tocPageNum">93</td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tocDivNum"></td> -<td class="tocDivTitle" colspan="7"><span class="sc"><a href="#ch22" -id="xd21e351" name="xd21e351">The Tall Man of -Ballacurry</a></span></td> -<td class="tocPageNum">97</td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tocDivNum"></td> -<td class="tocDivTitle" colspan="7"><span class="sc"><a href="#ch23" -id="xd21e359" name="xd21e359">Ned Quayle’s Story of the Fairy -Pig</a></span></td> -<td class="tocPageNum">100</td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tocDivNum"></td> -<td class="tocDivTitle" colspan="7"><span class="sc"><a href="#ch24" -id="xd21e367" name="xd21e367">Kitterland</a></span></td> -<td class="tocPageNum">105</td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tocDivNum"></td> -<td class="tocDivTitle" colspan="7"><span class="sc"><a href="#ch25" -id="xd21e375" name="xd21e375">Teeval, Princess of the -Ocean</a></span></td> -<td class="tocPageNum">110</td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tocDivNum"></td> -<td class="tocDivTitle" colspan="7"><span class="sc"><a href="#ch26" -id="xd21e383" name="xd21e383">The Wizard’s Palace</a></span></td> -<td class="tocPageNum">116</td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tocDivNum"></td> -<td class="tocDivTitle" colspan="7"><span class="sc"><a href="#ch27" -id="xd21e391" name="xd21e391">The Enchanted Isle</a></span></td> -<td class="tocPageNum">121</td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tocDivNum"></td> -<td class="tocDivTitle" colspan="7"><span class="sc"><a href="#ch28" -id="xd21e399" name="xd21e399">Stories about Birds</a></span></td> -<td class="tocPageNum">123</td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tocDivNum"></td> -<td class="tocDivTitle" colspan="7"><span class="sc"><a href="#ch29" -id="xd21e407" name="xd21e407">The Moddey Doo or the Black Dog of Peel -Castle</a></span></td> -<td class="tocPageNum">129</td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tocDivNum"></td> -<td class="tocDivTitle" colspan="7"><span class="sc"><a href="#ch30" -id="xd21e415" name="xd21e415">Little Red Bird</a></span></td> -<td class="tocPageNum">133</td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tocDivNum"></td> -<td class="tocDivTitle" colspan="7"><span class="sc"><a href="#ch31" -id="xd21e423" name="xd21e423">Tehi Tegi</a></span></td> -<td class="tocPageNum">134</td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tocDivNum"></td> -<td class="tocDivTitle" colspan="7"><span class="sc"><a href="#ch32" -id="xd21e431" name="xd21e431">John-y-Chiarn’s -Journey</a></span></td> -<td class="tocPageNum">138</td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tocDivNum"></td> -<td class="tocDivTitle" colspan="7"><span class="sc"><a href="#ch33" -id="xd21e440" name="xd21e440">A Bad Wish</a></span></td> -<td class="tocPageNum">143</td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tocDivNum"></td> -<td class="tocDivTitle" colspan="7"><span class="sc"><a href="#ch34" -id="xd21e448" name="xd21e448">The Witch of Slieu -Whallian</a></span></td> -<td class="tocPageNum">144</td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tocDivNum"></td> -<td class="tocDivTitle" colspan="7"><span class="sc"><a href="#ch35" -id="xd21e456" name="xd21e456">The Old Christmas</a></span></td> -<td class="tocPageNum">149</td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tocDivNum"></td> -<td class="tocDivTitle" colspan="7"><span class="sc"><a href="#ch36" -id="xd21e464" name="xd21e464">The Buggane of St. -Trinian’s</a></span></td> -<td class="tocPageNum">153</td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tocDivNum"></td> -<td class="tocDivTitle" colspan="7"><span class="sc"><a href="#ch37" -id="xd21e472" name="xd21e472">King Magnus Barefoot</a></span></td> -<td class="tocPageNum">161</td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tocDivNum"></td> -<td class="tocDivTitle" colspan="7"><span class="sc"><a href="#ch38" -id="xd21e480" name="xd21e480">Manannan Mac-y-Leirr</a></span></td> -<td class="tocPageNum">169, 171</td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tocDivNum"></td> -<td class="tocDivTitle" colspan="7"><span class="sc"><a href="#ch39" -id="xd21e488" name="xd21e488">The Cormorant and the Bat</a></span></td> -<td class="tocPageNum">174</td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tocDivNum"></td> -<td class="tocDivTitle" colspan="7"><span class="sc"><a href="#ch40" -id="xd21e496" name="xd21e496">Caillagh-ny-Faashagh, or the Prophet -Wizard</a></span></td> -<td class="tocPageNum">176</td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tocDivNum"></td> -<td class="tocDivTitle" colspan="7"><span class="sc"><a href="#ch41" -id="xd21e504" name="xd21e504">The City Under Sea</a></span></td> -<td class="tocPageNum">182</td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tocDivNum"></td> -<td class="tocDivTitle" colspan="7"><span class="sc"><a href="#ch42" -id="xd21e512" name="xd21e512">An Ancient Charm Against the -Fairies</a></span></td> -<td class="tocPageNum">186</td> -</tr> -</table> -<p><span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb1" href="#pb1" name= -"pb1">1</a>]</span></p> -</div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="body"> -<div id="ch1" class="div1 tale"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= -"#xd21e180">Contents</a>]</span> -<div class="divHead"> -<h2 class="super">MANX FAIRY TALES</h2> -<h2 class="main">THEMSELVES</h2> -<div class="div2 story"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= -"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> -<div class="divHead"> -<h3 class="main">I</h3> -</div> -<div class="divBody"> -<p class="par first">There was a man once in the Isle of Mann who met -one of the Little Fellows, and the Little Fellow told him that if he -would go to London Bridge and dig, he would find a fortune. So he went, -and when he got there he began to dig, and another man came to him and -said:</p> -<p class="par">‘What are you doing?’</p> -<p class="par">‘One of Themselves told me to come to London -Bridge and I would get a fortune,’ says he. And the other man -said:</p> -<p class="par">‘I dreamed that I was back in the lil’ -islan’ an’ I was at a house with a thorn-tree at the -chimley of it, and <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb2" href="#pb2" name= -"pb2">2</a>]</span>if I would dig there I would find a fortune. But I -wouldn’ go, for it was only foolishness.’</p> -<p class="par">Then he told him so plainly about the house that the -first man knew it was his own, so he went back to the Island. When he -got home he dug under the little thorn-tree by the chimney and he found -an iron box. He opened the box and it was full of gold, and there was a -letter in it, but he could not read the letter because it was in a -foreign language. So he put it in the smithy window and challenged any -scholar who went by to read it. None of them could, but at last one big -boy said it was Latin and it meant:</p> -<p class="par">‘Dig again and you’ll find -another.’</p> -<p class="par">So the man dug again under the thorn-tree, and what did -he find but another iron box full of gold!</p> -<p class="par">And from that day till the day of his death, that man -used to open the front door before going to bed, and call out: -‘My blessing with the Little Fellows!’ <span class= -"pagenum">[<a id="pb3" href="#pb3" name="pb3">3</a>]</span></p> -</div> -</div> -<div class="div2 story"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= -"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> -<div class="divHead"> -<h3 class="main">II</h3> -</div> -<div class="divBody"> -<p class="par first">Here is a true story that was told me by a man -named James Moore when I was sitting with him by the fire one evening. -He said:</p> -<p class="par">‘I’m not much of a believer in most of the -stories some ones is telling, but after all a body can’t help -believing a thing they happen to see for themselves.</p> -<p class="par">‘I remember one winter’s night—we were -living in a house at the time that was pulled down for the building of -the Big Wheel. It was a thatched house with two rooms, and a wall about -six foot high dividing them, and from that it was open to the scrahs, -or turfs, that were laid across the rafters. My Mother was sitting at -the fire busy spinning, and my Father was sitting in the big chair at -the end of the table taking a chapter for us out of the Manx Bible. My -brother was busy winding a spool and I was working with <span class= -"pagenum">[<a id="pb4" href="#pb4" name="pb4">4</a>]</span>a bunch of -ling, trying to make two or three pegs.</p> -<p class="par">‘“There’s a terrible glisther on -to-night,” my Mother said, looking at the fire. “An’ -the rain comin’ peltin’ down the chimley!”</p> -<p class="par">‘“Yes,” said my Father, shutting the -Bible; “an’ we better get to bed middlin’ soon and -let the Lil’ Ones in to a bit of shelter.”</p> -<p class="par">‘So we all got ready and went to bed.</p> -<p class="par">‘Some time in the night my brother wakened me with -a:</p> -<p class="par">‘“Sh—ish! Listen boy, an’ look -at the big light tha’s in the kitchen!” Then he rubbed his -eyes a bit and whispered:</p> -<p class="par">‘“What’s mother doin’ now at -all?”</p> -<p class="par">‘“Listen!” I said. “An’ -you’ll hear mother in bed, it’s not her at all; it must be -the Little Ones that’s agate of the wheel!”</p> -<p class="par">‘And both of us got frightened, and <span class= -"pagenum">[<a id="pb5" href="#pb5" name="pb5">5</a>]</span>down with -our heads under the clothes and fell asleep. In the morning when we got -up we told them what we had seen, first thing.</p> -<p class="par">‘“Aw, like enough, like enough,” my -Father said, looking at the wheel. “It seems your mother forgot -to take the band off last night, a thing people should be careful -about, for it’s givin’ Themselves power over the wheel, -an’ though their meanin’s well enough, the spinnin’ -they’re doin’ is nothin’ to brag about. The weaver is -always shoutin’ about their work an’ the bad joinin’ -they’re makin’ in the rolls.”</p> -<p class="par">‘“I remember it as well as -yesterday—the big light that was at them, and the whirring that -was going on. And let anybody say what they like, that’s a thing -I’ve seen and heard for myself.”’</p> -</div> -</div> -<div class="div2 story"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= -"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> -<div class="divHead"> -<h3 class="main">III</h3> -</div> -<div class="divBody"> -<p class="par first">One evening a young man who was serving his time -as a weaver was walking home late from Douglas to Glen Meay. He -<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb6" href="#pb6" name= -"pb6">6</a>]</span>had often been boasting that he had never seen any -of the Little People. Well, this night he was coming along the St. -John’s Road, and when he got near to the river a big, big bull -stood across the road before him. He took his stick and gave it one big -knock. It went into the river and he never saw it any more.</p> -<p class="par">After that, when he got to the Parson’s Bridge, he -met a little thing just like a spinning wheel and there was a little, -little body sitting where the spool is. Well, he lifted his stick again -and struck the little body that was sitting on the spool a hard knock -with his stick. The little body said to him:</p> -<p class="par">‘Ny jean shen arragh!’ which means, -‘Don’t do that again!’</p> -<p class="par">He walked on then till he got to Glen Meay and told what -he had seen in a house there. Then another man said he had seen the -little old woman sitting on the top of the spool of the spinning wheel -and coming down Raby Hill at dark. So it took her a long time, for the -first man met her <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb7" href="#pb7" name= -"pb7">7</a>]</span>at six and the second at eleven, and there -isn’t two miles between the two places.</p> -<p class="par">So they were saying, when the cycles came in, that the -Little People had been before them! And this is a true story. -<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb8" href="#pb8" name= -"pb8">8</a>]</span></p> -</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> -<div id="ch2" class="div1 tale"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= -"#xd21e188">Contents</a>]</span> -<div class="divHead"> -<h2 class="main">THE BUGGANE OF GLEN MEAY WATERFALL</h2> -</div> -<div class="divBody"> -<p class="par first">There was once a woman living near Glen Meay, and -she was the wife of a decent, quiet, striving man of the place. There -was no one but herself and the man, and they had a nice little cottage -and owned a bit of a croft on which they grazed a cow and a few sheep -and grew enough potatoes to do them the winter out; and the man had a -yawl and went to the fishing when things were slack on land. But for -all that they were not comfortable, for work as hard as the man might -at his farming and his fishing, he was kept as poor as Lazarus by a -lazy wife.</p> -<p class="par">For the woman was fonder of lying a-bed in the morning -than sitting at her milking stool; indeed the neighbours had it to say -<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb9" href="#pb9" name= -"pb9">9</a>]</span>that she wore out more blankets than shoes. Many a -day her man would be going out early as hungry as a hawk, without a -bite or a sup in him. One morning when he came in from work for his -breakfast there was no fire—his wife was never up. Well, my poor -man had nothing for it but to get his own breakfast ready and go back -to his work. When he came in for dinner it happened as it had happened -for breakfast.</p> -<p class="par">‘Bad luck to her laziness,’ he thought; -‘this is coul comfort for a poor man, but I’ll play a trick -on her for it.’</p> -<p class="par">And with that he fetched a bart of straw and bunged the -two windows of his house. Then he went back to his work.</p> -<p class="par">The sun had not yet set when he came home in the -evening. His wife was lying in bed waiting for day.</p> -<p class="par">‘Aw, woman,’ he shouted, ‘make haste -an’ get up to see the sun rise in the wes’.’</p> -<p class="par">Up jumped the wife and ran to the door just as the sun -was going down, and the sight terrified her. The whole sky looked like -fire, and she thought that the end of <span class="pagenum">[<a id= -"pb10" href="#pb10" name="pb10">10</a>]</span>the world had come. But -next morning it all happened as it had happened before, and himself -said to her:</p> -<p class="par">‘Kirry, it’s the Buggane, sure enough, -that’ll be having thee one of these days if thou don’t mend -thy ways!’</p> -<p class="par">‘What Buggane?’ said she.</p> -<p class="par">‘Ax me no questions,’ said he, -‘an’ I’ll tell thee no lies. But it’s the big, -black, hairy fellow that lies under the Spooyt Vooar that I’m -meanin’.’</p> -<p class="par">‘Aw, houl yer tongue, man; thou don’t -frecken me wi’ thy Bugganes,’ shouted the woman.</p> -<p class="par">In the evening the man left the house to go out to the -fishing. As soon as he had gone the woman took a notion in her head to -bake, as she had only the heel o’ the loaf left for breakfast. -Now, Themselves can’t stand lazy ways, and baking after sunset is -the one thing they won’t abide. She who does so will meet their -revenge—something is sure to be taken by them, but seldom worse -than some of the live stock. Well, the woman set to work to bake some -barley <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb11" href="#pb11" name= -"pb11">11</a>]</span>bread and flour cake. First, she went out to get -gorse to put under the griddle, slipping the bolt on the door as she -came in, that none of the neighbours would catch her and cry shame on -her for baking after sunset. She got some meal out of the barrel and -put it on the round table, and put salt and water on it, and then she -kneaded the meal and clapped a cake out as thin as sixpence with her -hands. But she was only a middling poor baker, one of the sort that has -to use a knife to make the cake of a right round. She had turned the -cake twice, and taken it off, and brushed the griddle with a white -goose wing ready for the next cake which she was busy cutting round -with her knife. Just at that moment there was heard the sound of -something heavy lumbering up to the door. After a few seconds -<span class="sc">SOMETHING</span> fumbled at the sneg of the door, then -<span class="sc">SOMETHING</span> knocked high up on the door, and a -voice like the thick, gruff voice of a giant was heard saying, -‘Open, open for me.’ She made no answer. Again there was a -loud knock and a big hoarse <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb12" href= -"#pb12" name="pb12">12</a>]</span>voice was heard which cried: -‘Woman of the house, open for me.’ Then the door burst open -and behold ye, what should she see but a great, big ugly beast of a -Buggane rushing in mad with rage. Without as much as a ‘By your -leave,’ he made one grab at her, and clutched hold of her by her -apron and swung her on his shoulder, and away with him. Before she knew -where she was he rushed her across the fields and down the hill, till -he brought her to the top of the Spooyt Vooar, the big waterfall of -Glen Meay. As the Buggane tore down the hill, the woman felt the ground -tremble under his feet, and the noise of the waterfall filled her ears. -And, there in front of her, she saw the stream turn to white spray as -it came leaping down the rocks. As the Buggane swung her in the air to -throw her into the deep pool, she thought that her last hour had come. -Then all at once she remembered the knife that she held in her hand! -Quick as thought she cut the string of her apron and down she tumbled -to the ground, rolling over and over down the hill. <span class= -"pagenum">[<a id="pb13" href="#pb13" name="pb13">13</a>]</span>And -before he knew where he was the Buggane, with the speed he had on him, -pitched forward head first down the rushing Spooyt Vooar. As he went -head over heels and down to the bottom of the pool with a souse -you’d have heard half a mile away, she heard him give a roar out -of him:</p> -<div class="lgouter"> -<p class="line">Rumbyl, rumbyl, sambyl,</p> -<p class="line">I thought I had a lazy Dirt,</p> -<p class="line">And I have but the edge of her skirt.</p> -</div> -<p class="par first">And that was the last that was seen of that -fellow! <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb14" href="#pb14" name= -"pb14">14</a>]</span></p> -</div> -</div> -<div id="ch3" class="div1 tale"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= -"#xd21e196">Contents</a>]</span> -<div class="divHead"> -<h2 class="main">HOW THE MANX CAT LOST HER TAIL</h2> -</div> -<div class="divBody"> -<p class="par first">When Noah was calling the animals into the Ark, -there was one cat who was out mousing and took no notice when he was -calling to her. She was a good mouser, but this time she had trouble to -find a mouse and she took a notion that she wouldn’t go into the -Ark without one.</p> -<p class="par">So at last, when Noah had all the animals safe inside, -and he saw the rain beginning to fall, and no sign of her coming in, he -said:</p> -<p class="par">‘Who’s out is out, and who’s in is -in!’ And with that he was just closing the door when the cat came -running up, half drowned—that’s why cats hate the -water—and just squeezed in, in time. But Noah had slammed the -door as she ran in and it cut off her tail, so she got in without it, -<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb15" href="#pb15" name= -"pb15">15</a>]</span>and that is why Manx cats have no tails to this -day. That cat said:</p> -<div class="lgouter"> -<p class="line">Bee bo bend it,</p> -<p class="line">My tail’s ended,</p> -<p class="line">And I’ll go to Mann</p> -<p class="line">And get copper nails,</p> -<p class="line">And mend it.</p> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb16" href="#pb16" name= -"pb16">16</a>]</span></p> -</div> -</div> -<div id="ch4" class="div1 tale"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= -"#xd21e204">Contents</a>]</span> -<div class="divHead"> -<h2 class="main">THE MAKING OF MANN</h2> -</div> -<div class="divBody"> -<p class="par first">Thousands of years ago, at the time of the Battles -of the Giants in Ireland, Finn Mac Cooil was fighting with a great, -red-haired Scotch giant who had come over to challenge him. He beat him -and chased him eastwards towards the sea. But the Scotch giant was a -faster runner and began to get ahead of him, so Finn, who was afraid -that he would jump into the sea and escape, stooped down and clutched a -great handful of the soil of Ireland to throw at him. He cast it, but -he missed his enemy, and the great lump of earth fell into the midst of -the Irish Sea. It is the Isle of Mann, and the great hole which Finn -made, where he tore it up, is Lough Neagh.</p> -<p class="par">There were men, too, in Ireland in those days as well as -giants, and to some of them <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb17" href= -"#pb17" name="pb17">17</a>]</span>it seemed to happen in a different -way. Men do not always understand the doings of giants, because men -live, it may be said, in the footprints of the giants. It seems that at -this time the Irish tribes were gathered in two great forces getting -ready to meet the plunderers who had left Scotland and were at work on -their own coast. Their blood got too hot and they went into each other -in downright earnest, to show how they would do with the rascals when -they came. To their confusion, for they lost hold over themselves, they -got into boggy ground and were in great danger. The leaders, seeing -that it was going to mean a big loss of life, got all their men -together on a big patch of dry ground that happened to be in the -bog-land, when all of a sudden a darkness came overhead and the ground -began to shake and tremble with the weight of the people and the stir -there was at them, and then it disappeared, people and all. Some said -that it took plunge and sank into the bog with the people on it. Others -said that it was lifted up, <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb18" href= -"#pb18" name="pb18">18</a>]</span>and the people on it dropped off into -the swamp. No doubt the darkness that was caused by the hand of Finn -made it hard to see just how it happened. However that may be, a while -after this they said the sea was surging dreadful, and the men in the -boats had to hold to the sides, or it’s out they’d have -been thrown. And behold ye, a few days after this there was land seen -in the middle of the sea, where no man ever saw the like before.</p> -<p class="par">You may know that this story is true because the Irish -have always looked on the Isle of Mann as a parcel of their own land. -They say that when Saint Patrick put the blessing of God on the soil of -Ireland and all creatures that might live upon it, the power of that -blessing was felt at the same time in the Island.</p> -<div class="lgouter"> -<p class="line">Saint Patrick was a mighty man,</p> -<p class="line">He was a Saint so clever,</p> -<p class="line">He gave the snakes and toads a twisht!</p> -<p class="line">And banished them for ever.</p> -</div> -<p class="par first">And there is proof of the truth of the saying to -this day, for while such nasty things do <span class="pagenum">[<a id= -"pb19" href="#pb19" name="pb19">19</a>]</span>live in England they -cannot breathe freely on the blessed soil.</p> -<p class="par">The island was much larger then than it is now, but the -magician who for a time ruled over it, as a revenge on one of his -enemies, raised a furious wind in the air and in the bosom of the -earth. This wind tore several pieces off the land and cast them into -the sea. They floated about and were changed into the dangerous rocks -which are now so much feared by ships. The smaller pieces became the -shifting sands which wave round the coast, and are sometimes seen and -sometimes disappear. Later the island was known as Ellan Sheaynt, the -Isle of Peace, or the Holy Island. It was a place where there was -always sunshine, and the singing of birds, the scent of sweet flowers, -and apple-trees blossoming the whole year round. There was always -enough there to eat and drink, and the horses of that place were fine -and the women beautiful. <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb20" href= -"#pb20" name="pb20">20</a>]</span></p> -</div> -</div> -<div id="ch5" class="div1 tale"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= -"#xd21e212">Contents</a>]</span> -<div class="divHead"> -<h2 class="main">THE COMING OF SAINT PATRICK</h2> -</div> -<div class="divBody"> -<p class="par first">It was the time that Saint Patrick was coming on -horseback to Mann, over the sea from Ireland. When he drew near to the -land, Manannan Mac y Leirr, that great wizard that was ruler of Mann, -put a charm out of him that made the air round the island thick with -mist, so that neither sun nor sky nor sea nor land could be seen. -Patrick rode into the thick of the mist, but try as he would he could -find no way out of it, and behind him there was a great sea-beast -waiting to swallow him up. He didn’t know in his seven senses -where he was—east, or west—and was for turning back, when -there came to his ears the cry of a curlew, calling:</p> -<p class="par">‘Come you, come you, come you!’</p> -<p class="par">Then he said to himself:</p> -<p class="par">‘The curlew will be down feeding among the rocks; -she will be calling to her young.’ <span class="pagenum">[<a id= -"pb21" href="#pb21" name="pb21">21</a>]</span></p> -<p class="par">After that he heard the bleat of a goat:</p> -<p class="par">‘Beware, beware, beware!’</p> -<p class="par">And he said to himself:</p> -<p class="par">‘Where the goat bleats for the fall of her kid -there will be a steep bit of a hill.’</p> -<p class="par">Last of all he heard the crow of a cock:</p> -<p class="par">‘Come to us—come, come!’</p> -<p class="par">Then said Patrick:</p> -<p class="par">‘I believe on me sowl I’m back of Peel -Hill.’</p> -<p class="par">And with that he took one leap on to the little island -and put his horse up the sheer rock. Soon he stood, sure enough, at the -top of Peel Hill. As he stood there he cried out:</p> -<p class="par">‘Me blessing on the curlew. No man afther this is -to find her nest!’</p> -<p class="par">‘Me blessing on the goat, an’ no man is to -see her bring forth her young!’</p> -<p class="par">‘Me blessing on the cock, an’ he shall crow -at dawn ever afther at this same hour!’</p> -<p class="par">He cursed the sea beast and turned him into a solid rock -and there he lies now with his great fin on his back.</p> -<p class="par">Where the horse’s hoofs struck the top of the hill -there sprang a well of pure <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb22" href= -"#pb22" name="pb22">22</a>]</span>water, of which man and horse drank, -and it is called the Holy Well of Saint Patrick to this day. If you go -down to the ledges of the rock, which were made by the horse’s -hoofs as he clambered up, you may see the footprints still.</p> -<p class="par">When Patrick looked about him the mist was lifting, and -he saw a great host of warriors round Manannan’s Faery Mound, -with the first rays of the rising sun shining on their spears. But the -saint knew that they were phantoms raised by Manannan’s magic -power and he bade them to be gone.</p> -<p class="par">And, behold, they and their master, in the shape of -three-legged men, whirled round and round like wheels before the swift -wind, which could not overtake them, till they came to Spanish Head. -There they whirled over the houghs so quickly and lightly that the -gulls on the ledges below were not disturbed, then on over the rough, -grey Irish Sea till they came to the enchanted island, fifteen miles -south-west of the Calf. Once there Manannan dropped the isle to the -bottom of the sea, and he and his company were seen no more. -<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb23" href="#pb23" name= -"pb23">23</a>]</span></p> -<p class="par">Saint Patrick on his snow-white horse stood still on -Peel Hill and blessed the island where he had touched land, and blessed -it has been to this day. Then he leapt on to the little islet that he -saw below him. Ever since it has been called Saint Patrick’s -Isle, and from the rocks on its northern side he watched the fierce -storm which Manannan’s going had made. Just then a brave ship, -with foresail and mainsail gone, was driving straight for the terrible -rocks. Saint Patrick raised his mailed hand and the tempest was calmed. -The good ship righted herself again, and those on board were saved. -They looked up with awe and thankfulness at the rider in his shining -armour on the snow-white steed, standing bright against the blackness -of the rocks. And ever since that day the fisherman, as he sails past -the Horse Rock, has offed with his cap and put up this bit of a prayer -to good Saint Patrick:</p> -<div class="lgouter"> -<p class="line">Saint Patrick who blessed our Island, bless us and our -boat,</p> -<p class="line xd21e758">Going out well, coming in better,</p> -<p class="line xd21e758">With living and dead in the boat.</p> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb24" href="#pb24" name= -"pb24">24</a>]</span></p> -</div> -</div> -<div id="ch6" class="div1 tale"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= -"#xd21e220">Contents</a>]</span> -<div class="divHead"> -<h2 class="main">HOW THE HERRING BECAME KING OF THE SEA</h2> -</div> -<div class="divBody"> -<p class="par first">The old fishermen of the island have it to say -that years and years ago the fish met to choose themselves a king, for -they had no deemster to tell them what was right. Likely enough their -meeting-place was off the Shoulder, south of the Calf. They all came -looking their best—there was Captain Jiarg, the Red Gurnet, in -his fine crimson coat; Grey Horse, the Shark, big and cruel; the Bollan -in his brightest colours; Dirty Peggy, the Cuttle-fish, putting her -nicest face on herself; Athag, the Haddock, trying to rub out the black -spots the devil burnt on him when he took hold of him with his finger -and thumb, and all the rest. Each one thought he might be chosen.</p> -<p class="par">The Fish had a strong notion to make <span class= -"pagenum">[<a id="pb25" href="#pb25" name="pb25">25</a>]</span>Brac -Gorm, the Mackerel, king. He knew that, and he went and put beautiful -lines and stripes on himself—pink and green and gold, and all the -colours of the sea and sky. Then he was thinking diamonds of himself. -But when he came he looked that grand that they didn’t know him. -So they said that he was artificial and would have nothing to do with -him.</p> -<p class="par">In the end it was Skeddan, the Herring, the Lil Silver -Fella, who was made King of the Sea.</p> -<p class="par">When it was all over, up came the Fluke, too late to -give his vote, and they all called out:</p> -<p class="par">‘You’ve missed the tide, my -beauty!’</p> -<p class="par">It seems that he had been so busy tallivating himself -up, touching himself up red in places, that he forgot how time went. -When he found that the herring had been chosen, he twisted up his mouth -on one side, and says he:</p> -<p class="par">‘An’ what am I goin’ to be -then?’</p> -<p class="par">‘Take that,’ says Scarrag the Skate, and he -ups with his tail and gives the Fluke <span class="pagenum">[<a id= -"pb26" href="#pb26" name="pb26">26</a>]</span>a slap on his mouth that -knocked his mouth crooked on him. And so it has been ever since.</p> -<p class="par">And, maybe, it’s because the Herring is King of -the Sea that he has so much honour among men. Even the deemsters, when -they take their oath, say: ‘I will execute justice as -indifferently as the herring’s backbone doth lie in the midst of -the fish.’</p> -<p class="par">And the Manx people will not burn the herring’s -bones in the fire, in case the herring should feel it. It is to be -remembered, too, that the best herring in the world are caught in this -place off the Shoulder, where the fish held their big meeting, and that -is because it is not very far from Manannan’s enchanted island. -<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb27" href="#pb27" name= -"pb27">27</a>]</span></p> -</div> -</div> -<div id="ch7" class="div1 tale"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= -"#xd21e228">Contents</a>]</span> -<div class="divHead"> -<h2 class="main">THE SILVER CUP</h2> -</div> -<div class="divBody"> -<p class="par first">There was once a man living in the south of the -island whose name was Colcheragh. He was a farmer, and he had poultry -on his street, sheep on the mountain, and cattle in the meadow land -alongside the river.</p> -<p class="par">His cows were the best cows in the parish. Nowhere could -you see such a fine head of cattle as he had; they were the pride of -his heart, and they served him well with milk and butter.</p> -<p class="par">But after a time he began to think that something was -amiss with the cows. He went to the cow-house the first thing every -morning, and one morning he noticed the cows looking so tired they -could hardly stand. When it came to milking time they found not a drop -of milk. The girls, who went out to milk the cows, came back with empty -cans, saying: <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb28" href="#pb28" name= -"pb28">28</a>]</span></p> -<p class="par">‘The milk has gone up into the cows’ -horns!’</p> -<p class="par">Colcheragh began to think that some one had put an evil -eye on his cows, so he swept up some of the dust from the cross -four-roads close by, in a shovel, and sprinkled it on their backs. But -the cows got no better. Then he wondered if some one was coming at -night to steal the milk. He made up his mind to sit in the cow-house -all night to see if he could catch the thief.</p> -<p class="par">So one night after everyone had gone to bed he crept out -of the house and hid himself under some straw in a corner of the -cow-house. Hour after hour of the dark lonesome night crept on, and he -heard nothing but the cows’ breathing and their rustle in the -straw. He was very cold and stiff, and he had just made up his mind to -go into the house, when a glimmering light showed under the door; and -then he heard Things laughing and talking—queer talk—he -knew that they were not right people. The cow-house door opened and in -came a whole lot of Little Men, dressed in green <span class= -"pagenum">[<a id="pb29" href="#pb29" name="pb29">29</a>]</span>coats -and leather caps. Keeking through the straw, he saw their horns hung by -their sides, their whips in their hands, and scores of little dogs of -every colour—green, blue, yellow, scarlet, and every colour you -can think of—at their heels. The cows were lying down. The Little -Fellows loosed the yokes from the cows’ necks, hopped on their -backs, a dozen, maybe, on each cow, and cracked their little whips. The -cows jumped to their feet and Themselves galloped off!</p> -<p class="par">Colcheragh ran to the stable, got on a horse, and made -chase after his cows. The night was dark, but he could hear the whizz -of the little whips through the air, the click of the cows’ hoofs -on stones, and the little dogs going:</p> -<p class="par">‘Yep, yep, yep!’</p> -<p class="par">He heard, too, the laughing of Themselves. Then one of -them would be singing out to the dogs, calling them up by name, giving -a call out of him:</p> -<p class="par">‘Ho la, ho la, la!’</p> -<p class="par">Colcheragh followed these sounds, keeping <span class= -"pagenum">[<a id="pb30" href="#pb30" name="pb30">30</a>]</span>close at -their heels. On and on they went, helter-skelter over hedges and over -ditches till they got to the Fairy Hill, and Colcheragh was still -following them, though on any other night he would not have gone within -a mile of the great green mound. When the Little Fellows came to the -hill they sounded a tan-ta-ra-ra-tan on their horns. The hill opened, -bright light streamed out, and sounds of music and great merriment. -Themselves passed through, and Colcheragh slid off his horse and -slipped unnoticed in after them. The hill closed behind them and he -found himself in a fine room, lit up till it was brighter than the -summer noonday. The whole place was crowded with Little People, young -and old, men and women, all decked out for a ball, that grand—he -had never looked on the like. Among them were some faces that he -thought he had seen before, but he took no notice of them, nor they of -him. In one part there was dancing to the music of Hom Mooar—that -was the name of the fiddler—and when <span class= -"pagenum">[<a id="pb31" href="#pb31" name="pb31">31</a>]</span>he -played all men must follow him whether they would or no. The dancing -was like the dancing of flowers in the wind, such dancing as he had -never seen before.</p> -<p class="par">In another part his cows were being killed and roasted, -and after the dance there was a great feast, with scores of tables set -out with silver and gold and everything of the best to eat and drink. -There was roast and boiled, and sollaghan and cowree, and puddings and -pies, and jough and wine—a feast fit for the Governor himself. -When they were taking their seats one of them, whose face he thought he -knew, whispered to him: ‘Don’t thee taste nothin’ -here or thou will be like me, and never go back to thy ones no -more.’</p> -<p class="par">Colcheragh made up his mind to take this advice. When -the feast was coming to an end there was a shout for the -Jough-y-dorrys, the Stirrup Cup. Some one ran to fetch the cup. The one -among the Little People, who seemed to be their king, filled it with -red wine, drank himself, and passed it on to the rest. It was going -round <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb32" href="#pb32" name= -"pb32">32</a>]</span>from one to another until it came to Colcheragh, -who saw, when he had it in his hands, that it was of fine carved -silver, and more beautiful than anything ever seen outside that place. -He said to himself: ‘The little durts have stolen and killed and -eaten my cattle—this cup, if it were mine, would pay me for -all.’ So standing up and grasping the silver cup tightly in his -hand, he held it up and said:</p> -<p class="par">‘Shoh Slaynt!’ which is the Manx toast.</p> -<p class="par">Then he dashed the cupful of wine over Themselves and -the lights. In an instant the place was in black darkness, save for a -stime of grey dawn light which came through the chink of the -half-closed door. Colcheragh made for it, cup in hand, slammed the door -behind him, and ran for his life.</p> -<p class="par">After a moment of uproar Themselves missed the cup and -Colcheragh, and with yells of rage they poured out of the hill after -him, in full chase. The farmer, who had a good start, ran as he had -never run before. He knew he would get small mercy <span class= -"pagenum">[<a id="pb33" href="#pb33" name="pb33">33</a>]</span>at their -hands if he was caught; he went splashing through the wet mire and -keeping off the stepping stones; he knew they could not take him in the -water. He looked over his shoulder and caught a glimpse of the whole -Mob Beg behind him, close at his heels, waving their naked arms in the -light of the torch each one held up. On they came, shrieking and -howling in Manx:</p> -<div class="lgouter"> -<p class="line">Colcheragh, Colcheragh,</p> -<p class="line">Put thy foot on the stone,</p> -<p class="line">And do not put it in the wet!</p> -</div> -<p class="par first">But he ran in the water till he came to the -churchyard, and they could not touch him there. When he went into the -cowhouse the next morning the cows had all come home and they got rest -after that.</p> -<p class="par">He put the cup in the Church at Rushen, and they are -saying it was there for many years; then it was sent to London. It is -said that after this the farmer would not go out of his house of an -evening after dark. <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb34" href="#pb34" -name="pb34">34</a>]</span></p> -</div> -</div> -<div id="ch8" class="div1 tale"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= -"#xd21e236">Contents</a>]</span> -<div class="divHead"> -<h2 class="main">THE CHILD WITHOUT A NAME</h2> -</div> -<div class="divBody"> -<p class="par first">It was many and many a year ago that the heiress -of Eary Cushlin Farm had a little child. Eary Cushlin is a terribly -lonely place; it stands high up on the Eanin Mooar, the big precipice, -close by the steep brow of Cronk-yn-Irree-Laa. You might live there for -months without seeing the face of clay, and no person knew of the birth -of the child. It was not welcome when it came, and as soon as it was -born, it died. Then the mother carried it, at dead of night, along the -narrow path over the rocks, past where the waters of Gob-yn-Ushtey leap -into the bay, past Ooig-ny-Goayr, the Cave of the Goat, to -Lag-ny-Keilley. She buried it in the ruins of the lonely little Keeill -that has been there on the hill-side for fourteen <span class= -"pagenum">[<a id="pb35" href="#pb35" name="pb35">35</a>]</span>hundred -years and more. There she left it alone.</p> -<p class="par">A short while after some yawls were going to the haddock -fishing from Dalby. There was the ‘Lucky Granny’ from the -Lagg, the Muck Beg, or Little Pig, from Cubbon Aalish’s, -Boid-y-Conney from Cleary’s, Glen Rushen, and others, ten in all. -Then it began to be said that something strange was going on over at -Lag-ny-Keilley. The men would be fishing close in to land under the -black shadow of Cronk-yn-Irree-Laa, the Hill of the Rising Day. When -little evening came, the yawls would be drifting south with the flood -tide, north with the ebb, passing and repassing the strand of -Lag-ny-Keilley. Then they would see a beautiful light and hear a -lamentation and crying, as if from a little lost child. In the end the -light would run up the steep brow to the old Keeill, and go out. The -men got so frightened that at last they would not go on the bay after -dark, but would make from the fishing-ground as soon as the sun was -getting low. <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb36" href="#pb36" name= -"pb36">36</a>]</span></p> -<p class="par">Things became so black for the women and children at -home that one old, old man, Illiam Quirk, who had not gone to sea for -many years, said he would go with one of the yawls to see for himself. -They used to say of him: ‘Oul Illiam has the power at him in the -prayer, and he is a middlin’ despard fella; he will dar’ -most anything.’ It was so at this time—his yawl was the -last of them coming in; the rest were frightened. It was a right fine, -beautiful moonlight night when he was coming down from the mark, and -when he was near to Gob-yn-Ushtey he heard crying and crying. He lay on -his oars and listened, and he heard a little child wailing over and -over again: ‘She lhiannoo beg dyn ennym mee!’ That is, -‘I am a little child without a name!’</p> -<p class="par">‘Pull nearer to the lan’,’ said Illiam -when he heard it. They pulled close in, and he plainly saw a little -child on the strand bearing a lighted candle in his hand.</p> -<p class="par">‘God bless me, bogh, we mus’ give thee a -name!’ said Illiam. And he took <span class="pagenum">[<a id= -"pb37" href="#pb37" name="pb37">37</a>]</span>off his hat, and stood up -in the boat, and threw a handful of water towards the child, crying -out: ‘If thou are a boy, I chrizzen thee in the name of the -Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, Juan! If thou are a girl I chrizzen thee -in the name of the Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, Joanney!’</p> -<p class="par">In an instant the crying stopped, and was never heard -again, and the light went out and was seen no more. <span class= -"pagenum">[<a id="pb38" href="#pb38" name="pb38">38</a>]</span></p> -</div> -</div> -<div id="ch9" class="div1 tale"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= -"#xd21e244">Contents</a>]</span> -<div class="divHead"> -<h2 class="main">THE FAIRY DOCTOR</h2> -</div> -<div class="divBody"> -<p class="par first">The shoemakers and tailors and chance spinners -used to go round on people’s houses, making things and spinning -rolls of wool for the people.</p> -<p class="par">One time the tailor went to Chalse Ballawhane. Long -enough they were waiting for him, and, as luck happened, he caught -Chalse at home.</p> -<p class="par">Now Chalse had power over the fishes of the sea and the -birds of the air as well as over the beasts of the field. Himself and -the Little Ones got on well together too, but somehow or other he was -never able to get the power over them. People said he was never able to -learn their language right. Anyhow, be that as it may, he was often -enough with them.</p> -<p class="par">After the tailor had had a crack with <span class= -"pagenum">[<a id="pb39" href="#pb39" name="pb39">39</a>]</span>the -women he turned round to Ballawhane, who was sitting in the big chair, -his elbow on the table and his hand holding his forehead, the other -hand in his trouser’s pocket to the elbow, and he not minding -anybody nor anything.</p> -<p class="par">‘I batter take yer measure, Mr. Teare, while yer -in, for there’s no knowin’ how long that’ll -be,’ the tailor said.</p> -<p class="par">‘Aw, boy, boy,’ answered Chalse, looking out -through the window—people were not bothering with blinds -then—and then turning to the clock, he said: ‘There’s -no time goin’ to-night: I want to go from home apiece, an’ -it’s time I was <span class="corr" id="xd21e888" title= -"Source: gettin">gettin’</span> ready.’ Nobody said a word -for a minute or two. He was exactly like a body with his mind far away. -Again, all of a sudden, he looked at the tailor. Then he said:</p> -<p class="par">‘Ahm goin’ to a big supper to-night. -Thou’ll get nothin’ done here, maybe thou would like to go? -It’s apiece to go, but thou’ll be right enough with me. But -there’s one promise I’ll be wantin’ from -thee—no matter, no matter what thou’ll <span class= -"pagenum">[<a id="pb40" href="#pb40" name="pb40">40</a>]</span>see, nor -what thou’ll hear, nor who’ll spake to thee, thou -mustn’t spake back or it’ll be all over with -thee.’</p> -<p class="par">The tailor was so taken up with the chance of seeing the -Little People for himself that he promised faithfully, no matter what -took place, never to speak a word, and he knew he would be right enough -with Chalse.</p> -<p class="par">Ballawhane then took his hat from the <i>latt</i>, and -when he was going out he said:</p> -<p class="par">‘I’ll be back for thee just now; side thee -things a bit while thou ’re waitin’.’</p> -<p class="par">In a while there was a noise of horses coming up the -street—it was awful. Then they stopped on the street and in came -Ballawhane saying:</p> -<p class="par">‘We couldn’ get another hoss for thee, boy, -do what we would, but thou ’ll have to get a hoss of some -sort.’</p> -<p class="par">And going down to the parlour he got hold of something, -and went out, never saying a word. Coming back to the door after a bit, -he said: <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb41" href="#pb41" name= -"pb41">41</a>]</span></p> -<p class="par">‘Come on, boy. I’ll hold her head till thou -get on.’</p> -<p class="par">Out goes the tailor, and up, with one whip, on her back, -and they go like the very hommers, on and on, over hedges and ditches, -till they came to a big brow by a river. It seems they knew the way, -night as it was, for they all took it one after another like fun. It -was a big jump, though, and when the tailor felt himself flying through -the air, his heart jumped to his mouth.</p> -<p class="par">‘Oh Lord, what a jump!’ he said.</p> -<p class="par">The next minute he fell flop in a bog, with the lapboard -between his legs, all alone in the dark. Next morning he got up all -slaaed with slush, looking like a thing that had been dragged through a -gutter, and as quiet as a mouse—the shy he was, every bit of -steam took out of him.</p> -<p class="par">Awhile after some of the women were asking him, how did -he like it last night, and would he go again? But all they could get -out of him was:</p> -<p class="par">‘Aw, naver no more, naver no more!’ -<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb42" href="#pb42" name= -"pb42">42</a>]</span></p> -</div> -</div> -<div id="ch10" class="div1 tale"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= -"#xd21e252">Contents</a>]</span> -<div class="divHead"> -<h2 class="main">JOE MOORE’S STORY OF FINN MACCOOILLEY AND THE -BUGGANE</h2> -</div> -<div class="divBody"> -<p class="par first">This Finn MacCooilley was an Irish giant, and the -Buggane was a Manx giant. But, anyway at all, this Finn came across -from the Mountains of Mourne to see what was the Isle of Mann like, for -he was seeing land. He liked the island uncommon well, so he stopped in -it, living out Cregneish way. The Buggane was hearing great talk about -the giant Finn MacCooilley that was in the Sound, so he came down from -the top of Barrule to put a sight on him. Finn knew that he was coming -to have a fight with him, to see who was best man, and Finn did not -want to fight. ‘Lave him to me,’ says the wife; -‘an’ I’ll put the augh-augh on him!’</p> -<p class="par">Before long they caught sight of the <span class= -"pagenum">[<a id="pb43" href="#pb43" name="pb43">43</a>]</span>Buggane, -and he was a walking terror. He was coming from Barrule to them, in a -mighty pursue.</p> -<p class="par">‘Slip in the criddle, Finn,’ says she. -‘It’s me that’ll spake to him.’</p> -<p class="par">Up comes the Buggane to the door, hot-foot.</p> -<p class="par">‘Where’s Himself?’ says he.</p> -<p class="par">‘This man is gone from home this bit,’ says -she. ‘What is it you are wantin’ with him?’</p> -<p class="par">‘Aw, there is no hurry on me. I’ll put my -fut inside and wait till he comes back,’ says he.</p> -<p class="par">‘Plaze yourself,’ says she, ‘an’ -you’ll plaze me; but I must get on with my -bakin’.’</p> -<p class="par">‘Who have you got in the criddle?’ says -he.</p> -<p class="par">‘That’s our baby,’ says she.</p> -<p class="par">‘An’ in the name of the Unknown Powers, what -sort of a man is he Himself if his baby is that big?’</p> -<p class="par">‘He’s very big an’ powerful,’ -says she. ‘An’ the child is favourin’ the -father.’ <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb44" href="#pb44" name= -"pb44">44</a>]</span></p> -<p class="par">She was baking barley bread, and when the baking was -done at her, she took the griddle and put it between two cakes of -bread, and gave it to the Buggane to eat, with a quart of buttermilk. -He went to try and eat, and he couldn’.</p> -<p class="par">‘Aw, man-alive! But this is the hard bread,’ -says he. ‘What sort have you given me at all, at all?’</p> -<p class="par">‘That’s the sort I’m giving -Finn,’ says she.</p> -<p class="par">‘An’ will Finn’s teeth go through -this?’</p> -<p class="par">‘Aw, yes, Finn thought nothing at all of -’atin’ that—that’s the sort of bread he was -wantin’,’ says Thrinn.</p> -<p class="par">Finn got up out of the cradle, and began to roar for a -piece. She fetched him a clout on the lug.</p> -<p class="par">‘Stop your noisin’,’ says she. -‘An’ stand straight and don’t be puttin’ the -drone on yer back like that.’ And givin’ him a buttercake, -she says:</p> -<p class="par">‘Ate, ate, lash into ye, an’ let’s -have no lavins.’</p> -<p class="par">‘You’ll have the chile’s teeth broke -in <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb45" href="#pb45" name= -"pb45">45</a>]</span>his head, woman. He can naver ate bread as hard as -that!’ says the Buggane.</p> -<p class="par">‘Aw, he can do that with life,’ says -she.</p> -<p class="par">But that done the Buggane; he sleeched out and claned -away again. He thought if Finn was that strong and the baby that big, -he had best catch home again.</p> -<p class="par">But it was not long until the Buggane and Finn did meet, -and then they had the battle! One day Finn met the Buggane over at Kirk -Christ Rushen, and they went at each other early in the day till the -sunset. Finn had one fut in the Big Sound, an’ so he made the -Channel between the Calf and Kitterland, and the other in the Little -Sound, an’ so he made the narrow Channel between Kitterland and -the islan’. The Buggane was standin’ at Port -Iern—that’s what made the fine big openin’ at Port -Iern. The rocks were all broken to pieces with their feet. But, anyway, -the Buggane came off victorious and slashed Finn awful, so he had to -run to Ireland. Finn could walk on the sea, but the Buggane -couldn’; and when Finn got off and he couldn’ get -<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb46" href="#pb46" name= -"pb46">46</a>]</span>more revenge on him, he tore out a tooth and hove -it whizzing through the air after Finn. It hit him on the back of the -head, and then it fell into the sea and became what we are now calling -the Chickens’ Rock. Finn turned round with a roar and a mighty -curse:</p> -<p class="par">‘My seven swearings of a curse on it!’ says -he. ‘Let it lie there for a vexation to the sons of men while -water runs and grass grows!’</p> -<p class="par">And a vexation and a curse has it been to seamen from -that day to this. <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb47" href="#pb47" -name="pb47">47</a>]</span></p> -</div> -</div> -<div id="ch11" class="div1 tale"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= -"#xd21e261">Contents</a>]</span> -<div class="divHead"> -<h2 class="main">THE FYNODEREE</h2> -<div class="lgouter"> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">The Fynoderee went to the meadow</p> -<p class="line">To lift the dew at grey cock crow,</p> -<p class="line">The maiden hair and the cow herb</p> -<p class="line">He was stamping them both his feet under;</p> -<p class="line">He was stretching himself on the meadow,</p> -<p class="line">He threw the grass on the left hand;</p> -<p class="line">Last year he caused us to wonder,</p> -<p class="line">This year he’s doing far better.</p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">He was stretching himself on the meadow,</p> -<p class="line">The herbs in bloom he was cutting,</p> -<p class="line">The bog bean herb in the curragh,</p> -<p class="line">As he went on his way it was shaking,</p> -<p class="line">Everything with his scythe he was cutting,</p> -<p class="line">To sods was skinning the meadows,</p> -<p class="line">And if a leaf were left standing,</p> -<p class="line">With his heels he was stamping it under.</p> -</div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="divBody"> -<p class="par first xd21e1031"><i>Old Song.</i> <span class= -"pagenum">[<a id="pb48" href="#pb48" name="pb48">48</a>]</span></p> -</div> -</div> -<div id="ch12" class="div1 tale"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= -"#xd21e269">Contents</a>]</span> -<div class="divHead"> -<h2 class="main">THE FYNODEREE OF GORDON</h2> -</div> -<div class="divBody"> -<p class="par first">There was one time a Fynoderee living in Gordon. -Those persons who saw him said that he was big and shaggy, with fiery -eyes, and stronger than any man. One night he met the blacksmith who -was going home from his shop and held out his hand to him to shake -hands. The blacksmith gave him hold of the iron sock of the plough -which he had with him, and he squeezed it as if it had been a piece of -clay, saying: ‘There’s some strong Manx-men in the world -yet!’</p> -<p class="par">The Fynoderee did all his work at night and went into -hidlans in the daytime. One night, when he was out on his travels he -came to Mullin Sayle, out in Glen Garragh. He saw a light in the mill, -so he put his head through the open top-half of the door <span class= -"pagenum">[<a id="pb49" href="#pb49" name="pb49">49</a>]</span>to see -what was going on inside, and there was Quaye Mooar’s wife -sifting corn. When she caught sight of the great big head she was -frightened terrible. She had presence of mind, however, to hand him the -sieve and say: ‘If thou go to the river and bring water in it, -I’ll make a cake for thee; and the more water thou carry back, -that’s the bigger thy cake will be.’</p> -<p class="par">So the Fynoderee took the sieve, and ran down to the -river; but the water poured from it and he could fetch none for the -cake, and he threw the sieve away in a rage, and cried:</p> -<div class="lgouter"> -<div lang="gv" class="lg"> -<p class="line">‘Dollan, dollan, dash!</p> -<p class="line">Ny smoo ta mee cur ayn,</p> -<p class="line">Ny smoo ta goll ass.’</p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">Sieve, sieve, dash!</p> -<p class="line">The more I put in,</p> -<p class="line">The more there’s going out.</p> -</div> -</div> -<p class="par first">The woman got away while he was trying to fill the -sieve, and when he came back to the mill he found it in darkness.</p> -<p class="par">The Fynoderee was working very hard for the Radcliffes, -who owned Gordon then. Every night he was grinding their corn for -<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb50" href="#pb50" name= -"pb50">50</a>]</span>them, and often he would take a hand at the -flails. If they put a stack into the barn in the evening and loosed -every sheaf of it, they would find it thrashed in the morning, but he -would not touch one sheaf of it unless it were loosed. In the summer -time he was getting in their hay and cutting their corn.</p> -<p class="par">Many a time the people of the farm were passing the time -of day with him. One cold frosty day, big Gordon was docking turnips -and he blew on his fingers to warm them.</p> -<p class="par">‘What are thou blowing on thee fingers for?’ -said the Fynoderee.</p> -<p class="par">‘To put them in heat,’ said the Farmer.</p> -<p class="par">At supper that night the Farmer’s porridge was hot -and he blew on it.</p> -<p class="par">‘What are thou doing that for?’ said the -Fynoderee. ‘Isn’t it hot enough for thee?’</p> -<p class="par">‘It’s too hot, it is; I’m blowing on -it to cool it,’ said the Farmer.</p> -<p class="par">‘I don’t like thee at all, boy,’ said -the Fynoderee, ‘for thou can blow hot and blow cold with one -breath.’ <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb51" href="#pb51" name= -"pb51">51</a>]</span></p> -<p class="par">The Fynoderee was wearing no clothes, but it is said -that he never felt the cold. Big Gordon, however, had pity on him that -he had none, and one frosty winter he went and got clothes made for -him—breeches, jacket, waistcoat and cap—great big ones they -were too. And he went and gave them to him in the barn one night. The -Fynoderee looked on them and took them up, and says he:</p> -<div class="lgouter"> -<p class="line">Coat for the back is sickness for the back!</p> -<p class="line">Vest for the middle is bad for the middle!</p> -<p class="line">Breeches for the breech is a curse for the breech!</p> -<p class="line">Cap for the head is injurious for the head!</p> -<p class="line">If thou own big Gordon farm, boy—</p> -<p class="line">If thine this little glen east, and thine this little -glen west,</p> -<p class="line">Not thine the merry Glen of Rushen yet, boy!</p> -</div> -<p class="par first">So he flung the clothes away and walked his ways -to Glen Rushen, out to Juan Mooar Cleary’s. He was working for -him then, cutting the meadow hay for him, cutting turf for him, and -seeing after the sheep.</p> -<p class="par">It happened one winter’s night that there was a -great snow-storm. Juan <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb52" href="#pb52" -name="pb52">52</a>]</span>Mooar got up to see after the sheep, but the -Fynoderee came to the window.</p> -<p class="par">‘Lie, lie an’ take a sleep, Juan,’ -says he; ‘I’ve got all the sheep in the fold, but there was -one loaghtan (brown native sheep) yearling there that give me more -trouble till all the res’. My seven curses on the little -loaghtan! I was twice round Barrule Mooar afther her, but I caught her -for all.’</p> -<p class="par">When Juan went out in the morning all the sheep were -safe in the cogee house and a big hare in with them, with two short -lankets on him, that was the brown yearling!</p> -<p class="par">After a time the Fynoderee went up to the top of Barrule -Mountain to live, up to the very peak. Himself and the wife went to -make a potful of porridge one day, and they fell out.</p> -<p class="par">She ran and left him. He threw a big white rock after -her and it struck her on the heel—the mark of the blood is still -on the stone at Cleigh Fainey. While she stooped to put a rag on her -heel <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb53" href="#pb53" name= -"pb53">53</a>]</span>he threw a lot of small rocks at her, that made -her give a spring to the Lagg, two miles away. Then he threw a big rock -with the pot-stick in it—it’s in the Lagg river to-day. At -that she gave two leaps over the sea to the Mountains of Mourne in -Ireland; and for all that I know she’s living there still. -<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb54" href="#pb54" name= -"pb54">54</a>]</span></p> -</div> -</div> -<div id="ch13" class="div1 tale"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= -"#xd21e277">Contents</a>]</span> -<div class="divHead"> -<h2 class="main">THE LHONDOO AND THE USHAG-REAISHT</h2> -</div> -<div class="divBody"> -<p class="par first">One time Lhondoo, the Blackbird, was living in the -mountains and Ushag-reaisht, the Bird of the Waste, as Manx ones call -the Golden Plover, was living in the lowlands, and neither of them was -able to leave his own haunts. One day, however, the two birds met on -the borders between mountain and plain, and they made it up between -them that they would change places for a while. The Bird of the Waste -should stay in the mountains till the Lhondoo should return.</p> -<p class="par">The Lhondoo found himself better off in his new home -than in the old one, and he did not go back. So the poor Bird of the -Waste <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb55" href="#pb55" name= -"pb55">55</a>]</span>was left in the mountains and any day you may hear -him cry in a mournful voice:</p> -<div class="lgouter"> -<p lang="gv" class="line xd21e1129">‘Lhondoo, vel oo cheet, vel -oo cheet?</p> -<p lang="gv" class="line xd21e1129">S’foddey my reayllagh -oo!’</p> -<p class="line">Black Thrush, are you coming, are you coming?</p> -<p class="line xd21e1129">The time is long and you are not here!</p> -</div> -<p class="par first">But the Lhondoo answers:</p> -<div class="lgouter"> -<p lang="gv" class="line">‘Cha jig dy braa, cha jig dy -braa!’</p> -<p class="line xd21e758">Will never come, will never come!</p> -</div> -<p class="par first">Then the poor Ushag-reaisht wails:</p> -<div class="lgouter"> -<p lang="gv" class="line">‘T’eh feer feayr, t’eh feer -feayr!’</p> -<p class="line xd21e758">It’s very cold, it’s very -cold.</p> -</div> -<p class="par first">Then the Blackbird goes his ways. <span class= -"pagenum">[<a id="pb56" href="#pb56" name="pb56">56</a>]</span></p> -</div> -</div> -<div id="ch14" class="div1 tale"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= -"#xd21e285">Contents</a>]</span> -<div class="divHead"> -<h2 class="main">BILLY BEG, TOM BEG, AND THE FAIRIES</h2> -</div> -<div class="divBody"> -<p class="par first">Not far from Dalby, Billy Beg and Tom Beg, two -humpback cobblers, lived together on a lonely croft. Billy Beg was -sharper and cleverer than Tom Beg, who was always at his command. One -day Billy Beg gave Tom a staff, and quoth he:</p> -<p class="par">‘Tom Beg, go to the mountain and fetch home the -white sheep.’</p> -<p class="par">Tom Beg took the staff and went to the mountain, but he -could not find the white sheep. At last, when he was far from home and -dusk was coming on, he began to think that he had best go back. The -night was fine, and stars and a small crescent moon were in the sky. No -sound was to be heard but the curlew’s sharp whistle. Tom was -hastening home, and had almost reached <span class="pagenum">[<a id= -"pb57" href="#pb57" name="pb57">57</a>]</span>Glen Rushen, when a grey -mist gathered and he lost his way. But it was not long before the mist -cleared, and Tom Beg found himself in a green glen such as he had never -seen before, though he thought he knew every glen within five miles of -him, for he was born and reared in the neighbourhood. He was marvelling -and wondering where he could be, when he heard a far-away sound drawing -nearer to him.</p> -<p class="par">‘Aw,’ said he to himself, -‘there’s more than myself afoot on the mountains to-night; -I’ll have company.’</p> -<p class="par">The sound grew louder. First, it was like the humming of -bees, then like the rushing of Glen Meay waterfall, and last it was -like the marching and the murmur of a crowd. It was the fairy host. Of -a sudden the glen was full of fine horses and of Little People riding -on them, with the lights on their red caps, shining like the stars -above, and making the night as bright as day. There was the blowing of -horns, the waving of flags, the playing of music, and the barking of -many little dogs. Tom Beg <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb58" href= -"#pb58" name="pb58">58</a>]</span>thought that he had never seen -anything so splendid as all he saw there. In the midst of the drilling -and dancing and singing one of them spied Tom, and then Tom saw coming -towards him the grandest Little Man he had ever set eyes upon, dressed -in gold and silver, and silk shining like a raven’s wing.</p> -<p class="par">‘It is a bad time you have chosen to come this -way,’ said the Little Man, who was the king.</p> -<p class="par">‘Yes; but it is not here that I’m wishing to -be though,’ said Tom.</p> -<p class="par">Then said the king: ‘Are you one of us to-night, -Tom?’</p> -<p class="par">‘I am surely,’ said Tom.</p> -<p class="par">‘Then,’ said the king, ‘it will be -your duty to take the password. You must stand at the foot of the glen, -and as each regiment goes by, you must take the password: it is Monday, -Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday.’</p> -<p class="par">‘I’ll do that with a heart and a -half,’ said Tom.</p> -<p class="par">At daybreak the fiddlers took up their <span class= -"pagenum">[<a id="pb59" href="#pb59" name="pb59">59</a>]</span>fiddles, -the Fairy army set itself in order, the fiddlers played before them out -of the glen, and sweet that music was. Each regiment gave the password -to Tom as it went by—Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, -Friday, Saturday; and last of all came the king, and he, too, gave -it—Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday. Then -he called in Manx to one of his men:</p> -<p class="par">‘Take the hump from this fellow’s -back,’ and before the words were out of his mouth the hump was -whisked off Tom Beg’s back and thrown into the hedge. How proud -now was Tom, who so found himself the straightest man in the Isle of -Mann! He went down the mountain and came home early in the morning with -light heart and eager step. Billy Beg wondered greatly when he saw Tom -Beg so straight and strong, and when Tom Beg had rested and refreshed -himself he told his story: how he had met the Fairies who came every -night to Glen Rushen to drill.</p> -<p class="par">The next night Billy Beg set off along <span class= -"pagenum">[<a id="pb60" href="#pb60" name="pb60">60</a>]</span>the -mountain road and came at last to the green glen. About midnight he -heard the trampling of horses, the lashing of whips, the barking of -dogs, and a great hullabaloo, and, behold, the Fairies and their king, -their dogs and their horses, all at drill in the glen as Tom Beg had -said.</p> -<p class="par">When they saw the humpback they all stopped, and one -came forward and very crossly asked his business.</p> -<p class="par">‘I am one of Yourselves for the night, and should -be glad to do you some service,’ said Billy Beg.</p> -<p class="par">So he was set to take the password—Monday, -Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday. And at daybreak the -King said: ‘It’s time for us to be off,’ and up came -regiment after regiment giving Billy Beg the password—Monday, -Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday. Last of all came the -king with his men, and gave the password also—Monday, Tuesday, -Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, ‘<span class="sc">and -Sunday</span>,’ says Billy Beg, <span class="pagenum">[<a id= -"pb61" href="#pb61" name="pb61">61</a>]</span>thinking himself clever. -Then there was a great outcry.</p> -<p class="par">‘Get the hump that was taken off that -fellow’s back last night and put it on this man’s -back,’ said the King, with flashing eyes, pointing to the hump -that lay under the hedge.</p> -<p class="par">Before the words were well out of his mouth the hump was -clapt on to Billy Beg’s back.</p> -<p class="par">‘Now,’ said the King, ‘be off, and if -ever I find you here again, I will clap another hump on to your -front!’</p> -<p class="par">And on that they all marched away with one great shout, -and left poor Billy Beg standing where they had found him, with a hump -growing on each shoulder. And he came home next day dragging one foot -after another, with a wizened face and as cross as two sticks, with his -two humps on his back, and if they are not off they are there still. -<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb62" href="#pb62" name= -"pb62">62</a>]</span></p> -</div> -</div> -<div id="ch15" class="div1 tale"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= -"#xd21e293">Contents</a>]</span> -<div class="divHead"> -<h2 class="main">THE LAZY WIFE</h2> -</div> -<div class="divBody"> -<p class="par first">Well, there was a woman once, and she was -scandalous lazy. She was that lazy she would do nothing but sit in the -corner of the <i>chiollagh</i> warming herself, or going on the houses -for newses the day long. And one day her man gives her some wool to -spin for him; he was terrible badly off for clothes to wear, for she -was letting them get all ragged on him. He had told her to mend them -until he was tired, but all he could get out of her was ‘<i>Traa -dy liooar</i>.’ Time enough!</p> -<p class="par">One day he comes to her, and says:</p> -<p class="par">‘Thou <i>liggey my hraa</i>, here is some wool for -thee to spin, and if it is not done a month from this day, I’ll -throw thee out on the side of the road. Thou and thy <i>Traa dy -liooar</i> have left me nearly bare.’ <span class= -"pagenum">[<a id="pb63" href="#pb63" name="pb63">63</a>]</span></p> -<p class="par">Well, she was too lazy to spin, but she would be -pretending to be working hard when the husband was in the house. She -used to put the wheel out on the floor every night before the husband -came in from work, to let on to him that she had been spinning.</p> -<p class="par">The husband was asking her was the thread getting near -spun, for he said he was seeing the wheel so often on the floor that he -wanted to know if she had enough to take to the weaver. When it came to -the last week but one, she had only one ball spun, and that one was -knotted and as coarse as gorse. When her husband says to her:</p> -<p class="par">‘I’m seeing the wheel middling often on the -floor when I come home at night; maybe there’s enough thread spun -at thee now for me to take to the weaver next week?’</p> -<p class="par">‘I don’t know, at all,’ says the wife. -‘Maybe there is; let us count the balls.’</p> -<p class="par">Then the play began! Up she went on <span class= -"pagenum">[<a id="pb64" href="#pb64" name="pb64">64</a>]</span>the -<i>lout</i>, and flung the ball through the hole, down to him.</p> -<p class="par">‘Keep count thyself, and fling the balls back -again to me,’ says she to the man. And as fast as he flung the -ball up to her, so fast she flung it down to him again. When he had -counted the ball, maybe, two score times, she says to him:</p> -<p class="par">‘That’s all that’s in.’</p> -<p class="par">‘Aw, ’deed, you’ve spun well, woman, -for all,’ says he; ‘there’s plenty done at thee for -the weaver.’</p> -<p class="par">Aw, then she was in a great fix, and didn’t know -in her senses what to do to save herself. She knew she would sup sorrow -if she was found out, but she could think of nothing.</p> -<p class="par">At last she bethought herself of the Giant that lived in -a lonesome place up the mountain, for she had heard tell he was good to -work, and the woman, she says to herself:</p> -<p class="par">‘I’ve a mind to go my ways to him.’ -She took the road early next morning, she and her rolls of wool, and -she walked <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb65" href="#pb65" name= -"pb65">65</a>]</span>up hills, down gills, till at last she came to the -Giant’s house.</p> -<p class="par">‘What are thou wanting here?’ says the -Giant.</p> -<p class="par">‘I’m wanting thee to help me,’ says -she; and she up and told him about the ball of thread and -everything.</p> -<p class="par">‘I’ll spin the wool for thee,’ says -the Giant, ‘if thou’ll tell me my name when thou come for -the balls a week from this day. Are thou satisfied?’</p> -<p class="par">‘Why shouldn’t I be satisfied?’ says -the woman; for she thought to herself it would be a middling queer -thing if she couldn’t find out his name within a week. Well, the -woman she tried every way to find out the Giant’s name, but, go -where she might, no one had ever heard tell of it. The time was getting -over fast, and she was no nearer to the Giant’s name. At last it -came to the last day but one.</p> -<p class="par">Now, as it happened, the husband was coming home from -the mountain that day in the little evening, and as he neared the -Giant’s house, he saw it all in a blaze of <span class= -"pagenum">[<a id="pb66" href="#pb66" name="pb66">66</a>]</span>light, -and there was a great whirling and whistling coming to his ears, and -along with it came singing, and laughing, and shouting. So he drew near -the window, and then he sees the big Giant inside sitting at a wheel, -spinning like the wind, and his hands flying with the thread to and -fro, to and fro, like the lightning, and he shouting to the whistling -wheel: ‘Spin, wheel, spin faster; and sing, wheel, sing -louder!’</p> -<p class="par">And he sings, as the wheel whirls faster and faster:</p> -<div class="lgouter"> -<div lang="gv" class="lg"> -<p class="line">‘Snieu, queeyl, snieu; ’rane, queeyl, -’rane;</p> -<p class="line">Dy chooilley clea er y thie, snieu er my skyn.</p> -<p class="line">Lheeish yn ollan, lhiams y snaie,</p> -<p class="line">S’beg fys t’ec yn ven litcheragh</p> -<p class="line">Dy re Mollyndroat my ennym!’</p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">Spin, wheel, spin; sing, wheel, sing;</p> -<p class="line">Every beam on the house, spin overhead.</p> -<p class="line">Herself’s is the wool, mine is the thread,</p> -<p class="line">How little she knows, the lazy wife,</p> -<p class="line">That my name is Mollyndroat!</p> -</div> -</div> -<p class="par first">When the husband got home that evening he was -late, and his wife said to him:</p> -<p class="par">‘Where have you been so late? Did thou hear -anything new?’ <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb67" href="#pb67" -name="pb67">67</a>]</span></p> -<p class="par">Then he said:</p> -<p class="par">‘Thou are middling good to spin thyself, <i>ven -thie</i>; but I’m thinking there’s one in that’s -better than thee, for all. Never in all my born days did I see such -spinning, a thread as fine as a cobweb, and hear such singing as there -was going on in the Giant’s house to-night.’</p> -<p class="par">‘What was he singing?’ says the wife. And he -sang the song to her:</p> -<div lang="gv" class="lgouter"> -<p class="line">Snieu, queeyl, snieu; ’rane, queeyl, -’rane;</p> -<p class="line">Dy chooilley clea er y thie, snieu er my skyn.</p> -<p class="line">Lheeish yn ollan, lhiams y snaie,</p> -<p class="line">S’beg fys t’ec yn ven litcheragh</p> -<p class="line">Dy re Mollyndroat my ennym!</p> -</div> -<p class="par first">Well, well, the joy the woman took when she heard -the song!</p> -<p class="par">‘Aw, what sweet music! Sing it again, my good -man,’ says she.</p> -<p class="par">And he sang it to her again, till she knew it by -heart.</p> -<p class="par">Early next morning, she went as fast as her feet could -carry her to the Giant’s house. The road was long, and a bit -lonesome under the trees, <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb68" href= -"#pb68" name="pb68">68</a>]</span>and to keep up her heart she sang to -herself:</p> -<div class="lgouter"> -<div lang="gv" class="lg"> -<p class="line">‘Snieu, queeyl, snieu; snieu, queeyl, snieu;</p> -<p class="line">Dy chooilley vangan er y villey, snieu er my skyn.</p> -<p class="line">S’lesh hene yn ollan, as lesh my hene y -snaie,</p> -<p class="line">Son shenn Mollyndroat cha vow eh dy braa.’</p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">Spin, wheel, spin; spin, wheel, spin;</p> -<p class="line">Every branch on the tree, spin overhead.</p> -<p class="line">The wool is Himself’s, the thread is my own,</p> -<p class="line">For old Mollyndroat will never get it.</p> -</div> -</div> -<p class="par first">When she got to the house, she found the door open -before her, and in she went.</p> -<p class="par">‘I’ve come again for the thread,’ says -she.</p> -<p class="par">‘Aisy, aisy, good woman,’ says the Giant. -‘If thou don’t tell me my name thou won’t get the -thread—that was the bargain.’ And says he: ‘Now, -what’s my name?’</p> -<p class="par">‘Is it Mollyrea?’ says she—to let on -that she didn’t know it.</p> -<p class="par">‘No, it is not,’ says he.</p> -<p class="par">‘Are you one of the Mollyruiy ones?’ says -she.</p> -<p class="par">‘I’m not one of that clan,’ says -he.</p> -<p class="par">‘Are they calling you Mollyvridey?’ says -she.</p> -<p class="par">‘They are not,’ says he. <span class= -"pagenum">[<a id="pb69" href="#pb69" name="pb69">69</a>]</span></p> -<p class="par">‘I’ll warrant your name is -Mollychreest?’ says she.</p> -<p class="par">‘You are wrong, though,’ says he.</p> -<p class="par">‘Are you going by the name of Mollyvoirrey?’ -says she.</p> -<p class="par">‘’Deed I am not,’ says he.</p> -<p class="par">‘Maybe your name is Mollyvartin?’ says -she.</p> -<p class="par">‘And, maybe, it’s not at all,’ says -he.</p> -<p class="par">‘They’re saying,’ says she, -‘that there was only seven families living on the islan’ at -one time, and their names all began with “Molly”; and -so,’ says she, ‘if you are not a Mollycharaine, you are -none of the rael, oul’ Manx ones, at all.’</p> -<p class="par">‘I am not a Mollycharaine,’ says he. -‘Now, be careful, woman; next guess is your last.’</p> -<p class="par">At that she pretended to be frightened, and says she, -slowly, pointing her finger at him:</p> -<div class="lgouter"> -<div lang="gv" class="lg"> -<p class="line">‘S’lesh hene yn ollan, as lesh my hene y -snaie,</p> -<p class="line">Son shenn—Moll-<span class="sc">YN-DROAT</span> -cha vow eh dy braa.’</p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">The wool is Himself’s, and the thread is my -own,</p> -<p class="line">For old—Moll-<span class="sc">YN-DROAT</span> -will never get it.</p> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb70" href="#pb70" name= -"pb70">70</a>]</span></p> -<p class="par">Well the Giant, he was done, and he was in a red rage, -and he cries:</p> -<p class="par">‘Bad luck to you! You never would have found out -my name unless you’re a <i>mummig yn aishnee</i>.’</p> -<p class="par">‘Bad luck to yourself, my boy,’ says she, -‘for trying to steal a dacent woman’s wool.’</p> -<p class="par">‘Go to the Devil, yourself and your -fortune-telling,’ shouts he, jumping up and flinging the balls at -her.</p> -<p class="par">And away home with her, and her balls of thread. And if -she didn’t spin her own wool for ever after, that’s nothing -to do with you and me. <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb71" href="#pb71" -name="pb71">71</a>]</span></p> -</div> -</div> -<div id="ch16" class="div1 tale"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= -"#xd21e301">Contents</a>]</span> -<div class="divHead"> -<h2 class="main">THE MERMAID OF GOB NY OOYL</h2> -</div> -<div class="divBody"> -<p class="par first">Once on a time there lived at the bottom end of -Cornah gill a family of the name of Sayle, and the Mermaid who had her -haunt up Bulgham way was a friend to them. They were always in -luck’s way and never seemed to be short of anything. Sure enough -they were full of thrift, and to fill in odds of spare time they made -lobster pots from the osier that grew around in plenty, and they always -found a ready market. They kept a cow and a few sheep, just to give -work to the women in the long winter nights, but their living was -mostly got by the sea.</p> -<p class="par">It was well known that Sayle had a strong liking for -apples, and that he would often bring some with him out in the boat, -but when he got well up in years he would <span class="pagenum">[<a id= -"pb72" href="#pb72" name="pb72">72</a>]</span>be leaving a lot of the -boat-work for the boys, and then the luck began to get less, and many a -time one of them had to take a gun to keep something in the pot. Then -the bigger ones took to the herrings. One, Evan, however, had to stay -about to keep things going, and it happened that one day, after he had -the creels set, just at Bulgham, that he pulled the boat in and went up -the brow after eggs. On coming back to the boat he heard some one -calling to him, and, looking round, he saw a fine-looking woman sitting -on the edge of a rock.</p> -<p class="par">‘And how’s your father?’ said she. -‘It’s seldom he’s coming this way now.’</p> -<p class="par">Young Sayle was a bit frightened at first, but seeing a -pleasant look on her face, he took courage and told her how things were -at home. Then, saying she hoped to see him again, she slipped into the -water and disappeared.</p> -<p class="par">On getting home he told what had taken place, and the -father, his face lighting up, declared:</p> -<p class="par">‘There will be luck on the house yet.’ -<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb73" href="#pb73" name= -"pb73">73</a>]</span></p> -<p class="par">And he said:</p> -<p class="par">‘Take some apples with you the next time you go up -that way, an’ we’ll see.’</p> -<p class="par">The very next time the young chap went, he took some -apples with him, and when he got to the place where he had seen the -beautiful woman, he went, as usual, on the hunt among the rocks. Then -he heard sweet singing, and when he turned round what should he see but -the Mermaid leaning over the boat and smiling pleasantly. She took an -apple and began to eat and chant:</p> -<div class="lgouter"> -<p class="line">The luck o’ the sea be with you, but don’t -forgetful be</p> -<p class="line">Of bringing some sweet lan’ eggs for the children -of the sea.</p> -</div> -<p class="par first">From that time he was nearly living on the water -until, at last, he was taken to task for being idle. Then he made up -his mind to go sailing in foreign parts. The Mermaid was in great -distress, so to please her, he went and planted an apple tree on the -brow above her haunt, telling her that when he would be far away this -tree <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb74" href="#pb74" name= -"pb74">74</a>]</span>would grow land-eggs which, when they would be -sweet and ready for eating, would come of themselves to the water for -her. And, sure enough, the luck of the family remained, though the boy -was gone.</p> -<p class="par">She seemed to bear up well for a long time and would -often be seen sitting on the rocks in the evening, singing sad songs, -and casting longing glances up to the apple tree above. She kept very -shy of everyone coming her way, and at last, finding the apples slow in -coming, made up her mind to go in search of young Sayle, hoping the -apples would be ready for taking when they would come back.</p> -<p class="par">But neither of them ever came back, though for many a -long year the apple tree bore fruit and marked the little creek where -the Mermaid used to live. <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb75" href= -"#pb75" name="pb75">75</a>]</span></p> -</div> -</div> -<div id="ch17" class="div1 tale"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= -"#xd21e309">Contents</a>]</span> -<div class="divHead"> -<h2 class="main">THE LOST WIFE OF BALLALEECE</h2> -</div> -<div class="divBody"> -<p class="par first">One time the Farmer of Ballaleece married a -beautiful young wife and they were thinking the world of one another. -But before long she disappeared. Some persons said that she was dead -and others that she was taken by the Little People. Ballaleece mourned -for her with a heavy heart and looked for her from Point of Ayr to the -Calf; but in the end, not finding her, he married another wife. This -one was not beautiful, but there was some money at her.</p> -<p class="par">Soon after the marriage his first wife appeared to -Ballaleece one night, and said to him:</p> -<p class="par">‘My man, my man, I was taken away by the Little -People, and I live with them <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb76" href= -"#pb76" name="pb76">76</a>]</span>near to you. I can be set free if you -will but do what I tell you.’</p> -<p class="par">‘Tell me quick,’ said Ballaleece.</p> -<p class="par">‘We’ll be riding through Ballaleece barn at -midnight on Friday,’ said she. ‘We’ll be going in on -one door and out on another. I’ll be riding behind one of the men -on horseback. You’ll sweep the barn clean, and mind there is not -one straw left on the floor. Catch hold of my bridle rein, hold it -fast, and I shall be free.’</p> -<p class="par">When the night came Ballaleece took a besom and swept -the barn floor so clean that not one speck was left on it. Then he -waited in the dark.</p> -<p class="par">At midnight the barn doors opened wide, sweet music was -heard, and in through the open door came a fine company of Little -People, in green jackets and red caps, riding fine horses. On the last -horse, sitting behind a Little Fellow, Ballaleece saw his first wife as -pretty as a picture, and as young as when she left him. He seized hold -of her bridle rein, but he was shaken from side to side like a leaf on -a tree, and <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb77" href="#pb77" name= -"pb77">77</a>]</span>he was not able to hold her. As she went out -through the door she stretched out her right hand and pointed to a -bushel in the corner of the barn, and called out in a sad voice:</p> -<p class="par">‘There’s been a straw put under the -bushel—for that reason you couldn’t hold me, and -you’ve done with me for ever!’</p> -<p class="par">The second wife had heard what had passed and had hidden -the straw, and turned the bushel upside down so that it would not be -seen.</p> -<p class="par">The young wife was never heard of any more. <span class= -"pagenum">[<a id="pb78" href="#pb78" name="pb78">78</a>]</span></p> -</div> -</div> -<div id="ch18" class="div1 tale"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= -"#xd21e317">Contents</a>]</span> -<div class="divHead"> -<h2 class="main">SMEREREE</h2> -</div> -<div class="divBody"> -<p class="par first">The speckled hen and the little chicken were -scratching under an apple tree in the garden, and an apple fell off the -tree and it hit the little chicken on the head. And says he to the -speckled hen:</p> -<p class="par">‘Let us go to Rome, for the world has -fallen.’</p> -<p class="par">‘Who said that to you, little chicken?’ said -the speckled hen.</p> -<p class="par">‘It fell on my head, Smereree!’</p> -<p class="par">Then the speckled hen and the little chicken went their -ways until they met the cock.</p> -<p class="par">‘Where are you going, speckled hen?’ said -the cock.</p> -<p class="par">‘Going to Rome, for the world has fallen,’ -said the speckled hen.</p> -<p class="par">‘Who said that to you, speckled hen?’ -<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb79" href="#pb79" name= -"pb79">79</a>]</span></p> -<p class="par">‘The little chicken said it to me.’</p> -<p class="par">‘Who said that to you, little chicken?’</p> -<p class="par">‘It fell on my head, Smereree!’</p> -<p class="par">So they went their ways together until they met a -gander.</p> -<p class="par">‘Where are you going, cock?’ said the -gander.</p> -<p class="par">‘Going to Rome, for the world has -fallen.’</p> -<p class="par">‘Who said that to you, cock?’ said the -gander.</p> -<p class="par">‘The speckled hen said it to me.’</p> -<p class="par">‘Who said that to you, speckled hen?’</p> -<p class="par">‘The little chicken said it to me.’</p> -<p class="par">‘Who said that to you, little chicken?’</p> -<p class="par">‘It fell on my head, Smereree!’</p> -<p class="par">So they went all together until they met a bull.</p> -<p class="par">‘Where are you going, gander?’ said the -bull.</p> -<p class="par">‘Going to Rome, for the world has -fallen.’</p> -<p class="par">‘Who said that to you, gander?’</p> -<p class="par">‘The cock said it to me.’</p> -<p class="par">‘Who said that to you, cock?’ <span class= -"pagenum">[<a id="pb80" href="#pb80" name="pb80">80</a>]</span></p> -<p class="par">‘The speckled hen said it to me.’</p> -<p class="par">‘Who said that to you, speckled hen?’</p> -<p class="par">‘The little chicken said it to me.’</p> -<p class="par">‘Who said that to you, little chicken?’</p> -<p class="par">‘It fell on my head, Smereree!’</p> -<p class="par">So they went all together until they met a goat.</p> -<p class="par">‘Where are you going, bull?’ said the -goat.</p> -<p class="par">‘Going to Rome, for the world has fallen,’ -said the bull.</p> -<p class="par">‘Who said that to you, bull?’ said the -<span class="corr" id="xd21e1575" title="Source: oat">goat</span>.</p> -<p class="par">‘The gander said it to me.’</p> -<p class="par">‘Who said that to you, gander?’</p> -<p class="par">‘The cock said it to me.’</p> -<p class="par">‘Who said that to you, cock?’</p> -<p class="par">‘The speckled hen said it to me.’</p> -<p class="par">‘Who said that to you, speckled hen?’</p> -<p class="par">‘The little chicken said it to me.’</p> -<p class="par">‘Who said that to you, little chicken?’</p> -<p class="par">‘It fell on my head, Smereree!’</p> -<p class="par">So they all went together until they met a horse. -<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb81" href="#pb81" name= -"pb81">81</a>]</span></p> -<p class="par">‘Where are you going, goat?’ said the -horse.</p> -<p class="par">‘Going to Rome, for the world has -fallen.’</p> -<p class="par">‘Who said that to you, goat?’</p> -<p class="par">‘The bull said it to me.’</p> -<p class="par">‘Who said that to you, bull?’</p> -<p class="par">‘The gander said it to me.’</p> -<p class="par">‘Who said that to you, gander?’</p> -<p class="par">‘The cock said it to me.’</p> -<p class="par">‘Who said that to you, cock?’</p> -<p class="par">‘The speckled hen said it to me.’</p> -<p class="par">‘Who said that to you, speckled hen?’</p> -<p class="par">‘The little chicken said it to me.’</p> -<p class="par">‘Who said that to you, little chicken?’</p> -<p class="par">‘It fell on my head, Smereree!’</p> -<p class="par">So they all went travelling together until they came to -the house of the giant; they went in the house and the giant was from -home. So the horse went under the big table, and the bull went under -the dresser, and the goat went on the stairs, and all the rest in the -corners.</p> -<p class="par">When the giant came home, they all <span class= -"pagenum">[<a id="pb82" href="#pb82" name="pb82">82</a>]</span>went at -him at once, and there was heavy war between them.</p> -<p class="par">‘Calk! Calk! If I come down to you,’ said -the cock.</p> -<p class="par">He came down at last and picked the giant’s eyes -out, and they killed him, and they all lived in his house together.</p> -<p class="par">And if they are not dead, they are living there yet. -<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb83" href="#pb83" name= -"pb83">83</a>]</span></p> -</div> -</div> -<div id="ch19" class="div1 tale"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= -"#xd21e325">Contents</a>]</span> -<div class="divHead"> -<h2 class="main">KEBEG</h2> -</div> -<div class="divBody"> -<p class="par first">There is a deep dub, or pool, on Ballacoan stream, -which the children of Laxey call Nikkesen’s. It is the home of -Nyker, the Water Goblin. It has no bottom; and brambles and ferns are -growing round it, and fir trees and hazels are hiding it from sight. No -child, no grown-up person even, will go near it after dark.</p> -<p class="par">A great many years ago a beautiful girl living at -Ballaquine was sent to look for the calves, which had gone astray. She -had got as far as Nikkesen’s, when she took a notion that she -heard the calves over the river in Johnny Baldoon’s nuts. At once -she began to call to them:</p> -<p class="par">‘Kebeg! Kebeg! Kebeg!’ so loud that you -could hear her at Chibber Pherick, Patrick’s Well. The people -<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb84" href="#pb84" name= -"pb84">84</a>]</span>could hear her calling quite plainly, but, behold, -a great mist came and rolled down the valley, and shut it from sight. -The people on one side of the valley could hear her voice yet calling -through the mist:</p> -<p class="par">‘Kebeg! Kebeg! Kebeg!’</p> -<p class="par">Then came a little sweet voice through the mist and the -trees in answer:</p> -<p class="par">‘Kebeg’s here! Kebeg’s -here!’</p> -<p class="par">And she cried:</p> -<p class="par">‘I’m comin’! I’m -comin’!’</p> -<p class="par">And that was all.</p> -<p class="par">The Fairies who live in Nikkesen’s had pulled her -in, and carried her to their own home.</p> -<p class="par">She was never heard of again. <span class= -"pagenum">[<a id="pb85" href="#pb85" name="pb85">85</a>]</span></p> -</div> -</div> -<div id="ch20" class="div1 tale"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= -"#xd21e334">Contents</a>]</span> -<div class="divHead"> -<h2 class="main">THE FAIRY CHILD OF CLOSE NY LHEIY</h2> -</div> -<div class="divBody"> -<p class="par first">One time there was a woman named Colloo, in Close -ny Lheiy, near Glen Meay, and she had a child that had fallen sick in a -strange way. Nothing seemed wrong with him, yet crosser and crosser he -grew, <i>nying nyanging</i> night and day. The woman was in great -distress. Charms had failed, and she didn’t know rightly what to -do.</p> -<p class="par">It seems that when about a fortnight old, the child, as -fine a child for his age as you would see in a day’s walk, was -left asleep while the mother went to the well for water. Now Herself -forgot to put the tongs on the cradle, and when she came back the child -was crying pitifully, and there was no quieting for him. And from that -very hour the flesh seemed to melt off his bones till he <span class= -"pagenum">[<a id="pb86" href="#pb86" name="pb86">86</a>]</span>became -as ugly and as wizened a child as you would see between the Point of -Ayr and the Calf. He was that way, his whining howl filling the house, -for four years, lying in his cradle without a motion on him to put his -feet under him. Not a day’s rest nor a night’s sleep had -the woman these four years with him. She was fairly scourged until -there came a fine day in the spring, while Hom Beg Bridson, the tailor, -was in the house sewing. Hom is dead now, but there’s many alive -that remember him yet. He was wise tremendous, for he was going from -house to house sewing, and gathering wisdom as he was going.</p> -<p class="par">Well, before that day the tailor was seeing lots of -wickedness in the child. When the woman would be out feeding the cows -and pigs, he would be hoisting his head up out of the cradle and making -faces at the tailor, winking and slicking, and shaking his head, and -saying ‘What a lad I am!’</p> -<p class="par">That day the woman wanted to go to <span class= -"pagenum">[<a id="pb87" href="#pb87" name="pb87">87</a>]</span>the shop -to sell some eggs that she had, and says she to the tailor: ‘Hom, -man, keep your eye on the chile that the bogh won’t fall out of -the criddle an’ hurt himself, while I slip down to the -shop.’</p> -<p class="par">When she was gone the tailor began to whistle, low and -slow, to himself, as he stitched, the tune of a little hymn.</p> -<p class="par">‘Drop that, Hom Beg,’ said a little harsh -voice.</p> -<p class="par">The tailor, scandalised, looked round to see if it was -the child that had spoken, and it was.</p> -<p class="par">‘Whush, whush, now; lie quate,’ said the -tailor, rocking the cradle with his foot, and as he rocked he whistled -the hymn tune louder.</p> -<p class="par">‘Drop that, Hom Beg, I tell ye, an’ give us -something light an’ handy,’ said the little fella back to -him, middling sharp.</p> -<p class="par">‘Aw, anything at all to plaze thee,’ said -the tailor, whistling a jig.</p> -<p class="par">‘Hom,’ said my lad, ‘can thou dance -anything to that?’</p> -<p class="par">‘I can,’ said the tailor. ‘Can -thou?’ <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb88" href="#pb88" name= -"pb88">88</a>]</span></p> -<p class="par">‘I can that,’ said my lad. ‘Would thou -like to see me dance?’</p> -<p class="par">‘I would,’ said the tailor.</p> -<p class="par">‘Take that oul’ fiddle down, then, Hom, -man,’ he said; ‘an’ put “The tune of the Big -Wheel” on it.’</p> -<p class="par">‘Aw, I’ll do that for thee, an’ -welcome,’ said the tailor.</p> -<p class="par">The fiddle quits its hook on the wall, and the tailor -tunes up.</p> -<p class="par">‘Hom,’ said the little fella, ‘before -thou begin to play, clear the kitchen for me—cheers an’ -stools, everything away—make a place for me to step out to the -music, man.’</p> -<p class="par">‘Aw, I’ll do that for thee, too,’ said -the tailor. He cleared the kitchen floor, and then he struck up -‘Tune y wheeyl vooar.’</p> -<p class="par">In a crack the little fella bounced from his cradle on -to the floor with a ‘Chu!’ and began flying round the -kitchen.</p> -<p class="par">‘Go it, Hom—face your partner—heel -an’ toe does it. Well done, Hom—more power to your elba, -man.’</p> -<p class="par">Hom plays faster and faster, till my lad <span class= -"pagenum">[<a id="pb89" href="#pb89" name="pb89">89</a>]</span>was -jumping as high as the table. With a ‘Chu!’ up goes his -foot on top of the dresser, and ‘Chu!’ then on top of the -chimney piece, and ‘Chu!’ bang against the partition; then -he was half flying, half footing it round the kitchen, turning and -going that quick that it put a reel in Hom’s head to be looking -at him. Then he was whirling everything round for a clear space, even -Hom himself, who by degrees gets up on the table in the corner, and -plays wilder and faster, as the whirling jig grows madder and -swifter.</p> -<p class="par">‘M’Yee!’ said the tailor, throwing -down the fiddle. ‘I mus’ run, thou’re not the chile -that was in the criddle! Are thou?’</p> -<p class="par">‘Houl’ man! thou’re right -enough,’ said the little fella. ‘Strike up for -me—make has’e, make has’e, man—keep -joggin’ your elba.’</p> -<p class="par">‘Whush!’ said the tailor, -‘here’s Herself comin’.’</p> -<p class="par">The dance suddenly ceased. The child gave a hop, skip, -and jump into the cradle. <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb90" href= -"#pb90" name="pb90">90</a>]</span></p> -<p class="par">‘Go on with thy sewing, Hom; don’t say a -word,’ said the little fella, covering himself up in the clothes -till nothing was left of him to be seen except his eyes, which keeked -out like a ferret’s.</p> -<p class="par">When Herself came in the house, the tailor, all of a -tremble, was sitting cross-legged on the round table and his -spec’s on his nose and letting on that he was busy sewing; the -child in the cradle was grinning and crying as usual.</p> -<p class="par">‘What in all the earthly worl’ -——! But it’s the quare stitching, altogether, -there’s been goin’ on here, an’ me out. An’ how -thou can see the needle in that dark corner, Hom Bridson, let alone -sew, it bates me,’ said she, siding the place. ‘Well, -well—then, well, well—on the boghee millish. What is it at -all, at all, that’s doin’ on the veen? Did he think Mammy -had gone an’ left him then, the chree? Mammy is goin’ to -feed him, though.’</p> -<p class="par">The tailor had been thinking mighty with himself what he -ought to do, so he said: <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb91" href= -"#pb91" name="pb91">91</a>]</span></p> -<p class="par">‘Look here, woman, give him nothing at all, but go -out an’ get a creelful of good turf an’ a whisp of -feern.’</p> -<p class="par">She brought the turf, and throws a bundle of fern on -it.</p> -<p class="par">The tailor gave a leap off the table down to the floor, -and it wasn’t long till he had the fine fire.</p> -<p class="par">‘Thou’ll have the house put on fire for me, -Hom,’ said Herself.</p> -<p class="par">‘No fear, but I’ll fire some of them,’ -said the tailor. The child, with his two eyes going out of his head -watching to see what the tailor was going to do, was slowly turning his -whining howl into a kind of call—to his own sort to come and -fetch him, it’s like.</p> -<p class="par">‘I’ll send thee home,’ said the -tailor, drawing near the cradle, and he stretches out his two hands to -take the child and put him on the big, red turf fire.</p> -<p class="par">Before he was able to lay a hand on him, the little -fella leaped out of the cradle and took for the door.</p> -<p class="par">‘The back of me han’ an’ the sole of -<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb92" href="#pb92" name= -"pb92">92</a>]</span>me fut to you!’ said he, ‘if I would -only a-had another night I could have showed thee a trick or two more -than that yet.’</p> -<p class="par">Then the door flew open with a bang, as though some one -had thrown it open, and he took off with himself like a shot. A -hullabaloo of laughing and making fun was heard outside, and the noise -of many running little feet. Out of the door of the house goes Herself, -and Hom after her; they see no one, but they caught sight of a flock of -low-lying clouds shaped like gulls chasing each other away up Glen -Rushen, and then came to their ears, as if afar off from the clouds, -sharp whistles and wicked little laughs as if making mock of them. Then -as they were turning round to come back, she suddenly sees right before -her, her own sweet, rosy, smiling child, with thumb in mouth, lying on -a mossy bank. And she took all the joy in the world of the child that -he was back again safe and sound. <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb93" -href="#pb93" name="pb93">93</a>]</span></p> -</div> -</div> -<div id="ch21" class="div1 tale"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= -"#xd21e342">Contents</a>]</span> -<div class="divHead"> -<h2 class="main">THE LITTLE FOOTPRINTS</h2> -</div> -<div class="divBody"> -<p class="par first">Close to the Niarbyl, the great tail of rock that -stretches into the sea at Dalby, is a little house on the strand. It is -sheltered behind by the high rock which rises above its thatched roof. -Before it lies Bay Mooar, the great bay, held by a chain of mountains -purple with ling. Standing before its door and looking to the west, you -may see the sun set behind the distant Mourne Mountains. At dawn you -may see him rise over Cronk-yn-Irree-Laa, the Hill of the Rising Day. -Here lived Juan, the fisherman.</p> -<p class="par">He knew, as well as any person, that the Little People -were all around. When he was a boy he had many a time looked out of the -door on moonlight nights to try if he could put sight on them dancing -<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb94" href="#pb94" name= -"pb94">94</a>]</span>on the lonely shore. He had not seen -them—they make themselves invisible when they know that mortal -eyes are on them. But he had seen the tiny riding lights of their -herring fleet in the bay, and had helped his father to draw in the nets -full of good fish, which were sure to be caught the night after. Many a -time he had wakened from his sleep in the dark, and, in the pauses of -the wind and the lull of the great breakers, he had heard the sound of -hammering. He knew it was the Little People hammering at their herring -barrels in Ooig-ny-Seyir, the Coopers’ Cave, under the hills, and -that as the chips flew out on to the waves they became ships.</p> -<p class="par">He had heard the story of the fisherman, a friend of his -father’s, who was fishing one night at Lag-ny-Keilley, when a -dense grey mist rolled in. He thought he had best make for home while -the footpath above the rocks was visible. When he was getting his -things together he heard what sounded like a lot of children coming out -of school. He lifted his head, and, behold, there was a <span class= -"pagenum">[<a id="pb95" href="#pb95" name="pb95">95</a>]</span>fleet of -fairy boats each side of the rock, their riding lights shining like -little stars on a frosty night. The crews seemed busy preparing to come -on shore, and he heard one little fellow shout:</p> -<p class="par">‘Hraaghyn boght as earish broigh, skeddan dy -liooar ec yn mooinjer seihll shoh, cha nel veg ain!’</p> -<p class="par">Poor times and dirty weather, herring enough at the -people of this world, nothing at us!</p> -<p class="par">‘Then,’ said the fisherman, ‘they -dropped off and went agate o’ the flitters.’</p> -<p class="par">When Juan was a big boy he himself saw a thing which he -never forgot. One day he left a boat over at the farther side of Bay -Mooar, and at night he had to go over to fetch it. It was a moonlight -night and the bay was as smooth as glass as he rowed across. There was -no sound but the lapping of the little waves on the shore, and now and -again the cry of a gannet. Juan found his boat on the strand where he -had left her and was setting to work to launch her, when he thought he -saw a glimmering <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb96" href="#pb96" name= -"pb96">96</a>]</span>light, which was not the light of the moon, in one -of the caves near him. He stood where he was, and listened, and he -heard the sound of faint music. Then he went as silently as he was able -to the cave, and looked in. No light was there but the dim light of the -moon. The shadows in the corners of the cave were as black as -pitch.</p> -<p class="par">Juan was trembling all over, and at first he was -blinking his eyes and could see nothing. But after some minutes he saw -a great stone in the midst of the cave and the floor of fine white -sand. And on the sand around that stone there were little -footprints—marks of tiny clogs they were, no bigger than his -thumb! <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb97" href="#pb97" name= -"pb97">97</a>]</span></p> -</div> -</div> -<div id="ch22" class="div1 tale"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= -"#xd21e351">Contents</a>]</span> -<div class="divHead"> -<h2 class="main">THE TALL MAN OF BALLACURRY</h2> -</div> -<div class="divBody"> -<p class="par first">Tom Craine was going home at midnight from Bradda -mine to his home at Colby. The road was lonely and he met no person, -but the full moon was shining and it was as light as day. As he began -to pass under the trees that grow round the house at Ballacurry, a -little dog appeared suddenly from the black shadow at the roadside and -followed at his heels. He whistled to it, but as he turned his head to -look at it, it ran on in front of him, and for a minute he did not see -it. When he came in sight of it again, he was terrified to see that it -had grown larger—as big as a goat—and it grew bigger and -bigger till it was the size of a donkey! It galloped before him and -disappeared round the bend of the road where the gate of Ballacurry is. -When <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb98" href="#pb98" name= -"pb98">98</a>]</span>Tom came to the gate he saw a very tall, thin man -leaning on it, with his arms folded on the top of it. The beast was not -there. As Tom reached the gate the tall thin man turned and walked up -the long path that leads to the house. When he got to the door he -turned again and walked back down the path towards Tom. By the bright -moonlight Tom saw the lace ruffle round his neck, the satin of his knee -breeches, the silk of his stockings, and the shining buckles on his -shoes—the dress of bygone days. His face was white and dreadful. -As Tom looked he was all at once taken with terror, and ran off as hard -as he could go down the road to Colby.</p> -<p class="par">He had not gone far when he met two of his friends, Ben -Mylechreest and Bill Teare. He told them what he had seen, and they -made fun of him and would not believe that he had seen any such thing. -They said they would go back with him to the gate, so they all three -turned back. When they got to the gate they saw the big man, as tall as -two men, walking up the <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb99" href= -"#pb99" name="pb99">99</a>]</span>path with his back towards them. As -before, when he reached the door, he turned—what they saw they -never told any man!</p> -<p class="par">They took to their heels, all three, and ran till they -could run no longer. They were trembling from head to foot and the -sweat pouring from them. They were too terrified to go home, so they -turned in with Tom and they slept, all three, in one bed. <span class= -"pagenum">[<a id="pb100" href="#pb100" name="pb100">100</a>]</span></p> -</div> -</div> -<div id="ch23" class="div1 tale"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= -"#xd21e359">Contents</a>]</span> -<div class="divHead"> -<h2 class="main">NED QUAYLE’S STORY OF THE FAIRY PIG</h2> -</div> -<div class="divBody"> -<p class="par first">When I was a little boy, we lived over by Sloc. -One day, when I was six years old, my mother and my grandmother went up -the mountain to make hay and I was left by myself. It was getting -rather late, and they had not come back, so I was frightened, and -started off up the mountain to try and find them. I had not gone far -when I saw running before me a little snow-white pig. At first I -thought it was some neighbour’s pig and I tried to catch it, but -it ran from me and I ran after it. As it went I saw that it was not -like an ordinary pig—its tail was feathery and spread out like a -fan, and it had long lapping ears that swept the ling. Now and again it -turned its head and looked <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb101" href= -"#pb101" name="pb101">101</a>]</span>at me, and its eyes were burning -like fire. We went higher and higher up the mountain, and all of a -sudden I found myself at the edge of a steep brow and was all but over. -I turned just in time, and ran as hard as I could go down the mountain -and the pig after me. When I looked back over my shoulder, I saw that -it was jumping over the big stones and rocks on the mountain side as if -they had been butts of ling. I thought it would catch me; it was close -behind me when I ran in at our garden gate, but I was just in time, and -I slammed the door upon it.</p> -<p class="par">I told my mother and my grandmother what had happened, -and my grandmother said it was a Fairy Pig. I was not like myself that -night; I could not eat any supper, and I went soon to my bed; I could -not sleep, but lay tossing about; and was burning hot. After a time my -mother opened the door to see if I was asleep, and when she looked at -me, HER EYES WERE LIKE THE PIG’S EYES. I felt a sharp pain go -through my right leg like a stab. After <span class="pagenum">[<a id= -"pb102" href="#pb102" name="pb102">102</a>]</span>that the pain never -left me; it was so bad that I could not bear to be touched, and I could -eat nothing. I grew worse and worse, and after some days my father said -he would take me to a Charmer at Castletown. They lifted me in the -sheet, four men taking the four corners, and carried me to a cart. -Never will I forget the shaking and jolting I had in that cart. When we -got to Castletown I was more dead than alive.</p> -<p class="par">The Charmer lived in Arbory Street and they took me to -his house. When he saw me he said that they must all go away and leave -me alone with him, so my father and my mother went to wait for me at -The George. The Charmer carried me to a room upstairs and sent his wife -away, and laid me on the floor and locked the door. Then he took down a -big book and placed it on the floor beside me. He opened it at the -picture of a little plant—I can see the plant to this -day—and he pointed with his left hand to the picture, and with -his right hand he made the sign of the cross <span class= -"pagenum">[<a id="pb103" href="#pb103" name="pb103">103</a>]</span>on -my leg, where the stab went through me, and said:</p> -<p class="par">‘Ta mee skeaylley yn guin shoh ayns ennym yn Ayr, -as y Vac, as y Spyrryd Noo, Ned Quayle. My she guin, ayns ennym y -Chiarn, ta mee skealley eh ass yn eill, ass ny fehyn, as ass ny -craueyn,’ which means in English—I spread this fairy shot -in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost, Ned -Quayle. If it is a fairy shot, in the name of the Lord, I spread it out -of the flesh, out of the sinews, and out of the bones. That minute the -pain left me. I felt very hungry, and the Charmer’s wife set me -at a table and gave me dinner. The Charmer went to fetch my father and -my mother, and when they came in I was eating like two.</p> -<p class="par">The Charmer told my mother I must not go on the mountain -alone between the lights again. The pain never came back. I have been -sound from that day to this, but I have the mark on my leg where the -stab went through as clear as glass to the bone. <span class= -"pagenum">[<a id="pb104" href="#pb104" name="pb104">104</a>]</span></p> -</div> -</div> -<div class="div1 tale"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= -"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> -<div class="divHead"> -<h2 class="main">SCENE: A VILLAGE</h2> -</div> -<div class="divBody"> -<p class="par first">Blackbird sings to Innkeeper’s pretty -daughter.</p> -<div class="lgouter"> -<div lang="gv" class="lg xd21e1837"> -<p class="line">Kione jiarg, kione jiarg,</p> -<p class="line">Apyrn doo, Apyrn doo,</p> -<p class="line">Vel oo cheet? Vel oo cheet?</p> -<p class="line">Skee fieau, skee fieau,</p> -<p class="line">Lhondoo, Lhondoo.</p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">Red head, red head,</p> -<p class="line">Black apron, black apron,</p> -<p class="line">Are you coming? Are you coming?</p> -<p class="line">Tired waiting, tired waiting,</p> -<p class="line">Blackbird, Blackbird.</p> -</div> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb105" href="#pb105" name= -"pb105">105</a>]</span></p> -</div> -</div> -<div id="ch24" class="div1 tale"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= -"#xd21e367">Contents</a>]</span> -<div class="divHead"> -<h2 class="main">KITTERLAND</h2> -</div> -<div class="divBody"> -<p class="par first">It was more than eight hundred years ago, in the -days of Olaf Goddardson, that Baron Kitter, the Norwegian, lived in -Mann. He had his castle on the top of Barrule, and he spent all his -time in hunting the bisons and elks that were on the island then, until -he had killed them all. Then the people began to be afraid that he -would chase their cattle and the purrs of the mountains, and leave them -no beasts at all, so they went to the wisest witches of the island, to -see what they could do.</p> -<p class="par">One day Baron Kitter had gone over to the Calf to hunt -the red deer there, leaving his cook, Eaoch of the Loud Voice, in the -castle to cook his dinner. Eaoch set the pot on the fire and then fell -asleep over his work. While he was sleeping the <span class= -"pagenum">[<a id="pb106" href="#pb106" name= -"pb106">106</a>]</span>witch-wife Ada put a spell on the pot, and the -fat boiled over into the fire. Soon the house was in flames. Eaoch woke -and shouted for help at the top of his voice, and his cries were so -loud that they reached the ears of Kitter and his fellow-huntsmen, ten -miles away on the Calf.</p> -<p class="par">When Kitter heard the cries and saw the flames on the -top of Barrule, he made for the beach as hard as he could, and put out -in a small currach for the island, with most of his friends. When they -were in the strong current about half way across the channel, the boat -struck on a rock and they were all drowned, and the rock has ever since -been called Kitterland. The rest of Kitter’s friends, who had -stayed on the Calf and so saved their lives, believed that Eaoch, the -cook, had made a plot with the witches of the island to do away with -all the Norwegians in Mann, so they brought him before King Olaf to be -judged, and he was condemned to death. But according to the custom of -Norway, he was allowed to choose how he would die. <span class= -"pagenum">[<a id="pb107" href="#pb107" name="pb107">107</a>]</span></p> -<p class="par">Then he said:</p> -<p class="par">‘I wish my head to be laid across one of your -Majesty’s legs, and there cut off by your Majesty’s sword -Macabuin, which was made by Loan Maclibuin, the Dark Smith of -Drontheim!’</p> -<p class="par">It was known to every person there that the king’s -sword could cut the hardest granite, only by touching it with its edge, -and they all begged Olaf not to do as crafty Eaoch asked. But the king -would not break his word and gave orders that all should be done as the -cook had said.</p> -<p class="par">But the witch Ada was there and she told them to take -toads’ skins, twigs of the cuirn tree, and adders’ eggs, -nine times nine of each, and put them between the king’s leg and -the cook’s head. They did this, and then the great sword -Macabuin, made by Loan Maclibuin, was lifted with the greatest care by -one of the king’s faithful servants and laid gently on the -cook’s neck, but before it could be stopped Eaoch’s head -was cut from his body and the adders’ <span class= -"pagenum">[<a id="pb108" href="#pb108" name="pb108">108</a>]</span>eggs -and the cuirn twigs were also cut through—only the toads’ -skins saved the king’s leg.</p> -<p class="par">When the Dark Smith heard how the power of the great -sword Macabuin had been stayed by witchcraft, he was very angry, and -called for his Hammer-man, Hiallus-nan-urd, who had lost one leg when -he was helping to make the sword. He sent him off at once to Peel -Castle to challenge King Olaf, or any of his men, to a walking race -from Peel to Drontheim. King Olaf himself took up the challenge, and -off they set. Over mountains and through gills they walked, as fast as -they could go, and the one-legged man as fast as the king. When they -had crossed the island they each put out to sea in a sailing boat, and -each came in sight of Drontheim at the same moment. When they drew near -to the smithy, the Hammer-man, who was ahead, called out to Loan to -open the door, and Olaf called to him to shut it, and then, pushing -past Hiallus, got into the smithy first. <span class="pagenum">[<a id= -"pb109" href="#pb109" name="pb109">109</a>]</span></p> -<p class="par">To show that he was not at all weary after his walk Olaf -took up the great hammer of the forge and struck the anvil such a -mighty blow that he split it through, and the block beneath it, too. -When Emergaid, the daughter of Loan, saw the strength and power of -Olaf, she loved him; and while her father was putting back the block -and anvil, she whispered to the king:</p> -<p class="par">‘My Father is doing that, so that he may finish -the sword he is making. It has been foretold that the first blood it -shall shed shall be royal blood, and he has sworn that that blood shall -be yours.’</p> -<p class="par">‘But is not your father the seventh son of Old -Windy Cap, King of Norway?’ cried Olaf.</p> -<p class="par">‘He is,’ said Emergaid.</p> -<p class="par">‘Then the prophecy shall be fulfilled,’ said -Olaf, and he thrust the sword into the heart of Loan, and afterwards -slew with it the Hammer-man also.</p> -<p class="par">He made Emergaid his queen and they ruled together, and -from them came a long line of Kings of Mann. <span class= -"pagenum">[<a id="pb110" href="#pb110" name="pb110">110</a>]</span></p> -</div> -</div> -<div id="ch25" class="div1 tale"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= -"#xd21e375">Contents</a>]</span> -<div class="divHead"> -<h2 class="main">TEEVAL, PRINCESS OF THE OCEAN</h2> -</div> -<div class="divBody"> -<p class="par first">In the old days Culain, the smith of the gods, was -living in the Isle of Mann. It was the time when Conchubar was at the -court of the King of Ulster, and had nothing but the sword in his hand. -He was a fine handsome young man, and he had made up his mind to make -himself a king. So he went one day to the Druid of Clogher to ask him -what he had best do.</p> -<p class="par">‘Go thy way,’ said the Druid, ‘to the -Isle of Mann. There thou wilt find the great smith Culain. Get him to -make thee a sword and a spear and a shield, and with these thou shalt -win the kingdom of Ulster.’</p> -<p class="par">Conchubar went away, and hired a boat and put out to -sea. He landed in Mann and made straight for Culain’s smithy. It -<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb111" href="#pb111" name= -"pb111">111</a>]</span>was night when he got there, and the red glow of -the furnace shone out into the dark. He could hear from inside the -smithy the roar of the bellows and the clanging of the hammer on the -anvil. When he came near, a great dog, as large as a calf, began to bay -and to growl like thunder, and brought his master out.</p> -<p class="par">‘Who art thou, young man?’ said he.</p> -<p class="par">‘Oh Culain!’ cried Conchubar, ‘it is -from the Druid of Clogher that I come, and he bade me ask thee to make -me a sword and a spear and a shield, for only with weapons of thy -making can I win the Kingdom of Ulster.’</p> -<p class="par">Culain’s face grew black at first, but after he -had gazed for a while at Conchubar, he saw that he had the look about -him of one who would go far, and he said:</p> -<p class="par">‘It shall be done for thee, but thou must wait, -for the work is long.’</p> -<p class="par">So Culain began to make the weapons, and Conchubar -waited in the island.</p> -<p class="par">Early one brave morning in May when <span class= -"pagenum">[<a id="pb112" href="#pb112" name="pb112">112</a>]</span>the -sun had just risen over Cronk-yn-Irree-Laa, he was walking on the -strand, wondering to himself how much longer Culain would be making his -weapons and thinking it was full time for him to return. The tide was -going out, and the sun was shining on the wet sand. Suddenly he saw -something flashing at the edge of the waves a few paces from him. He -ran up to it and, behold, it was the most beautiful woman he had ever -put sight on, fast asleep. Her hair was golden, like the gorse in -bloom; her skin whiter than the foam of the sea, her lips red as the -coral, and her cheeks rosy like the little clouds that were flying -before the face of the rising sun. The fringe of her dress of many -coloured seaweeds rose and fell with the ebb and flow of the waves. -Pearls gleamed on her neck and arms. Conchubar stood and looked on her. -He knew that she was a Mermaid and that as soon as she awoke she would -slip back into the ocean and be lost to him. So he bound her fast with -his girdle.</p> -<p class="par">Then she awoke and opened her eyes, <span class= -"pagenum">[<a id="pb113" href="#pb113" name= -"pb113">113</a>]</span>which were blue as the sea, and when she saw -that she was bound, she cried out with terror, ‘Loose me, man, -loose me!’</p> -<p class="par">Conchubar did not answer, so she said again, -‘Loose me, I beg thee!’ in a voice as sweet as the music of -Hom Mooar, the Fairy Fiddler.</p> -<p class="par">By this time Conchubar was feeling that he would give -all he had to keep her. He answered, trembling, ‘Woman, my heart, -who art thou?’</p> -<p class="par">‘I am Teeval, Princess of the Ocean,’ said -she. ‘Set me free, I pray thee.’</p> -<p class="par">‘But if I set thee free,’ said Conchubar, -‘thou wilt leave me.’</p> -<p class="par">‘I cannot stay with thee, Conchubar,’ she -cried; ‘set me free, and I will give thee a precious -gift.’</p> -<p class="par">‘I will loose thee,’ answered Conchubar. -‘It is not for the gift, but because I cannot resist -thee.’</p> -<p class="par">He unfastened the girdle from her and she said, -‘My gift to thee is this: Go now to Culain who is making thy -shield, and tell him that Teeval, Princess of the Ocean, <span class= -"pagenum">[<a id="pb114" href="#pb114" name="pb114">114</a>]</span>bids -him to put her figure on the shield and round it to grave her name. -Then thou shalt wear it always in battle, and when thou shalt look on -my face and call my name, thy enemies’ strength shall go from -them and shall come into thee and thy men.’ When she had said -this, she waved her white arm to Conchubar and plunged into the waves. -He looked sadly for a long time at the spot where she had disappeared, -and then walked slowly to the forge of Culain, and gave him the -message.</p> -<p class="par">Culain finished the mighty shield as the Princess had -said, and forged also for Conchubar a golden-hilted magic sword, and a -spear set with precious stones. Then Conchubar, in his crimson mantle -and white gold-embroidered tunic, and armed with his great shield and -his mighty weapons, went back to Ireland.</p> -<p class="par">All that the Princess of the Ocean had said came true. -When he went into battle he looked at the beautiful face in his shield -and cried ‘Help, Teeval.’</p> -<p class="par">Then he felt strength come into him <span class= -"pagenum">[<a id="pb115" href="#pb115" name="pb115">115</a>]</span>like -the strength of a giant, and he cut his enemies down like grass. Before -long he was famous all over Ireland for his great deeds, and in the end -he became King of Ulster. Then he invited Culain to come and live in -his kingdom, and gave him the plain of Murthemny to dwell in.</p> -<p class="par">But he never again saw the lovely Mermaid. <span class= -"pagenum">[<a id="pb116" href="#pb116" name="pb116">116</a>]</span></p> -</div> -</div> -<div id="ch26" class="div1 tale"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= -"#xd21e383">Contents</a>]</span> -<div class="divHead"> -<h2 class="main">THE WIZARD’S PALACE</h2> -</div> -<div class="divBody"> -<p class="par first">Long hundreds of years ago there was a fine palace -on a mountain sloping up from the sea. It was like a palace in a dream, -built of shining marble of all colours and having great doors covered -with gold.</p> -<p class="par">In it there lived the mighty Wizard who had made it for -himself by his spells. But his hatred of other people was as great as -his power, and he would not allow any person to come near him except -his own servants, and they were evil spirits. If any man dared to go to -see the palace, to ask for work or to beg for charity, he would never -be heard of again. His friends might search for him, but they would -never find him. Soon people began to whisper that some of the blocks of -granite near the palace were like the men who had gone up <span class= -"pagenum">[<a id="pb117" href="#pb117" name="pb117">117</a>]</span>the -mountain and never came back. They began to believe that the Wizard had -caught them and frozen them into grey stone. At length the Wizard -became the terror of the whole island, so that no person would pass -within several miles of his palace. The people of that side of the -island fled from their homes, and the place was lonely and -desolate.</p> -<p class="par">So things went on for three years, until one day a poor -man going on the houses happened to travel on that side of the island, -not knowing anything of this Wizard. His road took him over the -mountain, where the Wizard lived, and as he came near it, he was -astonished to see the place so silent and desolate. He had been looking -forward to the usual food and shelter, with the friendly welcome, but -he found the houses empty ruins and the kindly country people gone. And -where was the straw and hay which made such a snug bed in the barn? -Weeds and stones were lying thick in the fields. Night came on him, and -he walked and walked; but <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb118" href= -"#pb118" name="pb118">118</a>]</span>never a bit of shelter could he -find, and he did not know where to go to get a bed. ‘It’s a -middlin’ dark night,’ he thought; ‘but it’s -better to go on than back—a road a body is used on is no throuble -to them, let it be night or not.’ He was travelling on the old -road over the mountain, going ahead singing ‘Colcheragh -Raby’ for company to himself, and after a long while he saw a -light in the distance. The light got brighter and brighter until he -came to a grand palace with every window lit up. The singing was all -knocked out of him.</p> -<p class="par">‘In the name of Fortune where am I at all? This is -a dreadful big house,’ he said to himself; ‘where did it -come from, for all? Nobody never seen the like of it on this bare -breas’ before—else where am I at all, at all?’</p> -<p class="par">He was hard set to get to the door with the blocks of -stone lying about like frozen men.</p> -<p class="par">‘I’d swear,’ he said to himself as he -stumbled over one, ‘that this was lil’ Neddy <span class= -"pagenum">[<a id="pb119" href="#pb119" name="pb119">119</a>]</span>Hom, -the dwarf man tha’s missin’, only it’s -stone.’</p> -<p class="par">When he came to the big door it was locked. Through one -of the windows he saw a table, and supper ready on it, but he saw no -person. He was very tired and hungry, but he was afraid to knock at the -door of such a fine place.</p> -<p class="par">‘Aw, that place is too gran’ for the likes -of me!’ said he.</p> -<p class="par">He sat down on one of the marble seats outside, -saying:</p> -<p class="par">‘I’ll stretch meself here till -mornin’, it’s a middlin’ sort of a night.’</p> -<p class="par">That day meat and bread had been given to him at the -last town he had passed through. He was hungry and he thought he would -eat, so he opened his wallet and took out a piece of bread and meat, -then he put his hand into his pocket and drew out a pinch of salt in a -screw of paper. As he opened the paper some grains of salt fell out, on -to the ground. No sooner had this happened than up from the ground -beneath came the sound of most terrible groans, <span class= -"pagenum">[<a id="pb120" href="#pb120" name="pb120">120</a>]</span>high -winds blew from every airt out of the heavens, lightnings flashed in -the air, dreadful thunder crashed overhead, and the ground heaved -beneath his feet; and he knew that there was plenty of company round -him, though no man was to be seen. In less than a moment the grand -palace burst into a hundred thousand bits, and vanished into the air. -He found himself on a wide, lonely mountain, and in the grey light of -dawn no trace of the palace was to be seen.</p> -<p class="par">He went down on his knees and put up a prayer of -thanksgiving for his escape, and then ran on to the next village, where -he told the people all that he had seen, and glad they were to hear of -the disappearance of the Wizard. <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb121" -href="#pb121" name="pb121">121</a>]</span></p> -</div> -</div> -<div id="ch27" class="div1 tale"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= -"#xd21e391">Contents</a>]</span> -<div class="divHead"> -<h2 class="main">THE ENCHANTED ISLE</h2> -</div> -<div class="divBody"> -<p class="par first">Out under the Irish Sea, fifteen or sixteen miles -south-west of the Calf, there is an enchanted isle. Long, long ago it -was on the surface of the water—that was in the days when -Manannan ruled in Mann—but when Saint Patrick drove Manannan and -his men from the island in the form of three-legged creatures, they -came upon this isle. Manannan dropped it to the bottom of the sea, and -they were seen no more.</p> -<p class="par">Now it is the home of Manannan Mac y Leirr, Son of the -Sea, and he rules it as he used to rule Mann. But once in seven years, -when Old May Day is on a Sunday, the isle may be seen. It rises up from -the sea just before sunrise, like a beautiful vision, and Manannan -looks once more at Ellan Vannin. The hills of the enchanted isle -<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb122" href="#pb122" name= -"pb122">122</a>]</span>are green, white foam rings it round, and if you -are near enough you may see the tossing arms and golden hair of the -Mermaids by the water’s edge washing their glittering jewels, and -hear the singing of birds, and smell the fragrant scent of flowers. But -as the first rays of the sun rest upon its highest hills, it sinks into -the deep, deep sea. <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb123" href="#pb123" -name="pb123">123</a>]</span></p> -</div> -</div> -<div id="ch28" class="div1 tale"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= -"#xd21e399">Contents</a>]</span> -<div class="divHead"> -<h2 class="main">STORIES ABOUT BIRDS</h2> -<div class="div2 story"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= -"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> -<div class="divHead"> -<h3 class="main">I. <span class="sc">The Ravens</span></h3> -</div> -<div class="divBody"> -<p class="par first">Two Ravens met once, and one asked the other in -Bird language:</p> -<p class="par">‘Is there nothing new at you?’</p> -<p class="par">‘The white Horse is dead,’ said he.</p> -<p class="par">‘Is he fat? Is he fat?’ said the other.</p> -<p class="par">‘Delicious, delicious,’ said he.</p> -<p class="par">Then he repented that he had told him that, and called -out:</p> -<p class="par">‘Bare bones, bare bones!’</p> -</div> -</div> -<div class="div2 story"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= -"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> -<div class="divHead"> -<h3 class="main">II. <span class="sc">Blackbird’s Morning -Song</span></h3> -</div> -<div class="divBody"> -<p class="par first">Old Robin Quirk one fine morning was sitting -sunning himself before his cottage door, when the Blackbird, living in -the Tramman Tree in his garden, flew down, settled near Robin, and -began to talk to him in Manx: <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb124" -href="#pb124" name="pb124">124</a>]</span></p> -<p class="par">‘Irree, Robin, as gow smook.’ ‘Rise, -Robin, and take a smoke.’</p> -<p class="par">‘Cha nel thombaga aym.’ ‘I have no -tobacco,’ said Robin.</p> -<p class="par">‘Kionn eh, kionn eh.’ ‘Buy it, buy -it,’ cried Blackbird.</p> -<p class="par">‘Cha nel ping aym.’ ‘I have not a -penny,’ poor Robin said.</p> -<p class="par">‘Gow er dayl, gow er dayl.’ ‘Credit -it, credit it,’ was Blackbird’s bad advice.</p> -<p class="par">‘Cha der ad dayl dou, boy.’ ‘They -won’t give me credit, boy.’</p> -<p class="par">‘Quit eh, eisht, quit eh.’ ‘Quit it, -then, quit it,’ whistled Blackbird, flying home and closing the -discussion.</p> -<p class="par">‘The imperence of sin is in them -Blackbirds!’ Robin said.</p> -</div> -</div> -<div class="div2 story"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= -"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> -<div class="divHead"> -<h3 class="main">III. <span class="sc">How the Wren became King of the -Birds</span></h3> -</div> -<div class="divBody"> -<p class="par first">A long, long time ago, before you and I were born, -the birds of the air gathered at Tynwald from all airts of the wind. -The meeting was to settle once and for all the <span class= -"pagenum">[<a id="pb125" href="#pb125" name= -"pb125">125</a>]</span>squabbling and fighting among them as to which -of them was the cleverest, and it was agreed that the cleverest bird -should be king. The sky was black with them, big and little, and soon -all had gathered together. Everywhere groups of birds sat-a-row, -cooishing, scolding, or sleeping. Some were in fine, black Sunday coats -like old Parson Gull, some clad only in work-a-day brown like Poor -Brownie, the Hedge Sparrow; but most wore leggings of red or yellow, -while the Chough had a new pair of bright red ones. Yellow Tommy, the -dandy, was preening himself, swinging on the top of a gorse bush. Old -Greyback, the Crow, perched on a rock above him, silent but observant, -was eating flitters; and over all, the blue arch of the sky, in which -hung motionless a broad-winged eagle.</p> -<p class="par">The Corncrake officially announced, ‘Raip, -raip’ (ready, ready). Then each one got up in his turn to tell of -all the great things he could do. The Falcon boasted that he and his -mate were worth the kingdom of Mann with all its rights; <span class= -"pagenum">[<a id="pb126" href="#pb126" name= -"pb126">126</a>]</span>Lhondoo, the Thrush, sang her best to -them—it was a pleasure to listen to her, and for a moment she -thought that she would be elected; Flame of the Wood, the Goldfinch, -spread her bright plumage; Fork of the Wind, the Swallow, told of her -swiftness and travels to warm countries in the south; the Curlew, of -her riches—‘Let the curlew be poor or fat, she carries a -groat upon her back,’ said she, showing the mark of 4 which she -bears. When the Cuckoo got up, the Meadow Pipit darted out from a group -and danced round, calling out his name to draw attention to himself, -the little fool, and saying, ‘Let every bird hatch her own -eggs,’ so poor Cuckoo wasn’t heard. There was a loud-voiced -dispute between the Magpie and the Jackdaw as to which was the best -thief. At last little Jinny Wren got up to have her say, after all the -grand ones had done. ‘Ha, ha, ha,’ laughed the Snipe, and -all the birds chuckled; but Jinny Wren got the better of them for all -that. Says she:</p> -<div class="lgouter"> -<p class="line">Small though I am and slender my leg,</p> -<p class="line">Twelve chicks I can bring out of the egg.</p> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb127" href="#pb127" name= -"pb127">127</a>]</span></p> -<p class="par">And the birds agreed that Jinny was as clever again as -the best of them. But the eagle didn’t like it that a little bit -of a bird like Jinny Wren should be over him. So he considered for a -minute, and says he, middling vexed: ‘Birds, it’s only -right that the best bird on the wing should be king; let’s try a -heat to see which of us can go the highest.’ Hullad, the Owl, -looked thoughtful, and said: ‘I never saw anything yet worth -flying for.’ But the birds said: ‘’Deed, it -wouldn’t be a bad idea at all.’ No sooner said than done. -Jinny Diver, the Cormorant, gave the whistle to fly, and instantly off -they started. Speeding on great strong wings, the eagle led the way, -the little ones following, Pompee-ny-Hoarn, Fat bird of the barley, -straggling far in the rear. But the Seven Sleepers, the Bat, the -Stone-chat, Cooag the Cuckoo, and the others, didn’t -stir—the sleep had fallen on them. The Eagle flew up and up and -away, away to the sun, till he couldn’t lift a feather an inch -higher. Then he peered down into the blue to the birds far, far below, -and he let a scream out of him: <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb128" -href="#pb128" name="pb128">128</a>]</span></p> -<p lang="gv" class="par">‘Ta mish Ree ny Ein, Ree ny -Ein.’</p> -<p class="par">‘I am King of the Birds, King of the -Birds.’</p> -<p class="par">But little Jinny Wren was one too many for him there -again. She had taken tight hold of him by a feather under his great, -broad wing and hidden herself. And as he cried ‘Ta mish Ree ny -Ein,’ she flew on top of his head and called out, ‘Cha nel, -cha nel, ta mish er-y-skyn.’</p> -<p class="par">‘Not so, not so, I’m above him, I’m -above him.’</p> -<p class="par">Down dropped the Eagle, and down dropped the Wren, -breathless, but King of the Birds.</p> -<p class="par">And that’s why the boys go round on St. -Stephen’s Day to this day, singing:</p> -<div class="lgouter"> -<p class="line">The Wren, the Wren, the King of all Birds,</p> -<p class="line">We’ve caught St. Stephen’s Day in the -gorse,</p> -<p class="line">Though he’s small his family is many;</p> -<p class="line">We pray you, good woman, give us a drop to drink.</p> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb129" href="#pb129" name= -"pb129">129</a>]</span></p> -</div> -</div> -</div> -</div> -<div id="ch29" class="div1 tale"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= -"#xd21e407">Contents</a>]</span> -<div class="divHead"> -<h2 class="main">THE MODDEY DOO OR THE BLACK DOG OF PEEL CASTLE</h2> -</div> -<div class="divBody"> -<p class="par first">In the days when Charles II was king in England -and Charles, Earl of Derby, king in Mann, Peel Castle was always -garrisoned by soldiers. The guard-room was just inside the great -entrance gate of the castle and a passage used to lead from it, through -one of the old churches, to the Captain of the Guard’s room. At -the end of the day one of the soldiers locked the castle gates and -carried the keys through the dark passage to the captain. They would -take it in turns.</p> -<p class="par">About this time one and another began to notice, -sometimes in one room, sometimes in another, a big Black Dog with -<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb130" href="#pb130" name= -"pb130">130</a>]</span>rough curly hair. He did not belong to any -person there, and nobody knew anything about him. But every night when -the candles were lighted in the guard-room and the fire was burning -bright, he would come from the dark passage and lay himself down by the -hearth. He made no sound, but lay there till the break of day, and then -he would get up and disappear into the passage. The soldiers were -terrified of him at first, but after a time they were used to the sight -of him and lost some of their fear, though they still looked on him as -something more than mortal. While he was in the room the men were quiet -and sober, and no bad words were spoken. When the hour came to carry -the keys to the captain, two of them would always go together—no -man would face the dark passage alone.</p> -<p class="par">One night, however, one foolish fellow had drunk more -than was good for him, and he began to brag and boast that he was not -afraid of the dog. It was not his <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb131" -href="#pb131" name="pb131">131</a>]</span>turn to take the keys, but to -show how brave he was he said that he would take them alone. He dared -the dog to follow him.</p> -<p class="par">‘Let him come,’ he shouted, laughing; -‘I’ll see whether he be dog or devil!’</p> -<p class="par">His friends were terrified and tried to hold him back, -but he snatched up the keys and went out into the passage.</p> -<p class="par">The Black Dog slowly got up from before the fire and -followed him.</p> -<p class="par">There was a dead silence in the guard-room—no -sound was heard but the dashing of the waves on the steep rocks of the -Castle Islet.</p> -<p class="par">After a few minutes, there came from the dark passage -the most awful and unearthly screams and howls, but not a soldier dared -to move to see what was going on. They looked at each other in horror. -Presently they heard steps, and the rash fellow came back into the -room. His face was ghastly pale and twisted with fear. He spoke not a -word, then or afterwards. <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb132" href= -"#pb132" name="pb132">132</a>]</span>In three days he was dead and -nobody ever knew what had happened to him that fearful night.</p> -<p class="par">The Black Dog has never been seen again. <span class= -"pagenum">[<a id="pb133" href="#pb133" name="pb133">133</a>]</span></p> -</div> -</div> -<div id="ch30" class="div1 tale"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= -"#xd21e415">Contents</a>]</span> -<div class="divHead"> -<h2 class="main">LITTLE RED BIRD</h2> -<div class="lgouter"> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">Little red bird of the black turf ground,</p> -<p class="line">Where did you sleep last night?</p> -<p class="line">I slept last night on the top of the briar,</p> -<p class="line">And oh! what a wretched sleep!</p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">Little red bird of the black turf ground,</p> -<p class="line">Where did you sleep last night?</p> -<p class="line">I slept last night on the top of the bush,</p> -<p class="line">And oh! what a wretched sleep!</p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">Little red bird of the black turf ground,</p> -<p class="line">Where did you sleep last night?</p> -<p class="line">I slept last night on the ridge of the roof,</p> -<p class="line">And oh! what a wretched sleep!</p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">Little red bird of the black turf ground,</p> -<p class="line">Where did you sleep last night?</p> -<p class="line">I slept last night between two leaves</p> -<p class="line">As a babe ’twixt two blankets quite at ease,</p> -<p class="line">And oh! what a peaceful sleep!</p> -</div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="divBody"> -<p class="par first xd21e1031"><i>An old Manx Lullaby.</i> <span class= -"pagenum">[<a id="pb134" href="#pb134" name="pb134">134</a>]</span></p> -</div> -</div> -<div id="ch31" class="div1 tale"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= -"#xd21e423">Contents</a>]</span> -<div class="divHead"> -<h2 class="main">TEHI TEGI</h2> -</div> -<div class="divBody"> -<p class="par first">Long hundreds of years ago there was a witch in -the island who made herself the finest and cleverest-looking young -woman in it. Her like for beauty was never before seen in this mortal -world. When she went out walking or riding the very birds of the air -would forget to sing for looking at her, and her sweet voice would -tempt them off the trees to listen to her. Even the animals would stand -still till she went by, for her beauty cast a spell on them. And as for -the men, the poor creatures, they flocked from all sides of the island -to woo her, and when they had once looked on her face they never wanted -to leave her. They forgot everything else in the world—all sorrow -and care, home and country, till at last everything in the island came -<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb135" href="#pb135" name= -"pb135">135</a>]</span>to a standstill because the men followed -wherever this young witch chose to lead them. Their haggards were -empty, for they neither ploughed nor sowed, and their houses tholthans, -for they neither built nor mended. They cut no turf and pulled no ling -for fires. Their fields were covered with stones, so that the cattle -died for want of pasture, and their gardens were full of weeds. There -was a strange stillness throughout the island—no children’s -voices were to be heard anywhere. The witch only laughed to see what -her beauty had done, and she kept all the men near her by making each -think that himself might be the chosen one. If one asked her to marry -him she would answer, ‘An’ maybe I will,’ and then -she would say the same to the next. So they spent their days in -pleasuring themselves. When she had made slaves of the men of the -island in this way, she said one day:</p> -<p class="par">‘Saddle me my horse, for I’ve a mind to -ride.’</p> -<p class="par">So they brought her milk-white horse <span class= -"pagenum">[<a id="pb136" href="#pb136" name="pb136">136</a>]</span>shod -with shoes of gold, with bit of gold and bridle set with jewels, with -saddle of mother-of-pearl and saddle-cloth of blue. Tehi Tegi mounted, -and the waves of her golden hair flowed down over her dress of shining -white.</p> -<p class="par">‘I’m going,’ said she, ‘to the -country for the day, and you can follow me on foot if you -like.’</p> -<p class="par">She rode and took her way under shady trees and through -grassy lanes, where blue-bells and primroses grew as thick as the -grass, and the hedges were yellow with gorse. She went on by fields, -covered with stones, which were once fine corn land; and on she went at -the head of them by lonely little tholthans whose roofs had sunk in on -the hearth, and then by spots where houses once had been, now marked by -jenny nettles and an old tramman tree. Her way mounted upwards among -hills shining in the May sunlight, and through gills where little -streams ran down between banks covered with fern and briar and many a -flower, to the blue sea. <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb137" href= -"#pb137" name="pb137">137</a>]</span></p> -<p class="par">At last they found themselves at the side of a bright -swift river, and she put a spell on it and made it seem shallow and as -smooth and clear as glass, so that the little stones at the bottom were -barely covered. Then, when they were all beginning to wade through it, -she took off the spell and the water rushed over their heads and -swallowed up the six hundred poor lovers. With that she made a bat of -herself and rose up in the air and flew out of sight. Her milk-white -horse turned into a perkin, plunged to the bottom of the stream, and -swam away out to sea and was never more seen.</p> -<p class="par">From that time the wise men of the island made their -women go on foot and follow their husbands wherever they should lead, -so that no such accident should happen again. If by chance a woman went -first, anyone who saw her cried out ‘Tehi Tegi! Tehi Tegi!’ -<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb138" href="#pb138" name= -"pb138">138</a>]</span></p> -</div> -</div> -<div id="ch32" class="div1 tale"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= -"#xd21e431">Contents</a>]</span> -<div class="divHead"> -<h2 class="main">JOHN-Y-CHIARN’S JOURNEY</h2> -</div> -<div class="divBody"> -<p class="par first">John-y-Chiarn took the biggest journey in his life -without meaning to do it at all.</p> -<p class="par">One night he was going towards Ballaquirk, taking his -time and thinking of his younger days, when all of a sudden he heard a -great murmur of people coming up behind him, and, before he had time to -look round him, he felt himself getting jostled and a voice asked -him—middling sharp, too:</p> -<p class="par">‘What business have you here in our way at this -hour of the night?’</p> -<p class="par">‘I am sorry to give anyone trouble,’ said -John; ‘I’ll get over the hedge out of the road.’</p> -<p class="par">Then the leader came and touched him with the little -stick he was carrying, and said to the others: <span class= -"pagenum">[<a id="pb139" href="#pb139" name="pb139">139</a>]</span></p> -<p class="par">‘We’ll take him with us; he’ll be -useful enough among the rest.’</p> -<p class="par">At that there was a big titter and John felt himself all -altered like, and a thing like a load came on to his back. Then they -all went on together, Themselves talking and laughing away. As soon as -they came near the Ballaragh Chapel though, all was as silent as the -grave. The houses were dark and the only thing they saw stirring was -Quilleash’s dog, and as soon as he smelt Themselves he took to -his heels with his tail between his legs.</p> -<p class="par">It was a fine easy night with just a touch of soft fog -on, and a little air coming down from the mountain as we got to -Dreem-y-Cuschaage. There the leader sounded his big ram’s horn, -and as they went galloping down to the Dhoon, out came some more of the -Lil Fellas from the gill and joined them, and more talking and laughing -went on. He blew another blast at Ballellin, for there they could see -the fog rolling down from Creg-ny-Molt. <span class="pagenum">[<a id= -"pb140" href="#pb140" name="pb140">140</a>]</span></p> -<p class="par">Again he blew at Ballagorry and they slacked down a bit, -and you would have thought the whole glen would have wakened up with -the echoes. Down at the bridge they could see the lights going about -like will-o’-the-wisps. Then the leader shouted:</p> -<p class="par">‘Get into your lines there, my boys,’ and -the Maughold Lil Fellas put themselves in rows on the walls of the -bridge, just under the big cherry trees, holding their coloured -lanthorns on the points of their sticks to give light round that dirty -turn; then when all had passed, they joined in and followed behind. -Away they all went, down Slieu Lewaige, fit to break their necks. They -slackened off a bit as they got to Folieu and then took their time as -far as Ballure’s Bridge, where there was a big lanthorn hanging -up in a tree over the old mill. As soon as they saw this, two of -Themselves blew horns and then a host of riders came out of the mill, -blowing horns too. They turned up the gill and all of a sudden the -whole crowd, <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb141" href="#pb141" name= -"pb141">141</a>]</span>with John among them, were right in the middle -of a big camp of the Lil People. There were lights hanging all about in -the trees, and fires blazing under the cowree pots, and musicians -playing fine music. Oh, the taking joy there was! Some were going -round, giving horn-spoons for the cowree and binjean, and then handing -round the oatbread and cheese, and the tramman wine. Then the little -fiddlers and fluters and reed-fellows and the drummers got upon the top -of a big rock, and the Lil Fellas began to dance, till John’s -head took the reel watching them. It was a grand sight to see the nice -little girls in their red petticoats, and white stockings and shoes -with silver buckles on, and little bells all tinkling in their hair; -and the Lil Men in their white knee breeches, loghtan stockings and -spotted carranes. In the middle of it all, up came the Lil Captain -and——</p> -<p class="par">‘John,’ says he. ‘What do you think of -this sight, boy?’</p> -<p class="par">‘It’s mortal grand,’ says John. -‘Far <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb142" href="#pb142" name= -"pb142">142</a>]</span>before any of the carnivals I’ve seen -before; an’ how long will it last?’</p> -<p class="par">‘Maybe a fortnight,’ said he, laughing -heartily. ‘And maybe more, so you would better go back to your -own people.’</p> -<p class="par">‘How’ll I get back at all, at all, an’ -in the dark, too?’ says John.</p> -<p class="par">‘Tchut, man,’ he said, tipping John on the -head with his little stick again.</p> -<p class="par">John didn’t remember any more till he wakened at -the break of day close to his own house, and little the worse for his -long journey. <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb143" href="#pb143" name= -"pb143">143</a>]</span></p> -</div> -</div> -<div id="ch33" class="div1 tale"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= -"#xd21e440">Contents</a>]</span> -<div class="divHead"> -<h2 class="main">A BAD WISH</h2> -<div class="lgouter"> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">May the chimney-hook and the pot-hooks</p> -<p class="line xd21e1129">Against thee rise in cruel war;</p> -<p class="line">The ladle, the dishes, and the pot-stick,</p> -<p class="line xd21e1129">For the dread attack prepare.</p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">May the pot-stick and the round tables,</p> -<p class="line xd21e1129">Cresset, noggin, and hardware store,</p> -<p class="line">All help to tear, and flay, and skin thee</p> -<p class="line xd21e1129">When fell’d beneath them on the -floor.</p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">What if the spotted water-bull,</p> -<p class="line xd21e1129">And the Glashtan would thee take, for all</p> -<p class="line">And the Fynoderee of the glen, waddling,</p> -<p class="line xd21e1129">To make of thee a bolster against the -wall<span class="corr" id="xd21e2267" title= -"Not in source">.</span></p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">The Fairy of the Glen and the Buggane,</p> -<p class="line xd21e1129">Finn MacCool and all his company;</p> -<p class="line">May they gather together about thy bed,</p> -<p class="line xd21e1129">And in a straw-rope creel run off with -thee.</p> -</div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="divBody"> -<p class="par first xd21e1031"><i>From an old Manx Ballad.</i> -<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb144" href="#pb144" name= -"pb144">144</a>]</span></p> -</div> -</div> -<div id="ch34" class="div1 tale"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= -"#xd21e448">Contents</a>]</span> -<div class="divHead"> -<h2 class="main">THE WITCH OF SLIEU WHALLIAN</h2> -</div> -<div class="divBody"> -<p class="par first">It was Midsummer Day, and the Peel Herring Fleet, -with sails half set, was ready for sea. The men had their barley sown, -and their potatoes down, and now their boats were rigged and nets -stowed on board and they were ready for the harvest of the sea. It was -a fine day, the sky was clear and the wind was in the right airt, being -from the north. But, as they say, ‘If custom will not get custom, -custom will weep.’ A basinful of water was brought from the Holy -Well and given to the Wise Woman that sold fair winds, as she stood on -the harbour-side with the women and children to watch the boats off. -They told her to look and tell of the luck of the Herring Fleet. She -bent over the water and, as she looked, her face grew pale with -<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb145" href="#pb145" name= -"pb145">145</a>]</span>fear, and she gasped: ‘Hurroose, hurroose! -An’ do ye know what I’m seeing?’</p> -<p class="par">‘Let us hear,’ said they.</p> -<div class="lgouter"> -<p class="line">I’m seeing the wild waves lashed to foam away by -great Bradda Head,</p> -<p class="line">I’m seeing the surge round the Chicken’s -Rock an’ the breaker’s lip is red;</p> -<p class="line">I’m seeing where corpses toss in the Sound, with -nets an’ gear an’ spars,</p> -<p class="line">An’ never a one of the Fishing Fleet is riding -under the stars.</p> -</div> -<p class="par first">There was a dead hush, and the men gathered close -together, muttering, till Gorry, the Admiral of the Fishing Fleet, -stepped forward, caught the basin out of her hands and flung it out to -sea, growling:</p> -<p class="par">‘Sure as I’m alive, sure as I’m alive, -woman, I’ve more than half a mind to heave you in after it. If I -had my way, the like of you an’ your crew would be run into the -sea. Boys, are we goin’ to lose a shot for that bleb? Come on, -let’s go an’ chonce it with the help of God.’</p> -<p class="par">‘Aye, no herring, no wedding. Let’s go -an’ chonce it,’ said young Cashen.</p> -<p class="par">So hoisting sails they left the port and <span class= -"pagenum">[<a id="pb146" href="#pb146" name="pb146">146</a>]</span>when -the land was fairly opened out, so that they could see the Calf, they -headed for the south and stood out for the Shoulder. Soon a fine breeze -put them in the fishing-ground, and every man was looking out for signs -of herring—perkins, gannets, fish playing on the surface, oily -water, and such like. When the sun was set and the evening was too dark -to see the Admiral’s Flag, the skipper of each lugger held his -arm out at full length, and when he could no longer see the black in -his thumb-nail he ordered the men to shoot their nets. And as they lay -to their trains it all fell out as the witch had said. Soon the sea put -on another face, the wind from westward blew a sudden gale and swelled -up the waves with foam. The boats were driven hither and thither, and -the anchors dragged quickly behind them. Then the men hoisted sail -before the wind and struggled to get back to land, and the lightning -was all the light they had. It was so black dark that they could see no -hill, and above the uproar of the sea they could hear the surges -<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb147" href="#pb147" name= -"pb147">147</a>]</span>pounding on the rocky coast. The waves were -rising like mountains, breaking over the boats and harrying them from -stem to stern. They were dashed to pieces on the rocks of the Calf, and -only two men escaped with their lives.</p> -<p class="par">But there was one boat that had got safe back to port -before the storm, and that was the boat of the Seven Boys. She was a -Dalby boat and belonged to seven young men who were all unmarried. They -were always good to the Dooinney Marrey, the Merman, and when they were -hauling their nets they would throw him a dishful of herring, and in -return they had always good luck with their fishing. This night, after -the Fleet had shot their nets sometime, the night being still fine and -calm, the Seven Boys heard the voice of the Merman hailing them and -saying:</p> -<p class="par">‘It is calm and fine now; there will be storm -enough soon!’</p> -<p class="par">When the Skipper heard this he said: ‘Every -herring must hang by its own gills,’ and he and his crew at once -put their <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb148" href="#pb148" name= -"pb148">148</a>]</span>nets on board and gained the harbour. And it was -given for law ever after that no crew was to be made up of single men -only; there was to be at least one married man on board and no man was -bound by his hiring to fish in this same south sea, which was called -‘The Sea of Blood’ from that day.</p> -<p class="par">As for the witch, they said she had raised the storm by -her spells and they took her to the top of the great mountain Slieu -Whallian, put her into a spiked barrel and rolled her from the top to -the bottom, where the barrel sank into the bog. For many and many a -long year there was a bare track down the steep mountain-side, where -grass would never grow, nor ling, nor gorse. They called it ‘The -Witch’s Way,’ and they say that her screams are heard in -the air every year on the day she was put to death. <span class= -"pagenum">[<a id="pb149" href="#pb149" name="pb149">149</a>]</span></p> -</div> -</div> -<div id="ch35" class="div1 tale"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= -"#xd21e456">Contents</a>]</span> -<div class="divHead"> -<h2 class="main">THE OLD CHRISTMAS</h2> -</div> -<div class="divBody"> -<p class="par first">In the days of our grandmothers, Old Christmas -Day, the fifth of January, was believed to be the true Christmas. On -Black Thomas’s Eve, which was the first day of the Christmas -holidays, the spinning wheels all had to be put away, the making of -nets ceased, and no work of any kind must be done until after Twelfth -Day.</p> -<p class="par">But there was once an old woman named Peggy Shimmin, at -Ballacooil, and she was bent on finishing some spinning that she had -begun, so on Old Christmas Eve she said to herself:</p> -<p class="par">‘The New Christmas is pas’ an’ surely -it’s no wrong to do a bit o’ spinning to-night,’ -though she doubted in her heart if she were not sinning. So when -Himself and the rest were in bed, she called her young servant-girl, -lil Margad, and said: <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb150" href= -"#pb150" name="pb150">150</a>]</span></p> -<p class="par">‘Margad, me an’ you will finish the spinning -to-night.’ Margad was frightened, terrible, but she got out her -wheel and sat beside her mistress. The two began to spin, and they were -spinning and spinning till near midnight, and behold ye, just before -midnight old Peggy saw the flax she was drawing from the distaff grow -blacker and blacker till it was as black as tar. But Margad’s -flax did not change colour because she had only done what her mistress -bade her. Peggy dropped the flax quick, put away her wheel, and crept -in fear to bed. She knew now which was the true Christmas Day and never -more did she spin on Old Christmas Eve.</p> -<p class="par">Margad was left alone in the kitchen when her mistress -had gone to bed, and at first she was trembling with fright; but she -was a middling brave girl, and she took a notion, as there was no -person to stop her, to see if all the things were true that she had -heard about Old Christmas Eve. <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb151" -href="#pb151" name="pb151">151</a>]</span></p> -<p class="par">‘They’re saying,’ she thought, -‘that the bees are coming out, an’ the three-year-old -bullocks going down on their knees, an’ the myrrh coming up in -bloom.’ Then she says to herself:</p> -<p class="par">‘I’m thinking I’ll go out an’ -watch the myrrh.’ So she put a cloak round her and crept out at -the door into the cold frosty moonlit night, and midnight had just -struck as she put her foot outside. She stooped to look on the spot -where the myrrh root was buried, and as she was looking, the earth -began to stir and to crack, and soon two little green shoots pushed up -to the air. She bent closer to see what would happen, and to her great -wonder the leaves and stalks grew big and strong before her eyes, and -then the buds began to show, and in a few minutes the lovely white -flowers were in bloom and the garden was sweet with their fragrance. -Margad could do nothing but stare at them at first, but at last she -dared to gather one small piece of the blossom, and she kept it for -luck all her life. Then she went to the cowhouse <span class= -"pagenum">[<a id="pb152" href="#pb152" name="pb152">152</a>]</span>and -peeped through the door. She heard a groaning sound and there were the -young bullocks on their knees, moaning, and the sweat was dropping from -them. Margad knelt down, too, and put up a bit of a prayer to the Holy -Child that was born in a stall. But the wonders were not over yet, for -as she went silently back to the house she noticed that the bees were -singing and flying round the hive—they were inside again, when -she shut the door of the house behind her.</p> -<p class="par">Always after that, when the neighbours would ask her if -she believed in the wonders of the Old Christmas Eve, she would -say:</p> -<p class="par">‘I know it’s true, for I’ve seen it -myself.’ <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb153" href="#pb153" name= -"pb153">153</a>]</span></p> -</div> -</div> -<div id="ch36" class="div1 tale"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= -"#xd21e464">Contents</a>]</span> -<div class="divHead"> -<h2 class="main">THE BUGGANE OF ST. TRINIAN’S</h2> -</div> -<div class="divBody"> -<p class="par first">A long time ago there came some monks to the -broad, rough meadow which is between dark Greeba Mountain and the high -road, and they chose a nice place and set up a church to St. Trinian on -it. But they reckoned without the power of the Buggane, who had his -haunt in the mountain. The Buggane was mighty angry, and he said to -himself:</p> -<p class="par">‘I’ll have no peace night or day with their -jingling bells if I let them finish the building.’ And, as he had -nothing else to do, he took it into his head to amuse himself by -tossing off the roof.</p> -<p class="par">So when the roof of the church was first put on, there -was heard that very night a dreadful sound in it, and when the -<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb154" href="#pb154" name= -"pb154">154</a>]</span>people of Greeba got up early next morning they -found their church roofless, and planks and broken beams all around the -place. After a time, and with great effort, the roof was put on again. -But when it was on, a great storm arose in the night and it was blown -down from the walls, exactly as had happened before. This fall put fear -in the people, for they were sure now that it was the evil, destructive -Buggane himself that was doing the mischief. But, though they were -terrified, they resolved to make one more attempt; and the third roof -was nearly finished.</p> -<p class="par">Now there was a brave little tailor living about a mile -from Greeba, and because he had not too much worldly gear, he made a -wager that when the new roof was on, he would not only spend the first -night in the church, but also make a pair of breeches there. The wager -was taken up eagerly, as they hoped that if the roof was one night up, -it would be left on.</p> -<p class="par">So Timothy—that was the name of the little -tailor—went to the church on the <span class="pagenum">[<a id= -"pb155" href="#pb155" name="pb155">155</a>]</span>very first evening -after the new roof had been put on. He started just when the shadow was -beginning to get grey by the hedges. He took with him cloth, needle and -thread, thimble and scissors. He entered the church boldly, lit a -couple of big candles, and looked all over the building to see that -everything was right. Then he locked the door so that there was no way -to get in. He cut out the cloth, and, seating himself cross-legged in -the chancel, he put on his thimble and set to work at the breeches. He -paid no heed to the darkness of the lonely church at dead of night, but -with long thread and needle he bent low over his work, his fingers, -moving backwards and forwards rapidly, casting strange, beckoning -shadows on the walls. The breeches had got to be finished, or he would -lose his wager, so he stitched away as fast as he could, thinking about -the good money the people would have to give him.</p> -<p class="par">The wind was beginning to rise, and trees scutched their -arms against the <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb156" href="#pb156" -name="pb156">156</a>]</span>windows. The tailor looked cautiously up -and down and round about. Nothing strange came in sight and he took -courage. Then he threaded his needle and began his work again. He gave -another sharp glance around, but saw nothing at all except the glimmer -of the place near the candles, and empty, deep darkness away beyond -them. So his courage rose high, and he said to himself:</p> -<p class="par">‘It’s all foolishness that’s at the -people about the Buggane, for, after all, the like isn’t -in.’</p> -<p class="par">But at that very minute the ground heaved under him and -rumbling sounds came up from below. The sounds grew louder underneath, -and Timothy glanced quickly up. All of a sudden a great big head broke -a hole through the pavement just before him, and came slowly rising up -through the hole. It was covered with a mane of coarse, black hair; it -had eyes like torches, and glittering sharp tusks. And when the head -had risen above the pavement, the fiery eyes glared fiercely -<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb157" href="#pb157" name= -"pb157">157</a>]</span>at Tim; the big, ugly, red mouth opened wide, -and a dreadful voice said:</p> -<p class="par">‘Thou rascal, what business hast thou -here?’</p> -<p class="par">Tim paid no heed, but worked harder still, for he knew -he had no time to lose.</p> -<p class="par">‘Dost thou see this big head of mine?’ -yelled the Buggane.</p> -<p class="par">‘I see, I see!’ replied Tim, mockingly.</p> -<p class="par">Up came a big broad pair of shoulders, then a thick arm -shot out and a great fist shook in the Tailor’s face.</p> -<p class="par">‘Dost thou see my long arms?’ roared the -voice.</p> -<p class="par">‘I see, I see!’ answered Tim, boldly, and he -stopped his tailoring to snuff one of the guttering candles, and he -threw the burning snuff in the scowling face before him. Then he went -on with his tailoring.</p> -<p class="par">The Buggane kept rising and rising up through the hole -until the horrible form, black as ebony, and covered with wrinkles like -the leather of a blacksmith’s bellows, had risen quite out of the -ground.</p> -<p class="par">‘Dost thou see this big body of mine?’ -<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb158" href="#pb158" name= -"pb158">158</a>]</span>roared the Buggane, angry that Tim showed no -fear of him.</p> -<p class="par">‘I see, I see!’ replied the Tailor, at the -same time stitching with all his might at the breeches.</p> -<p class="par">‘Dost thou see my sharp claws?’ roared the -Buggane in a more angry voice than before.</p> -<p class="par">‘I see, I see!’ answered again the little -Tailor, without raising his eyes, and continuing to pull out with all -his might.</p> -<p class="par">‘Dost thou see my cloven foot?’ thundered -the Buggane, drawing up one big foot and planking it down on the -pavement with a thud that made the walls shake.</p> -<p class="par">‘I see, I see!’ replied the little Tailor, -as before, stitching hard at the breeches and taking long stitches.</p> -<p class="par">Lifting up his other foot, the Buggane, in a furious -rage, yelled:</p> -<p class="par">‘Dost thou see my rough arms, my bony fingers, my -hard fists, my——?’</p> -<p class="par">Before he could utter another syllable, or pull the -other foot out of the ground, <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb159" -href="#pb159" name="pb159">159</a>]</span>the little Tailor quickly -jumped up, and made two stitches together. The breeches were at last -finished, then with one spring he made a leap through the nearest -window. But scarcely was he outside the walls when down fell the new -roof with a terrible crash, that made Tim jump a great deal more nimbly -than he ever did before. Hearing the Buggane’s fiendish guffaws -of laughter behind him, he took to his heels and sped hot-foot along -the Douglas road, the breeches under his arms and the furious Buggane -in full chase. The Tailor made for Marown Church, only a little -distance away, and knew he would be safe if he could only reach the -churchyard. He ran faster still, he reached the wall, he leaped over it -like a hunted hare, and fell weary and spent upon the grass, under the -shadow of the church, where the Buggane had not power to follow.</p> -<p class="par">So furious was the monster at this that he seized his -own head with his two hands, tore it off his body and sent it flying -over the wall after the Tailor. It burst at his <span class= -"pagenum">[<a id="pb160" href="#pb160" name="pb160">160</a>]</span>feet -with a terrific explosion, and with that the Buggane vanished, and was -never seen or heard of afterwards. Wonderful to relate, the Tailor was -not hurt, and he won the wager, for no person grumbled at the few long -stitches put into the breeches.</p> -<p class="par">And as for St. Trinian’s Church, there is no name -on it from that day till this but Keeill Vrisht—Broken -Church—for its roof was never replaced. There it stands in the -green meadow under the shadow of rocky Greeba Mountain, and there its -grey roofless ruins are to be found now. <span class="pagenum">[<a id= -"pb161" href="#pb161" name="pb161">161</a>]</span></p> -</div> -</div> -<div id="ch37" class="div1 tale"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= -"#xd21e472">Contents</a>]</span> -<div class="divHead"> -<h2 class="main">KING MAGNUS BAREFOOT</h2> -</div> -<div class="divBody"> -<p class="par first">Magnus, great nephew of Olaf the Saint, was King -of Norway in the days when the Norwegian Kings were Lords over Mann, -and he was called by the name of Barefoot because he wore kilts. He was -the bravest and most beautiful young king of his time—tall and -strong and brilliant as a meteor. He wore a helmet on his head and -carried a red shield with a golden lion upon it; he had in his belt a -sword of exceeding sharpness with an ivory hilt inlaid with gold, and a -keen javelin in his hand. Over his coat of mail was a tunic of ruby-red -embroidered with a golden lion. He was a fine and valiant figure. It -was he who brought King Olaf’s Cup of Peace to our island, and -this is the way it happened.</p> -<p class="par">Magnus was sitting at supper one day <span class= -"pagenum">[<a id="pb162" href="#pb162" name="pb162">162</a>]</span>with -his chief men, and their talk ran on the beautiful shrine of Olaf the -Saint, which was the wonder of its age. They spake to one another of -how it was said that Olaf’s body would never be destroyed by -death, but would remain as in life and would heal those who prayed at -the shrine of any sickness. Magnus laughed the story to scorn and said -boldly:</p> -<p class="par">‘Seeing is believing; let the shrine be opened -that we may see for ourselves if the story be true.’</p> -<p class="par">Then the bishop and clergy were horrified, and begged -the king: ‘Oh king, let not the thing be done, it will surely -bring evil on thee.’</p> -<p class="par">But Magnus commanded:</p> -<p class="par">‘Let the shrine be opened at once. I fear no man -alive or dead.’</p> -<p class="par">So his will was done and when the jewelled shrine was -opened, all saw the body of holy Olaf lying incorrupt and fair as if -alive. Magnus touched it with his hands, but was suddenly seized with a -great fear. He went away in haste, but <span class="pagenum">[<a id= -"pb163" href="#pb163" name="pb163">163</a>]</span>took with him the -lovely crystal cup that lay beside the Saint.</p> -<p class="par">The next night in his sleep he had a vision of King -Olaf, majestic and stern, who said to him:</p> -<p class="par">‘Choose, I tell you, one of two things, either to -lose your kingdom and life within thirty days, or to leave Norway and -never see it again.’</p> -<p class="par">Magnus awoke and called his chiefs and great men to tell -them of his vision.</p> -<p class="par">‘Oh king,’ they cried in fear. ‘Leave -Norway with all speed, and keep thy life and kingship.’</p> -<p class="par">So Magnus, who was the last of our great Sea Kings, got -together a fleet of 160 long ships, each with twenty or thirty -rowers’ benches, and with bows carved in the shape of dragons. He -loved the sea, and, like a true Viking, he used to say:</p> -<p class="par">‘I will never sleep under a sooty rafter nor drink -in the chimney corner.’</p> -<p class="par">Away he sailed to the Orkneys; he conquered them and all -the Western Islands, and came to Mann. He put in at Saint <span class= -"pagenum">[<a id="pb164" href="#pb164" name= -"pb164">164</a>]</span>Patrick’s Isle and went to see the site of -the Battle of Santwat near Peel, which had been fought three days -before between the Manx of north and south. The beauty of our island -pleased his eyes and he chose it for his dwelling-place. He made the -men of Galloway cut timber and bring it over to make three forts for -him. In one of them, near Douglas, he placed the Cup of Peace, which he -knew would be well guarded by the Lhiannan Shee, the Peace Fairy who -never left it.</p> -<p class="par">Then he sailed to Anglesey and made himself lord over -it, but he soon came back to the Isle of Mann, for it pleased him best. -On his return he sent his dirty shoes over to Morrough, King of -Ireland, with this message:</p> -<p class="par">‘Magnus Barefoot, King of Norway and the Isles, -bids thee carry his dirty shoes on thy shoulders through thy house on -Christmas Day in thy royal state, and own that thou hast thy kingdom -and power from the Lord of Norway and the Isles. And this thou must do -in sight of his envoys.’ <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb165" -href="#pb165" name="pb165">165</a>]</span></p> -<p class="par">When the Irish heard this they were furiously angry and -indignant, but wise King Morrough said:</p> -<p class="par">‘I will not only carry the shoes, but eat them, -rather than that Magnus should ruin a single province in -Ireland.’</p> -<p class="par">Then he carried the shoes on Christmas Day as Magnus -bade, treated the messengers with honour and sent them back to Mann -with many fine gifts for their king, with whom he made a treaty of -peace. But the envoys told their master of the richness of the Irish -lands and the pleasantness of the air, and Magnus kept it in his -mind.</p> -<p class="par">After this the King of Scotland sent a message to him, -saying:</p> -<p class="par">‘Cease to make war against me and I will yield -thee those of the Western Isles that thou canst from the mainland go -round in a vessel with a paddle-rudder.’</p> -<p class="par">Magnus made peace on those terms and so the Norse Kings -gained the Southern Isles, among which they counted the peninsula of -Cantyre because Magnus, sitting at the helm, caused his great warship -to <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb166" href="#pb166" name= -"pb166">166</a>]</span>be dragged across the neck of land which joins -it to the mainland. His vikings shouted with triumph as they pulled the -ship along, with their young king in his red and gold laughing at the -stern.</p> -<p class="par">But all this time, in his heart, Magnus could think of -nothing but the conquest of Ireland. He sailed to the coast of Down, -where he began to invade and pillage. It was on Saint -Bartholomew’s Day, 1103, that his last battle was fought. The -Irish had promised to bring him cattle for his troops the day before, -but as they had not come he landed his men and marched them to the top -of a little hill on the plain of Coba. From this place he could see all -the country round, and presently there appeared a great cloud of dust -in the distance. Some of his men said that it was an army approaching, -others that it was the herd of cattle. The last were right, and when -the cattle had been handed over, Magnus and his men returned towards -his ships. It was now the noon of a calm and sunny day. When they -reached the marshes, <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb167" href="#pb167" -name="pb167">167</a>]</span>suddenly a band of Irish rushed out from -their ambush in a wood close by, and attacked them fiercely.</p> -<p class="par">Magnus ordered his chief, Eyvinder, to sound the trumpet -and summon his men around the royal standard. He ordered them to close -ranks with overlapping shields, until they got to the dry ground where -they would be safe. They made their way as far as an old fort, but the -Irish pressed them and slew many of them. Then the king called to a -chief named Thorgrim:</p> -<p class="par">‘Do you, with your cohort, cross the rampart and -occupy the hill opposite with your archers till we join you.’</p> -<p class="par">Thorgrim and his men did as they were told and crossed -over, but when they were across they put their shields on their backs -and fled to the ships. When Magnus saw them he shouted:</p> -<p class="par">‘Is it thus you run, you coward? I was a fool to -send you instead of Sigurd, who would not thus desert me.’</p> -<p class="par">Magnus fought like a lion, but soon he <span class= -"pagenum">[<a id="pb168" href="#pb168" name="pb168">168</a>]</span>was -pierced through the thigh by a spear. He pulled it out and snapped it -beneath his feet, crying:</p> -<p class="par">‘Thus we, young warriors, break these twigs. Fight -on bravely, my men, and fear no danger for me.’</p> -<p class="par">His men prayed him to try to spare himself, but he -said:</p> -<p class="par">‘Better for a people to have a brave king than an -old king!’</p> -<p class="par">And so saying, foremost in the battle, he met his death. -<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb169" href="#pb169" name= -"pb169">169</a>]</span></p> -</div> -</div> -<div id="ch38" class="div1 tale"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= -"#xd21e480">Contents</a>]</span> -<div class="divHead"> -<h2 class="main">MANANNAN MAC Y LEIRR</h2> -<div class="lgouter"> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">Manannan <i>Beg</i> was son of Leirr,</p> -<p class="line">He was the first that e’er had Mann;</p> -<p class="line">But as it seemeth unto me,</p> -<p class="line">He himself was but a heathen.</p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">’Twas not with his sword he kept her,</p> -<p class="line">Nor with his arrows, nor his bow;</p> -<p class="line">But when he would see ships sailing,</p> -<p class="line">He hid her right round with a fog.</p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">He’d set a man upon a brow,</p> -<p class="line">You’d think there were a hundred there;</p> -<p class="line">And thus did wild Manannan guard</p> -<p class="line">That island with all its booty.</p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">The rent each paid out of the land</p> -<p class="line">Was a bundle of green rushes;</p> -<p class="line">And that was on them for a tax</p> -<p class="line">Throughout the country each John’s Eve.</p> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb170" href="#pb170" name= -"pb170">170</a>]</span></p> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">Some went up with the rushes to</p> -<p class="line">The great mountain up at Barrule;</p> -<p class="line">Others would leave the grass below,</p> -<p class="line">With Manannan above Keamool.</p> -</div> -<div class="lg"> -<p class="line">In this way, then, they lived, I think</p> -<p class="line">Myself their tribute very small,</p> -<p class="line">Without care or anxiety,</p> -<p class="line">Or labour to cause weariness.</p> -</div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="divBody"> -<p class="par first xd21e1031"><i>Old Ballad.</i> <span class= -"pagenum">[<a id="pb171" href="#pb171" name="pb171">171</a>]</span></p> -</div> -</div> -<div class="div1 tale"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= -"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> -<div class="divHead"> -<h2 class="main">MANANNAN MAC Y LEIRR</h2> -</div> -<div class="divBody"> -<p class="par first">Manannan Mac y Leirr, the Son of the Sea, was the -first Ruler of Mann. He was a great Wizard, and he was so powerful that -afterwards he was looked on as a god. He had a great stone fort on Peel -Island, and he could make one man, standing on its battlements, seem to -be a hundred. When he saw his enemies’ ships sailing, he would -cover the island round with a silver mist so that it could not be seen; -and if, in spite of the mist, his enemies came near, he would throw -chips into the water and change them into ships. He was out walking one -day on Barrule, when he saw the warships of the Northmen were in the -bay of Peel. And with that he made himself into the shape of three legs -and rolled like a wheel down from the mountain top as fast as the wind. -It <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb172" href="#pb172" name= -"pb172">172</a>]</span>was about low tide in the harbour, and there ran -a stream of sparkling water out to sea. Now the banks of the stream -were marshy, and by the river-side grew a quantity of sedge with broad, -green leaves. So Manannan made little boats of the sedge, a good number -of them, and sailed his boats in the stream. And when the little fleet -floated out of the harbour, he caused them to look like great ships of -war, well manned with fighting men. Then terror seized on the Northmen -when they saw the Manx fleet, and they cut their cables, hoisted sails, -and cleared away as fast as they could, and Manannan and his island -were left in peace. Thus did he keep Mann, and not with his sword, or -his bow and arrows.</p> -<p class="par">In his fort he had a great banqueting-hall, where -handsome boys made sweet music, and others played games and did great -feats of strength. He had a horse called Enbarr of the Flowing Mane, -who could travel like the wind over sea as well as land, swift hounds -that could catch any wild beast, and a sword called The Answerer, -<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb173" href="#pb173" name= -"pb173">173</a>]</span>whose wound was always fatal, besides his Magic -Branch and his wonderful boat, Wave Sweeper.</p> -<p class="par">He governed Mann well for long, long years. Manx people -had the best of good treatment from him, and all the rent he wanted was -that each one was to bring a bundle of green rushes to him on the -Mountain of South Barrule on Midsummer Eve. The island was a happy -place, full of sunshine and all pleasant things, and no person there -was old or tired or sad.</p> -<p class="par">Manx men have never forgotten Manannan, and this -thousand years our fishermen have prayed to him the following prayer, -as they have put out to sea. Even up to the days of our fathers it has -been used:</p> -<div class="lgouter"> -<p class="line">Manannan Beg Mac y Leirr—</p> -<p class="line">Little Manannan Son of the Sea,</p> -<p class="line">Who blessed our island,</p> -<p class="line">Bless us and our boat, going out well.</p> -<p class="line">Coming in better, with living and dead in our boat.</p> -</div> -<p><span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb174" href="#pb174" name= -"pb174">174</a>]</span></p> -</div> -</div> -<div id="ch39" class="div1 tale"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= -"#xd21e488">Contents</a>]</span> -<div class="divHead"> -<h2 class="main">THE CORMORANT AND THE BAT</h2> -</div> -<div class="divBody"> -<p class="par first">There was a time in the olden days when the -cormorant and the bat took counsel together to do something for the -poor, as they had compassion on them, and they went into the glens -gathering wool to make clothing for them. When they had a quantity -gathered they took a boat and put out to sea. It happened as they were -sailing that a storm came on, and the waves were breaking over the -vessel, insomuch that the poor bat had to leap from place to place to -escape the water, and in the darkness he was cast out of the boat -clinging to an oar. At daybreak he was near the shore and flew unto dry -land. A seagull, standing near by, inquired:</p> -<p class="par">‘Och, lil bat vogh, what’s there doin on -thee that thou are all of a thriddle <span class="pagenum">[<a id= -"pb175" href="#pb175" name="pb175">175</a>]</span>of thrimblin like -this?’ When he heard the bat’s story, he said:</p> -<p class="par">‘As sure as can be, if he will happen on thee, he -will take thy life.’ They had given each other a promise that one -would not leave the other until they had completed their task.</p> -<p class="par">The bat was so frightened that he hid himself in an old -ruin until the darkness came on; and from that time until now he will -only venture out under covering of the night.</p> -<p class="par">The cormorant held on to the boat until she filled with -water and sank to the bottom of the sea. At last he flew to a rock, and -there sat for hours together, day after day, looking out for the bat. -At other times he would go for a season into the glens; and in this way -they continue from that storm to the present time—the one hides -himself, and the other seeks him. <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb176" -href="#pb176" name="pb176">176</a>]</span></p> -</div> -</div> -<div id="ch40" class="div1 tale"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= -"#xd21e496">Contents</a>]</span> -<div class="divHead"> -<h2 class="main">CAILLAGH-NY-FAASHAGH, OR THE PROPHET WIZARD</h2> -</div> -<div class="divBody"> -<p class="par first">In the old days when there were wizards and -witches in the Isle of Mann, the greatest Wizard of all was -Caillagh-ny-Faashagh. He did not live above ground, but in a quarry, in -a hole under the rock on the lonely mountain side, and that is why the -people called him the Prophet Wizard of the Wilderness. At dark he -would roam over the mountains, and people walking there, when night was -drawing on, would hear him crying ‘Hoa, hoa, hoa!’ like the -bellow of a goat, in a voice so terrible and strong that the earth, and -all who heard it, trembled with fear. He could change himself into any -shape he liked; sometimes he would be a goat with big, fiery eyes; at -other times a tall, tall man. <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb177" -href="#pb177" name="pb177">177</a>]</span>Once, when he was a goat, he -followed a man that was walking along the mountain road, and that time -he had eyes in him as big as two dishes. The man was carrying a -lantern, and as he shifted it from one hand to the other the goat -followed it from side to side. The man was terrified and began to run. -As soon as he left the mountain road the beast roared after him: -‘Hoa, hoa, hoa!’</p> -<p class="par">Another time, in the shape of a tall, tall man, as tall -as two men, he followed a woman who struck across the mountain at Garey -mooar, and he had great, big, burning eyes, as big as two plates, in -his head. The woman ran with all her might, for life or death, and he -ran roaring after her: ‘Hoa, hoa, hoa!’ But when she turned -down from the mountain he came no further.</p> -<p class="par">He was a great soothsayer, but he would not foretell -what was to happen unless some person asked him. It seems that he must -have lived for hundreds of years, for he foretold a battle that was -fought in 1098. This was the Battle of Santwat, <span class= -"pagenum">[<a id="pb178" href="#pb178" name= -"pb178">178</a>]</span>‘Sand Ford,’ between the north and -south Manx. He said:</p> -<div class="lgouter"> -<p class="line">The river Neb shall run red from Glen Crew to the -sea,</p> -<p class="line">And gulls shall sip their full of the blood of -Manninee.</p> -</div> -<p class="par first">It all came true. The north men sailed into Peel -and ran their flat-bottomed boats up to Glenfaba Ford, where the south -men met them to keep them from landing. They fought up the stream to -Glen Crew where there was a great slaughter, and the bodies of the -slain dammed the stream and turned the little glen into a pool. The -waters of the Neb were reddened by Manx blood when they ran into Peel -Bay. The south side women had followed the men and were watching the -battle from a little distance, but when they saw that the north people -were winning they rushed down, and into the heart of the fight, with -bratfuls of stones and with hacks, and won the day for the south. And a -law was made that henceforth the widows in the south of the island -should get half of their husband’s estate; <span class= -"pagenum">[<a id="pb179" href="#pb179" name="pb179">179</a>]</span>but -the north side women, who stayed at home, were to get only -one-third.</p> -<p class="par">The Prophet Wizard foretold, too, the finding of Foxdale -lead mines. A man came to him and asked:</p> -<p class="par">‘How will I get rich, O -Caillagh-ny-Faashagh?’</p> -<p class="par">And the Wizard answered:</p> -<div class="lgouter"> -<p class="line">There’s a butt in Ballafesson worth the whole of -Balladoole.</p> -<p class="line">But the riches of the Isle of Mann lie hid behind -Barrule.</p> -</div> -<p class="par first">He also gave this prophecy to old Juan the weaver, -who asked him for one:</p> -<div class="lgouter"> -<p class="line">At the foot of Barrule there will be a market town,</p> -<p class="line">Mullin-y-Cleigh with blood for twenty-four hours will -turn roun’.</p> -</div> -<p class="par first">Now the village of Foxdale stands at the foot of -Barrule, and it is said that in the old times a great battle between -the Manx and the Irish was fought by the stream above Mullin-y-Cleigh, -the Mill-by-the-Hedge.</p> -<p class="par">To a Peel man he foretold:</p> -<p class="par">‘There will be a battle between the Irish and the -Manx at Creg Malin.’ And <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb180" -href="#pb180" name="pb180">180</a>]</span>the old fishermen say that -that battle took place two hundred years ago. It was a Sunday when the -Irishmen came in the bay, and they found no place to beach their boats, -so they turned the Manx boats adrift, and thought they had the place -for themselves. But they soon found their masters. The Manx men came -after their boats, and there was the battle—red blood running -like water! And the battle was not over that day, but they fought round -into Douglas, and finished at last in Derby Haven, so the old fishermen -say.</p> -<p class="par">Then there was an old maid that had a cressad (a melting -pot), and she went from house to house making lead spoons. She was a -bit queer; she would not smoke a mould on a sunny day, nor a misty day, -nor a wet day, nor a windy day; she must have a day to fit herself. She -met the Caillagh when he was in the shape of a goat, and she asked him -to foretell when would be the end of the world. He said that before the -last:</p> -<p class="par">‘The Mountains of Mann will be cut <span class= -"pagenum">[<a id="pb181" href="#pb181" name="pb181">181</a>]</span>over -with roads, and iron horses will gallop over them, and there will be an -inn on the top of Snaefell.’</p> -<p class="par">That has all come true; trains rush over the island and, -for sure, there is the inn on the top of our highest mountain. He said, -too:</p> -<p class="par">‘Mann and Scotland will come so close that two -women, one standing in Mann and another in Scotland, will be able to -wring a blanket between them.’ But that has not come true yet, -though the sandy Point of Ayre is stretching further and further -towards the Mull of Galloway.</p> -<p class="par">And another of his prophecies has not come to pass -yet:</p> -<p class="par">‘The Chief Rulers of Mann will be compelled to -flee.’</p> -<p class="par">But it will all be before the end. <span class= -"pagenum">[<a id="pb182" href="#pb182" name="pb182">182</a>]</span></p> -</div> -</div> -<div id="ch41" class="div1 tale"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= -"#xd21e504">Contents</a>]</span> -<div class="divHead"> -<h2 class="main">THE CITY UNDER SEA</h2> -</div> -<div class="divBody"> -<p class="par first">Now where Langness runs its long nose into the -sea, and on a place now always covered by the waves, there was once a -fine city with many towers and gilded domes. Great ships went sailing -from its port to all parts of the world, and round it were well-grassed -lands with cattle and sheep. Even now sailors sometimes see it through -the clear, deep waters, and hear dimly the bleating of sheep, the -barking of dogs, and the muffled chiming of bells—‘Nane, -jees, three, kiare, queig.’ But no man can walk its streets.</p> -<p class="par">For once upon a time, in the days when there were giants -in the Isle of Mann, Finn Mac Cool had his home near this city. He -lived at the Sound to keep his eye on Erinn, and to watch the sea. But -he was <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb183" href="#pb183" name= -"pb183">183</a>]</span>very seldom in Mann, and wherever he was he was -always doing some mischief, so that his enemies were many. One day he -was in such a hurry to reach his home that he jumped from Erinn and -landed in the island on the rocks above the Sound. He came down with -such force that he left his footmarks in the hard stone, and the place -has been called ever since, Slieu ynnyd ny Cassyn, or the Mountain of -the place of the Feet. His first act when he reached home was to get in -a red rage with the people of the city close by; his next act was to -turn them all into blocks of granite. In his passion he struck the -ground so hard with his club that he made a great dent in it—the -waves rushed into the deep hollow and the roaring sea drowned the din -of the city. Its towers and domes were covered by the green water; its -streets and market-place, its harbour and its crowded quays, -disappeared from sight. And there it lies to this day.</p> -<p class="par">But there is a strange story told of a man that went -down to it more than two <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb184" href= -"#pb184" name="pb184">184</a>]</span>hundred years ago. A ship was -searching for sunken treasure in those parts and this man was let down -to the bottom of the sea in a kind of ancient diving bell. He was to -pull the rope when he wished to be let down further. He pulled and -pulled till the men on the ship knew that he was as deep down in the -sea as the moon is high up in the sky; then there was no more rope and -they had to draw him up again. When he was on deck he told them that if -he could have gone further he would have made the most wonderful -discoveries. They begged him to tell them what he had seen, and when he -had drunk a cup of wine he told his story.</p> -<p class="par">First he had passed through the waters in which the -fishes live; then he came into the clear and peaceful region where -storms never come, and saw the bottom of the World-under-Sea shining -with coral and bright pebbles. When the diving bell rested on the -ground he looked through its little windows and saw great streets -decorated with pillars of crystal glittering <span class= -"pagenum">[<a id="pb185" href="#pb185" name="pb185">185</a>]</span>like -diamonds, and beautiful buildings made of mother-of-pearl, with shells -of every colour set in it. He longed to go into one of these fine -houses, but he could not leave his diving bell, or he would have been -drowned. He managed to move it close to the entrance of a great hall, -with a floor of pearls and rubies and all sorts of precious stones, and -with a table and chair of amber. The walls were of jasper, and strings -of lovely jewels were hanging on them. The man wished to carry some -away with him, but he could not reach them—the rope was at an -end. As he rose up again towards the air he met many handsome Mermen -and beautiful Mermaids, but they were afraid of him, and swam away as -fast as they could.</p> -<p class="par">That was the end of the man’s story. After that he -grew so sad with longing to go back to the World-under-Sea and stay -there for ever, that he cared for nothing on earth, and soon died of -grief. <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb186" href="#pb186" name= -"pb186">186</a>]</span></p> -</div> -</div> -<div id="ch42" class="div1 tale"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= -"#xd21e512">Contents</a>]</span> -<div class="divHead"> -<h2 class="main">AN ANCIENT CHARM AGAINST THE FAIRIES</h2> -<div class="lgouter"> -<p class="line">Peace of God and peace of man,</p> -<p class="line">Peace of God on Columb-Killey,</p> -<p class="line">On each window and each door,</p> -<p class="line">On every hole admitting moonlight,</p> -<p class="line">On the four corners of the house,</p> -<p class="line">On the place of my rest,</p> -<p class="line">And peace of God on myself.</p> -</div> -<p class="trailer xd21e2723">THE END</p> -</div> -</div> -</div> -<div class="back"> -<div class="div1 imprint"><span class="pagenum">[<a href= -"#toc">Contents</a>]</span> -<div class="divBody"> -<p class="par first xd21e2727">PRINTED BY<br> -SPOTTISWOODE AND CO. 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