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+Project Gutenberg’s Welsh Fairy-Tales And Other Stories, by Anonymous
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+Title: Welsh Fairy-Tales And Other Stories
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+Author: Anonymous
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+Editor: P. H. Emerson
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+Release Date: August, 2005 [EBook #8675]
+This file was first posted on July 31, 2003
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+*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK WELSH FAIRY-TALES AND OTHER ***
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+Produced by Delphine Lettau, Charles Franks and the people at DP
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+
+WELSH FAIRY-TALES AND OTHER STORIES
+
+By Anonymous
+
+
+Collected And Edited By P. H. Emerson
+
+
+To
+
+Leonard, Sybil, Gladys, And Zoe.
+
+
+
+
+AUTHOR’S NOTE.
+
+These tales were collected by me whilst living in Anglesea during the
+winter 1891-2.
+
+With the exception of the French story, they were told me and I took
+them down at the time.
+
+Particulars respecting the narratives will be found in the Notes.
+
+In most cases I have done but little “editing”, preferring to give the
+stories as told.
+
+The old book referred to in the Notes I bought from a country
+bookseller, who knew neither its author, title, or date, but I have
+since been informed the book is Williams’ _Observations on the Snowdon
+Mountains_, published in 1802, a book well known to students of Celtic
+literature.
+
+P. H. E.
+
+CLARINGBOLD, BROADSTAIRS. _April 1894_.
+
+
+
+CONTENTS.
+
+     THE FAIRIES OF CARAGONAN       Welsh
+     THE CRAIG-Y-DON BLACKSMITH     Welsh
+     OLD GWILYM                     Welsh
+     THE BABY-FARMER                Welsh
+     THE OLD MAN AND THE FAIRIES    Welsh
+     TOMMY PRITCHARD                Welsh
+     KADDY’S LUCK                   Welsh
+     THE STORY OF GELERT            Welsh
+     ORIGIN OF THE WELSH            Welsh
+     THE CROWS                      Welsh
+     ROBERTS AND THE FAIRIES        Welsh
+     THE FAIRY OF THE DELL          Welsh
+     ELLEN’S LUCK                   Welsh
+     THE FAIRIES’ MINT              Welsh
+     THE PELLINGS                   Welsh
+     THE LONG-LIVED ANCESTORS       Welsh
+     THE GIANTESS’S APRON-FULL      Welsh
+     A FABLE                        Welsh
+     THE STORY OF THE PIG-TROUGH    Irish
+     BILLY DUFFY AND THE DEVIL      Irish
+     JOHN O’ GROATS                 Scotch
+     EVA’S LUCK                     Jersey
+     THE FISHERMEN OF SHETLAND      Shetland
+     THE PASTOR’S NURSE             French
+     NOTES
+
+
+
+
+
+THE FAIRIES OF CARAGONAN.
+
+
+Once upon a time a lot of fairies lived in Mona.
+
+One day the queen fairy’s daughter, who was now fifteen years of age,
+told her mother she wished to go out and see the world.
+
+The queen consented, allowing her to go for a day, and to change from a
+fairy to a bird, or from a bird to a fairy, as she wished.
+
+When she returned one night she said:
+
+“I’ve been to a gentleman’s house, and as I stood listening, I heard the
+gentleman was witched: he was very ill, and crying out with pain.”
+
+“Oh, I must look into that,” said the queen.
+
+So the next day she went through her process and found that he was
+bewitched by an old witch. So the following day she set out with six
+other fairies, and when they came to the gentleman’s house she found he
+was very ill.
+
+Going into the room, bearing a small blue pot they had brought with
+them, the queen asked him:
+
+“Would you like to be cured?”
+
+“Oh, bless you; yes, indeed.”
+
+Whereupon the queen put the little blue pot of perfume on the centre of
+the table, and lit it, when the room was instantly filled with the most
+delicious odour.
+
+Whilst the perfume was burning, the six fairies formed in line behind
+her, and she leading, they walked round the table three times, chanting
+in chorus:
+
+  “Round and round three times three,
+  We have come to cure thee.”
+
+At the end of the third round she touched the burning perfume with her
+wand, and then touched the gentleman on the head, saying:
+
+“Be thou made whole.”
+
+No sooner had she said the words than he jumped up hale and hearty, and
+said:
+
+“Oh, dear queen, what shall I do for you? I’ll do anything you wish.”
+
+“Money I do not wish for,” said the queen, “but there’s a little plot of
+ground on the sea-cliff I want you to lend me, for I wish to make a ring
+there, and the grass will die when I make the ring. Then I want you to
+build three walls round the ring, but leave the sea-side open, so that
+we may be able to come and go easily.”
+
+“With the greatest of pleasure,” said the gentleman; and he built the
+three stone walls at once, at the spot indicated.
+
+
+
+II.
+
+Near the gentleman lived the old witch, and she had the power of turning
+at will into a hare. The gentleman was a great hare hunter, but the
+hounds could never catch this hare; it always disappeared in a mill,
+running between the wings and jumping in at an open window, though they
+stationed two men and a dog at the spot, when it immediately turned into
+the old witch. And the old miller never suspected, for the old woman
+used to take him a peck of corn to grind a few days before any hunt,
+telling him she would call for it on the afternoon of the day of the
+hunt. So that when she arrived she was expected.
+
+One day she had been taunting the gentleman as he returned from a hunt,
+that he could never catch the hare, and he struck her with his whip,
+saying “Get away, you witchcraft!”
+
+Whereupon she witched him, and he fell ill, and was cured as we have
+seen.
+
+When he got well he watched the old witch, and saw she often visited the
+house of an old miser who lived near by with his beautiful niece. Now
+all the people in the village touched their hats most respectfully to
+this old miser, for they knew he had dealings with the witch, and they
+were as much afraid of him as of her; but everyone loved the miser’s
+kind and beautiful niece.
+
+
+
+III.
+
+When the fairies got home the queen told her daughter:
+
+“I have no power over the old witch for twelve months from to-day, and
+then I have no power over her life. She must lose that by the arm of a
+man.”
+
+So the next day the daughter was sent out again to see whether she could
+find a person suited to that purpose.
+
+In the village lived a small crofter, who was afraid of nothing; he was
+the boldest man thereabouts; and one day he passed the miser without
+saluting him. The old fellow went off at once and told the witch.
+
+“Oh, I’ll settle his cows to-night!” said she, and they were taken sick,
+and gave no milk that night.
+
+The fairy’s daughter arrived at his croft-yard after the cows were taken
+ill, and she heard him say to his son, a bright lad:
+
+“It must be the old witch!”
+
+When she heard this, she sent him to the queen.
+
+So next day the fairy queen took six fairies and went to the croft,
+taking her blue pot of perfume. When she got there she asked the crofter
+if he would like his cows cured?
+
+“God bless you, yes!” he said.
+
+The queen made him bring a round table into the yard, whereon she placed
+the blue pot of perfume, and having lit it, as before, they formed in
+line and walked round thrice, chanting the words:
+
+  “Round and round three times three,
+  We have come to cure thee.”
+
+Then she dipped the end of her wand into the perfume, and touched the
+cows on the forehead, saying to each one:
+
+“Be thou whole.”
+
+Whereupon they jumped up cured.
+
+The little farmer was overjoyed, and cried:
+
+“Oh, what can I do for you? What can I do for you?”
+
+“Money I care not for,” said the queen, “all I want is your son to
+avenge you and me.”
+
+The lad jumped up and said:
+
+“What I can do I’ll do it for you, my lady fairy.”
+
+She told him to be at the walled plot the following day at noon, and
+left.
+
+
+
+IV.
+
+The next day at noon, the queen and her daughter and three hundred other
+fairies came up the cliff to the green grass plot, and they carried a
+pole, and a tape, and a mirror. When they reached the plot they planted
+the pole in the ground, and hung the mirror on the pole. The queen took
+the tape, which measured ten yards and was fastened to the top of the
+pole, and walked round in a circle, and wherever she set her feet the
+grass withered and died. Then the fairies followed up behind the queen,
+and each fairy carried a harebell in her left-hand, and a little blue
+cup of burning perfume in her right. When they had formed up the queen
+called the lad to her side, and told him to walk by her throughout. They
+then started off, all singing in chorus:
+
+  “Round and round three times three,
+  Tell me what you see.”
+
+When they finished the first round, the queen and lad stopped before the
+mirror, and she asked the lad what he saw?
+
+  “I see, I see, the mirror tells me,
+  It is the witch that I see,”
+
+said the lad. So they marched round again, singing the same words as
+before, and when they stopped a second time before the mirror the queen
+again asked him what he saw?
+
+  “I see, I see, the mirror tells me,
+  It is a hare that I see,”
+
+said the lad.
+
+A third time the ceremony and question were repeated.
+
+  “I see, I see, the mirror tells me,
+  The hares run up the hill to the mill.”
+
+“Now,” said the queen, “there is to be a hare-hunting this day week; be
+at the mill at noon, and I will meet you there.”
+
+And then the fairies, pole, mirror, and all, vanished and only the empty
+ring on the green was left.
+
+
+
+V.
+
+Upon the appointed day the lad went to his tryst, and at noon the Fairy
+Queen appeared, and gave him a sling, and a smooth pebble from the
+beach, saying:
+
+“I have blessed your arms, and I have blessed the sling and the stone.
+
+  “Now as the clock strikes three,
+  Go up the hill near the mill,
+  And in the ring stand still
+  Till you hear the click of the mill.
+  Then with thy arm, with power and might,
+  You shall strike and smite
+  The devil of a witch called Jezabel light,
+  And you shall see an awful sight.”
+
+The lad did as he was bidden, and presently he heard the huntsman’s
+horn and the hue and cry, and saw the hare running down the opposite
+hill-side, where the hounds seemed to gain on her, but as she breasted
+the hill on which he stood she gained on them. As she came towards the
+mill he threw his stone, and it lodged in her skull, and when he ran
+up he found he had killed the old witch. As the huntsmen came up they
+crowded round him, and praised him; and then they fastened the witch’s
+body to a horse by ropes, and dragged her to the bottom of the valley,
+where they buried her in a ditch. That night, when the miser heard of
+her death, he dropped down dead on the spot.
+
+As the lad was going home the queen appeared to him, and told him to be
+at the ring the following day at noon.
+
+
+
+VI.
+
+Next day all the fairies came with the pole and mirror, each carrying
+a harebell in her left-hand, and a blue cup of burning perfume in her
+right, and they formed up as before, the lad walking beside the queen.
+They marched round and repeated the old words, when the queen stopped
+before the mirror, and said:
+
+“What do you see?”
+
+  “I see, I see, the mirror tells me,
+  It is an old plate-cupboard that I see.”
+
+A second time they went round, and the question, was repeated.
+
+  “I see, I see, the mirror tells me,
+  The back is turned to me.”
+
+A third time was the ceremony fulfilled, and the lad answered
+
+  “I see, I see, the mirror tells me,
+  A spring-door is open to me.”
+
+“Buy that plate-cupboard at the miser’s sale,” said the queen, and she
+and her companions disappeared as before.
+
+
+
+VII.
+
+Upon the day of the sale all the things were brought out in the road,
+and the plate-cupboard was put up, the lad recognising it and bidding up
+for it till it was sold to him. When he had paid for it he took it
+home in a cart, and when he got in and examined it, he found the secret
+drawer behind was full of gold. The following week the house and land,
+thirty acres, was put up for sale, and the lad bought both, and married
+the miser’s niece, and they lived happily till they died.
+
+
+
+
+THE CRAIG-Y-DON BLACKSMITH.
+
+Once upon a time an old blacksmith lived in an old forge at Craig-y-don,
+and he used to drink a great deal too much beer.
+
+One night he was coming home from an alehouse very tipsy, and as he
+got near a small stream a lot of little men suddenly sprang up from the
+rocks, and one of them, who seemed to be older than the rest, came up to
+him, and said,
+
+“If you don’t alter your ways of living you’ll die soon; but if you
+behave better and become a better man you’ll find it will be to your
+benefit,” and they all disappeared as quickly as they had come.
+
+The old blacksmith thought a good deal about what the fairies had told
+him, and he left off drinking, and became a sober, steady man.
+
+One day, a few months after meeting the little people, a strange man
+brought a horse to be shod. Nobody knew either the horse or the man.
+
+The old blacksmith tied the horse to a hole in the lip of a cauldron
+(used for the purpose of cooling his hot iron) that he had built in some
+masonry.
+
+When he had tied the horse up he went to shoe the off hind-leg, but
+directly he touched the horse the spirited animal started back with a
+bound, and dragged the cauldron from the masonry, and then it broke the
+halter and ran away out of the forge, and was never seen again: neither
+the horse nor its master.
+
+When the old blacksmith came to pull down the masonry to rebuild it, he
+found three brass kettles full of money.
+
+
+
+
+OLD GWILYM.
+
+Old Gwilym Evans started off one fine morning to walk across the Eagle
+Hills to a distant town, bent upon buying some cheese. On his way, in a
+lonely part of the hills, he found a golden guinea, which he quickly put
+into his pocket.
+
+When he got to the town, instead of buying his provisions, he went
+into an alehouse, and sat drinking and singing with some sweet-voiced
+quarrymen until dark, when he thought it was time to go home. Whilst he
+was drinking, an old woman with a basket came in, and sat beside him,
+but she left before him. After the parting glass he got up and reeled
+through the town, quite forgetting to buy his cheese; and as he got
+amongst the hills they seemed to dance up and down before him, and he
+seemed to be walking on air. When he got near the lonely spot where he
+had found the money he heard some sweet music, and a number of fairies
+crossed his path and began dancing all round him, and then as he looked
+up he saw some brightly-lighted houses before him on the hill; and
+he scratched his head, for he never remembered having seen houses
+thereabouts before. And as he was thinking, and watching the fairies,
+one came and begged him to come into the house and sit down.
+
+So he followed her in, and found the house was all gold inside it, and
+brightly lighted, and the fairies were dancing and singing, and they
+brought him anything he wanted for supper, and then they put him to bed.
+
+Gwilym slept heavily, and when he awoke turned round, for he felt very
+cold, and his body seemed covered with prickles; so he sat up and rubbed
+his eyes, and found that he was quite naked and lying in a bunch of
+gorse.
+
+When he found himself in this plight he hurried home, and told his wife,
+and she was very angry with him for spending all the money and bringing
+no cheese home, and then he told her his adventures.
+
+“Oh, you bad man!” she said, “the fairies gave you money and you spent
+it wrongly, so they were sure to take their revenge.”
+
+
+
+
+THE BABY-FARMER.
+
+Old Kaddy was a baby-farmer, and one day she went to the woods to gather
+sticks for her fire, and whilst she was gathering the sticks she found a
+piece of gold, and took it home; but she never told anyone she had found
+the money, for she always pretended to be very poor.
+
+But though she was so poor, she used to dress two of her children in
+fine clothes; but the others, whom she did not like, she kept in the
+filthiest rags.
+
+One day a man knocked at her door, and asked to see the children.
+
+He sat down in her little room, and she went and brought the ragged
+little boy and girl, saying she was very poor, and couldn’t afford to
+dress them better; for she had been careful to hide the well-dressed
+little boy and girl in a cockloft.
+
+After the stranger had gone she went to the cockloft to look for her
+well-dressed favourites, but they had disappeared, and they were never
+seen afterwards, for they were turned into fairies.
+
+
+
+
+THE OLD MAN AND THE FAIRIES.
+
+Many years ago the Welsh mountains were full of fairies. People used
+to go by moonlight to see them dancing, for they knew where they would
+dance by seeing green rings in the grass.
+
+There was an old man living in those days who used to frequent the
+fairs that were held across the mountains. One day he was crossing the
+mountains to a fair, and when he got to a lonely valley he sat down, for
+he was tired, and he dropped off to sleep, and his bag fell down by his
+side. When he was sound asleep the fairies came and carried him off,
+bag and all, and took him under the earth, and when he awoke he found
+himself in a great palace of gold, full of fairies dancing and singing.
+And they took him and showed him everything, the splendid gold room and
+gardens, and they kept dancing round him until he fell asleep.
+
+When he was asleep they carried him back to the same spot where they
+had found him, and when he awoke he thought he had been dreaming, so
+he looked for his bag, and got hold of it, but he could hardly lift it.
+When he opened it he found it was nearly filled with gold.
+
+He managed to pick it up, and turning round, he went home.
+
+When he got home, his wife Kaddy said: “What’s to do, why haven’t you
+been to the fair?”
+
+“I’ve got something here,” he said, and showed his wife the gold.
+
+“Why, where did you get that?”
+
+But he wouldn’t tell her. Since she was curious, like all women, she
+kept worrying him all night--for he’d put the money in a box under the
+bed--so he told her about the fairies.
+
+Next morning, when he awoke, he thought he’d go to the fair and buy a
+lot of things, and he went to the box to get some of the gold, but found
+it full of cockle-shells.
+
+
+
+
+TOMMY PRITCHARD.
+
+Tommy Pritchard was going to school one day, and on his way he thought
+he heard somebody singing on the other side of a stone wall by the road,
+so he climbed up and looked over, and there underneath a stone he saw a
+sixpence, so he took it.
+
+Every morning after that, when he went to school, he used to look in the
+same place, and he always found a sixpence.
+
+His father noticed he was always spending money in the sweet-shop, so
+he began to think Tommy was stealing from somebody, and one day he asked
+him where he got the money. Tommy wouldn’t tell at first, but his father
+threatened to beat him, so he told him where he got his sixpences.
+
+Next morning he went to look in the same place for his sixpence, and
+he found nothing but a cockle-shell. And he never saw anything but a
+cockle-shell there afterwards.
+
+
+
+
+KADDY’S LUCK.
+
+There was a tall young woman whom the fairies used to visit, coming
+through the keyhole at night. She could hear them dancing and singing in
+her room, but in the morning they used to go the way they had come, only
+they always left her some money.
+
+When she got married she chose a tall husband like herself, and they had
+a fine big child.
+
+One night they went to a fair, and they got to one side to hear the
+fairies; for some people could tell when the fairies were coming, for
+they made a noise like the wind. Whilst they were waiting she told her
+husband how the fairies used to leave her money at night.
+
+When they got home they found their baby all right, and went to bed. But
+next morning the young mother found her child had been changed in the
+night, and there was a very little baby in the cradle. And the child
+never grew big, for the fairies had changed her child for spite.
+
+
+
+
+THE STORY OF GELERT.
+
+(AS CURRENT IN ANGLESEA)
+
+
+It was somewhere about 1200, Prince Llewellyn had a castle at Aber, just
+abreast of us here; indeed, parts of the towers remain to this day. His
+consort was the Princess Joan; she was King John’s daughter. Her coffin
+remains with us to this day. Llewellyn was a great hunter of wolves
+and foxes, for the hills of Carnarvonshire were infested with wolves in
+those days, after the young lambs.
+
+Now the prince had several hunting-houses--sorts of farm houses, one of
+them was at the place now called Beth-Gelert, for the wolves were very
+thick there at this time. Now the prince used to travel from farm-house
+to farm-house with his family and friends, when going on these hunting
+parties.
+
+One season they went hunting from Aber, and stopped at the house where
+Beth-Gelert is now--it’s about fourteen miles away. The prince had all
+his hounds with him, but his favourite was Gelert, a hound who had never
+let off a wolf for six years.
+
+The prince loved the dog like a child, and at the sound of his horn
+Gelert was always the first to come bounding up. There was company
+at the house, and one day they went hunting, leaving his wife and the
+child, in a big wooden cradle, behind him at the farm-house.
+
+The hunting party killed three or four wolves, and about two hours
+before the word passed for returning home, Llewellyn missed Gelert, and
+he asked his huntsmen:
+
+“Where’s Gelert? I don’t see him.”
+
+“Well, indeed, master, I’ve missed him this half-hour.”
+
+And Llewellyn blew his horn, but no Gelert came at the sound.
+
+Indeed, Gelert had got on to a wolves’ track which led to the house.
+
+The prince sounded the return, and they went home, the prince lamenting
+Gelert. “He’s sure to have been slain--he’s sure to have been slain!
+since he did not answer the horn. Oh, my Gelert!” And they approached
+the house, and the prince went into the house, and saw Gelert lying by
+the overturned cradle, and blood all about the room.
+
+“What! hast thou slain my child?” said the prince, and ran his sword
+through the dog.
+
+After that he lifted up the cradle to look for his child, and found the
+body of a big wolf underneath that Gelert had slain, and his child was
+safe. Gelert had capsized the cradle in the scuffle.
+
+“Oh, Gelert! Oh, Gelert!” said the prince, “my favourite hound, my
+favourite hound! Thou hast been slain by thy master’s hand, and in death
+thou hast licked thy master’s hand!” He patted the dog, but it was too
+late, and poor Gelert died licking his master’s hand.
+
+Next day they made a coffin, and had a regular funeral, the same as if
+it were a human being; all the servants in deep mourning, and everybody.
+They made him a grave, and the village was called after the dog,
+Beth-Gelert--Gelert’s Grave; and the prince planted a tree, and put a
+gravestone of slate, though it was before the days of quarries. And they
+are to be seen to this day.
+
+
+
+
+ORIGIN OF THE WELSH.
+
+Many years ago there lived several wild tribes round the King of
+Persia’s city, and the king’s men were always annoying and harassing
+them, exacting yearly a heavy tribute. Now these tribes, though very
+brave in warfare, could not hold their own before the Persian army
+when sent out against them, so that they paid their yearly tribute
+grudgingly, but took revenge, whenever they could, upon travellers to or
+from the city, robbing and killing them.
+
+At last one of the tribesmen, a clever old chieftain, thought of a
+cunning plan whereby to defeat the Persians, and free themselves from
+the yearly tribute. And this was his scheme:
+
+The wild wastes where these tribes lived were infested with large
+birds called “Rohs”, [Footnote: Pronounced softly.] which were very
+destructive to human beings--devouring men, women, and children greedily
+whenever they could catch them. Such a terror were they that the tribes
+had to protect their village with high walls, [Footnote: Can this have
+anything to do with the idea of walling-in the cuckoo?] and then
+they slept securely, for the Roh hunted by night. This old chieftain
+determined to watch the birds, and find out their nesting-places; so he
+had a series of towers built, in which the watchmen could sleep securely
+by night. These towers were advanced in whatever direction the birds
+were seen to congregate by night. The observers reported that the Roh
+could not fly, but ran very swiftly, being fleeter than any horse.
+
+At length, by watching, their nesting-places were found in a sandy
+plain, and it was discovered that those monstrous birds stole sheep and
+cattle in great numbers.
+
+The chieftain then gave orders for the watchmen to keep on guard until
+the young birds were hatched, when they were commanded to secure fifty,
+and bring them into the walled town. The order was carried out, and one
+night they secured fifty young birds just out of the egg, and brought
+them to the town.
+
+The old chieftain then told off fifty skilful warriors, a man to each
+bird, to his son being allotted the largest bird. These warriors were
+ordered to feed the birds on flesh, and to train them for battle. The
+birds grew up as tame as horses. Saddles and bridles were made for them,
+and they were trained and exercised just like chargers.
+
+When the next tribute day came round, the King of Persia sent his
+emissaries to collect the tax, but the chieftains of the tribes insulted
+and defied them, so that they returned to the king, who at once sent
+forward his army.
+
+The chieftain then marshalled his men, and forty-six of the Rohs were
+drawn up in front of the army, the chief getting on the strongest bird.
+The remaining four were placed on the right flank, and ordered at a
+signal to advance and cut off the army, should they retreat.
+
+The Rohs had small scales, like those of a fish, on their necks and
+bodies, the scales being hidden under a soft hair, except on the upper
+half of the neck. They had no feathers except on their wings. So they
+were invulnerable except as to the eyes--for in those days the Persians
+only had bows and arrows, and light javelins. When the Persian army
+advanced, the Rohs advanced at lightning speed, and made fearful havoc,
+the birds murdering and trampling the soldiers under foot, and beating
+them down with their powerful wings. In less than two hours half the
+Persian army was slain, and the rest had escaped. The tribes returned to
+their walled towns, delighted with their victory.
+
+When the news of his defeat reached the King of Persia he was wroth
+beyond expression, and could not sleep for rage. So the next morning he
+called for his magician.
+
+“What are you going to do with the birds?” asked the king.
+
+“Well, I’ve been thinking the matter over,” replied the magician.
+
+“Cannot you destroy all of them?”
+
+“No, your majesty; I cannot destroy them, for I have not the power; but
+I can get rid of them in one way; for though I cannot put out life, I
+have the power of turning one life into some other living creature.”
+
+“Well, what will you turn them into?” asked the king.
+
+“I’ll consider to-night, your majesty,” replied the magician.
+
+“Well, mind and be sure to do it.”
+
+“Yes, I’ll be sure to do it, your majesty.”
+
+        *       *       *       *       *
+
+The next day, at ten, the magician appeared before the king, who asked:
+
+“Have you considered well?”
+
+“Yes, your majesty.”
+
+“Well, how are you going to act?”
+
+“Your majesty, I’ve thought and thought during the night, and the best
+thing we can do is to turn all the birds into fairies.”
+
+“What are fairies?” asked the king.
+
+“I’ve planned it all out, and I hope your majesty will agree.”
+
+“Oh! I’ll agree, as long as they never molest us more.”
+
+“Well, your majesty, I’m going to turn them to fairies--small living
+creatures to live in caves in the bowels of the earth, and they shall
+only visit people living on the earth once a year. They shall be
+harmless, and hurt nothing; they shall be fairies, and do nothing
+but dance and sing, and I shall allow them to go about on earth for
+twenty-four hours once a year and play their antics, but they shall do
+no mischief.”
+
+“How long are the birds to remain in that state?” asked the king.
+
+“I’ll give them 2,000 years, your majesty; and at the end of that time
+they are to go back into birds, as they were before. And after the birds
+change from the fairy state back into birds, they shall never breed
+more, but die a natural death.”
+
+So the tribes lost their birds, and the King of Persia made such fearful
+havoc amongst them that they decided to leave the country.
+
+They travelled, supporting themselves by robbery; until they came to
+a place where they built a city, and called it Troy, where they were
+besieged for a long time.
+
+At length the besiegers built a large caravan, with a large man’s
+head in front; the head was all gilded with gold. When the caravan was
+finished they put 150 of the best warriors inside, provided with food,
+and one of them had a trumpet. Then they pulled the caravan, which ran
+upon eight broad wheels, up to the gates of the city, and left it there,
+their army being drawn up in a valley near by. It was, agreed that
+when the caravan got inside the gates the bugler should blow three loud
+blasts to warn, the army, who would immediately advance into the city.
+
+The men on the ramparts saw this curious caravan, and they began
+wondering what it was, and for two or three days they left it alone.
+
+At last an old chieftain said, “It must be their food.”
+
+On the third day they opened the gates, and attaching ropes, began to
+haul it into the city; then the warriors leaped out, and the horn blew,
+and the army hurried up, and the town was taken after great slaughter;
+but a number escaped with their wives and children, and fled on to the
+Crimea, whence they were driven by the Russians, so they marched away
+along the sea to Spain, and bearing up through France, they stopped.
+Some wanted to go across the sea, and some stayed in the heart of
+France: they were the Bretoons. [Footnote: Bretons.] The others came
+on over in boats, and landed in England, and they were the first people
+settled in Great Britain: they were the Welsh.
+
+
+
+
+CROWS.
+
+
+  One black crow, bad luck for me.
+  Two black crows, good luck for me.
+  Three black crows, a son shall be born in the family.
+  Four black crows, a daughter shall be born in the family.
+  Five black crows shall be a funeral in the family.
+  Six black crows, if they fly head on, a sudden death.
+  Seven black crows with their tails towards you, death within seven
+  years.
+
+
+There was a young man, not so very long ago, who had been to sea for
+years. He was married, but had no children. He was one of the most
+spirited men you ever saw. He used to complain of his dreams. He said,
+“All at once last Sunday I was up in the air, and I saw the vessel I was
+in going at great speed, making for a mountain, and I tried as hard as
+I could to keep her from the mountain. I don’t believe I was asleep
+at all, I could see it so plainly. I went along in the air, looking at
+seven black crows all the time. I got dizzy, and the vessel seemed to
+lower on to the earth. The vessel lowered within a few hundred feet of
+the earth, and I saw what I thought were fairies. I thought I had been
+there for days; in truth, it seemed to me I had been up there for three
+days, and that I could hear the fairies with mournful sounds drawing
+a coffin. I watched and watched, and saw seven crows on the coffin.
+It seemed as if they were going to bury someone. Whilst the coffin
+was going the seven crows flew up and bursted, and the heavens were
+illuminated more strongly than by the sun. Then I lost sight of the
+fairies, but saw some big giants in white walking about, and there was
+a big throne with a roof to it. And all at once I was in total darkness,
+but I could hear things flapping about, flying through the air. Then I
+saw the moon rising and all the stars, and all sorts of objects flying
+through the air. And one came to me, and put his hand upon my shoulder,
+saying: _‘Prepare to meet us to-morrow.’_ After that everything went
+dark again. The first thing I knew I was in a ship steering, and the
+seven black crows were in front of me. I had a great trouble to steer my
+vessel. And as I went on the vessel struck a steeple, and exploded, and
+I awoke. Whereupon I jumped out of bed, looking very pale.”
+
+I left him on the beach at 11.30, after he told me this, when he went
+home. When he got home he could see seven black crows on the house.
+Other people could see the crows, but could not count them. He saw them
+all perched head on. He went into the house, and said,
+
+“There is something in these crows, Jane; see them on the roof.”
+
+She cried out and ran out and looked, but could not see the seven. After
+that he didn’t seem to be himself, though there was nothing the matter
+with him. A week afterwards, I went out on the Sunday morning after
+breakfast, and there was a seat on the beach, and on it sat this man,
+Johnny, and another man.
+
+“Why, Johnny, you look very pale,” I said.
+
+“Do I?” he said.
+
+“Yes! indeed you do,” I replied.
+
+“Well, I don’t know, I have had such dreams.”
+
+“What will they have been, then?” I asked.
+
+“That I was in a full-rigged ship, with all sails set; I was all alone,
+but could see nothing, only seven black crows. I counted them, but my
+wife could see nothing, but she could hear something.”
+
+That same day, when he went home, he said to his wife:
+
+“Ah, Jane, there is something coming over me,” and he fell down dead.
+
+
+
+
+ROBERT ROBERTS AND THE FAIRIES.
+
+Robert Roberts was a carpenter who worked hard and well; but he could
+never keep his tongue still. One day, as he was crossing a brook, a
+little man came up to him and said:
+
+“Robert Roberts, go up to the holly tree that leans over the road on the
+Red-hill, and dig below it, and you shall be rewarded.”
+
+The very next morning, at daybreak, Robert Roberts set out for the spot,
+and dug a great hole, before anyone was up, when he found a box of gold.
+He went to the same place twice afterwards, and dug, and found gold
+each time. But as he grew rich, he began to boast and hint that he had
+mysterious friends. One day, when the talk turned on the fairies, he
+said that he knew them right well, and that they gave him money. Robert
+Roberts thought no more of the matter until he went to the spot a week
+afterwards, one evening at dusk. When he got to the tree, and began to
+dig as usual, big stones came rolling down the bank, just missing him,
+so that he ran for his life, and never went near the place again.
+
+
+
+
+THE FAIRY OF THE DELL.
+
+In olden times fairies were sent to oppose the evil-doings of witches,
+and to destroy their power. About three hundred years ago a band of
+fairies, sixty in number, with their queen, called Queen of the Dell,
+came to Mona to oppose the evil works of a celebrated witch. The fairies
+settled by a spring, in a valley. After having blessed the spring, or
+“well”, as they called it, they built a bower just above the spring for
+the queen, placing a throne therein. Near by they built a large bower
+for themselves to live in.
+
+After that, the queen drew three circles, one within the other, on a
+nice flat grassy place by the well. When they were comfortably settled,
+the queen sent the fairies about the country to gather tidings of
+the people. They went from house to house, and everywhere heard great
+complaints against an old witch; how she had made some blind, others
+lame, and deformed others by causing a horn to grow out of their
+foreheads. When they got back to the well and told the queen, she said:
+
+“I must do something for these old people, and though the witch is very
+powerful, we must break her power.” So the next day the queen fairy sent
+word to all the bewitched to congregate upon a fixed day at the sacred
+well, just before noon.
+
+When the day came, several ailing people collected at the well. The
+queen then placed the patients in pairs in the inner ring, and the sixty
+fairies in pairs in the middle ring. Each little fairy was three feet
+and a half high, and carried a small wand in her right hand, and a bunch
+of fairy flowers--cuckoo’s boots, baby’s bells, and day’s-eyes--in her
+left hand. Then the queen, who was four feet and a half in height, took
+the outside ring. On her head was a crown of wild flowers, in her right
+hand she carried a wand, and in her left a posy of fairy flowers. At a
+signal from the queen they began marching round the rings, singing in
+chorus:
+
+  “We march round by two and two
+  The circles of the sacred well
+  That lies in the dell.”
+
+When they had walked twice round the ring singing, the queen took her
+seat upon the throne, and calling each patient to her, she touched him
+with her wand and bade him go down to the sacred well and dip his body
+into the water three times, promising that all his ills should be cured.
+As each one came forth from the spring he knelt before the queen, and
+she blessed him, and told him to hurry home and put on dry clothes. So
+that all were cured of their ills.
+
+
+
+II.
+
+Now the old witch who had worked all these evils lived near the well
+in a cottage. She had first learned witchcraft from a book called _The
+Black Art_, which a gentleman farmer had lent her when a girl. She
+progressed rapidly with her studies, and being eager to learn more, sold
+herself to the devil, who made compact with her that she should have
+full power for seven years, after which she was to become his. He gave
+her a wand that had the magic power of drawing people to her, and she
+had a ring on the grass by her house just like the fairy’s ring. As the
+seven years were drawing to a close, and her heart was savage against
+the farmer who first led her into the paths of evil knowledge, she
+determined to be revenged. One day, soon after the Fairy of the Dell
+came to live by the spring, she drew the farmer to her with her wand,
+and, standing in her ring, she lured him into it. When he crossed the
+line, she said:
+
+  “Cursed be he or she
+  That crosses my circle to see me,”
+
+and, touching him on the head and back, a horn and a tail grew from
+the spots touched. He went off in a terrible rage, but she only laughed
+maliciously. Then, as she heard of the Queen of the Dell’s good deeds,
+she repented of her evil deeds, and begged her neighbour to go to the
+queen fairy and ask her if she might come and visit her. The queen
+consented, and the old witch went down and told her everything--of the
+book, of the magic wand, of the ring, and of all the wicked deeds she
+had done.
+
+“O, you have been a bad witch,” said the queen, “but I will see what I
+can do; but you must bring me the book and the wand;” and she told the
+old witch to come on the following day a little before noon. When the
+witch came the next day with her wand and book, she found the fairies
+had built a fire in the middle ring. The queen then took her and stood
+her by the fire, for she could not trust her on the outer circle.
+
+“Now I must have more power,” said the queen to the fairies, and she
+went and sat on the throne, leaving the witch by the fire in the middle
+ring. After thinking a little, the queen said, “Now I have it,” and
+coming down from her throne muttering, she began walking round the outer
+circle, waiting for the hour of one o’clock, when all the fairies got
+into the middle circle and marched round, singing:
+
+  “At the hour of one
+  The cock shall crow one,
+  Goo! Goo! Goo!
+  I am here to tell
+  Of the sacred well
+  That lies in the dell,
+  And will conquer hell.”
+
+On the second round, they sang:
+
+  “At the hour of two
+  The cock crows two,
+  Goo! Goo! Goo!
+  I am here to tell
+  Of the sacred well
+  That lies in the dell;
+  We will conquer hell.”
+
+At the last round, they sang:
+
+  “At the hour of three
+  The cock crows three,
+  Goo! Goo! Goo!
+  I am here to tell
+  Of the sacred well
+  That lies in the dell;
+  Now I have conquered hell.”
+
+Then the queen cast the book and wand into the fire, and immediately
+the vale was rent by a thundering noise, and numbers of devils came from
+everywhere, and encircled the outer ring, but they could not pass the
+ring. Then the fairies began walking round and round, singing their
+song. When they had finished the song they heard a loud screech from
+the devils that frightened all the fairies except the queen. She was
+unmoved, and going to the fire, stirred the ashes with her wand, and saw
+that the book and wand were burnt, and then she walked thrice round the
+outer ring by herself, when she turned to the devils, and said:
+
+“I command you to be gone from our earthly home, get to your own abode.
+I take the power of casting you all from here. Begone! begone! begone!”
+ And all the devils flew up, and there was a mighty clap as of thunder,
+and the earth trembled, and the sky became overcast, and all the devils
+burst, and the sky cleared again.
+
+After this the queen put three fairies by the old witch’s side, and
+they constantly dipped their wands in the sacred spring, and touched her
+head, and she was sorely troubled and converted.
+
+“Bring the mirror,” said the queen.
+
+And the fairies brought the mirror and laid it in the middle circle, and
+they all walked round three times, chanting again the song beginning
+“At the hour of one.” When they had done this the queen stood still, and
+said:
+
+“Stand and watch to see what you can see.”
+
+And as she looked she said:
+
+  “The mirror shines unto me
+  That the witch we can see
+  Has three devils inside of she.”
+
+Immediately the witch had a fit, and the three fairies had a hard job to
+keep the three devils quiet; indeed, they could not do so, and the queen
+had to go herself with her wand, for fear the devils should burst the
+witch asunder, and she said, “Come out three evil spirits, out of thee.”
+
+And they came gnashing their teeth, and would have killed all the
+fairies, but the queen said:
+
+“Begone, begone, begone! you evil spirits, to the place of your abode,”
+ and suddenly the sky turned bright as fire, for the evil spirits were
+trying their spleen against the fairies, but the queen said, “Collect,
+collect, collect, into one fierce ball,” and the fiery sky collected
+into one ball of fire more dazzling than the sun, so that none could
+look at it except the queen, who wore a black silk mask to protect
+her eyes. Suddenly the ball burst with a terrific noise, and the earth
+trembled.
+
+“Enter into your abode, and never come down to our abode on earth any
+more,” said the queen.
+
+And the witch was herself again, and she and the queen fairy were
+immediately great friends. The witch, when she came out of the ring,
+dropped on her knee and asked the queen if she might call her the Lady
+of the Dell, and how she could serve her.
+
+“We will see about that,” said the queen.
+
+“Well, how do you live?” asked the woman who had been a witch.
+
+“Well, I’ll tell you,” said the queen. “We go at midnight and milk the
+cows, and we keep the milk, and it never grows less so long as we leave
+some in the bottom of the vessel; we must not use it all. After milking
+the cow, we rub the cow’s purse and bless it, and she gives double the
+amount of milk.”
+
+“Well, how do you get corn?”
+
+“Well, we were at the mill playing one day, and the miller came in and
+saw us, and spoke kindly to us, and offered us some flour. ‘We never
+take nothing for nothing,’ I said, so I blessed the bin: so in a few
+minutes the bin was full to the brim with flour, and I said to the
+miller, ‘Now don’t you empty the bin, but always leave a peck in it, and
+for twelve months, no matter how much you use the bin, it will always
+be full in the morning.’ Now I have told you this much, and I will tell
+further, ‘You must love your neighbour, you must love all mankind.’ Now
+here is a purse of gold, go and buy what you want, eggs, bacon, cheese,
+and get a flagon of wine and use these things freely, giving freely to
+the aged poor, and if you never finish these things, there will always
+be as much the next morning as you started with. And I shall make a
+salve for you, and you must use the water from the sacred well. That
+will be as a medicine, and people shall come from far and wide to be
+cured by you, and you shall be loved by all, and you shall be known to
+the poorest of the poor as Madame Dorothy.”
+
+And the woman did as she was told, and she became renowned for her
+medical skill, especially in childbirth, for her salve eased the pains,
+and her waters brought milk. By-and-by, she got known all over the
+island, and rich people came to her from afar, and she always made the
+rich pay, and the poor were treated free.
+
+Madame Dorothy used to see the queen fairy at times, and one day she
+asked her, “Shall we meet again?”
+
+“We cannot tell,” said the queen, “but I will give you a ring--let me
+place it on your finger--it is a magic ring worked by fairies. Whenever
+you seek to know of me, make a ring of your own, and walk round three
+times and rub the ring; if it turns bright I am alive, but if you see
+blood I am dead.”
+
+“But how can that be? You are much younger than I am.”
+
+“Oh, no! we fairies look young to the day of our death; we live to a
+great age, but die naturally of old age, for we never have any ailments,
+but still our power fades. Men fade in the flesh and power, but we fade
+only in power. I am over seventy now.”
+
+“But you look to be thirty.”
+
+“Well, we will shake hands and part, for I must go elsewhere; as I have
+no king, I do not stop in one place.”
+
+And they shook hands and parted.
+
+
+
+
+ELLEN’S LUCK.
+
+Ellen was a good girl, and beautiful to look upon. One Sunday she was
+walking by an open gutter in a town in North Wales when she found a
+copper. After that day Ellen walked every Sunday afternoon by the same
+drain, and always found a copper. She was a careful girl, and used to
+hoard her money.
+
+One day her old mother found her pile of pennies, and wished to know
+where she got them.
+
+Ellen told her, but though she walked by the gutter for many a Sunday
+after, she never found another copper.
+
+
+
+
+THE FAIRIES’ MINT.
+
+Once upon a time there was a miller, who lived in Anglesey. One day
+he noticed that some of his sacks had been moved during the night. The
+following day he felt sure that some of his grain had been disturbed,
+and, lastly, he was sure someone had been working his mill in the night
+during his absence. He confided his suspicions to a friend, and they
+determined to go the next night and watch the mill. The following night,
+at about midnight, as they approached the mill, that stood on a bare
+stony hill, they were surprised to find the mill all lit up and at work,
+the great sails turning in the black night. Creeping up softly to
+a small window, the miller looked in, and saw a crowd of little men
+carrying small bags, and emptying them into the millstones. He could not
+see, however, what was in the bags, so he crept to another window, when
+he saw golden coins coming from the mill, from the place where the flour
+usually ran out.
+
+Immediately the miller went to the mill door, and, putting his key into
+the lock, he unlocked the door; and as he did so the lights went out
+suddenly, and the mill stopped working. As he and his friend went into
+the dark mill they could hear sounds of people running about, but by
+the time they lit up the mill again there was nobody to be seen, but
+scattered all about the millstones and on the floor were cockle-shells.
+
+After that, many persons who passed the mill at midnight said they saw
+the mill lit up and working; but the old miller left the fairies alone
+to coin their money.
+
+
+
+
+THE PELLINGS.
+
+In a meadow belonging to Ystrad, bounded by the river which falls from
+Cwellyn Lake, they say the fairies used to assemble, and dance in fair
+moonlight nights. One evening a young man, who was the heir and occupier
+of this farm, hid himself in a thicket close to the spot where they used
+to gambol. Presently they appeared, and when in their merry mood, out
+he bounced from his covert, and seized one of their females; the rest
+of the company dispersed themselves, and disappeared in an instant.
+Disregarding her struggles and screams, he hauled her to his home, where
+he treated her so very kindly that she became contented to live with him
+as his maid-servant, but he could not prevail upon her to tell him her
+name. Some time after, happening again to see the fairies upon the same
+spot, he heard one of them saying, “The last time we met here our sister
+Penelope was snatched away from us by one of the mortals.” Rejoiced at
+knowing the name of his incognita, he returned home; and as she was
+very beautiful and extremely active, he proposed to marry her, which she
+would not for a long time consent to; at last, however, she complied,
+but on this condition, “That if ever he should strike her with iron, she
+would leave him, and never return to him again.” They lived happy for
+many years together, and he had by her a son and a daughter; and by
+her industry and prudent management as a housewife he became one of the
+richest men in the country. He farmed, besides his own freehold, all the
+lands on the north side of Nant y Bettws to the top of Snowdon, and
+all Cwm brwynog in Llanberis, an extent of about five thousand acres or
+upwards.
+
+Unfortunately, one day Penelope followed her husband into the field to
+catch a horse, and he, being in a rage at the animal as he ran away from
+him, threw at him the bridle that was in his hand, which unluckily fell
+on poor Penelope. She disappeared in an instant, and he never saw her
+afterwards, but heard her voice in the window of his room one night
+after, requesting him to take care of the children, in these words:--
+
+  “Rhag bod anwyd ar fy mâb,
+  Yn rhodd rhowch arno gôb ei dâd:
+  Rhag bod anwyd ar liw’r cann,
+  Rhoddwch arni bais ei mam.”
+
+That is,
+
+  “Oh! lest my son should suffer cold,
+  Him in his father’s coat infold:
+  Lest cold should seize my darling fair,
+  For her, her mother’s robe prepare.”
+
+These children and their descendants they say were called Pellings [1],
+a word corrupted from their mother’s name Penelope.
+
+[1] In England we frequently meet with the surname Pilling and Billing;
+it might have happened, that a man had met with an English woman of that
+name, and had married her, and, as is usual in brides, she might have
+been, though married, called by her maiden name, and the appellation
+might have been continued to her posterity.--_Authors Note_.
+
+The name Billing and Belling is the family name of one of the oldest
+Cornish (Keltic) families--a fact that suggests other possibilities.--P.
+H. E.
+
+
+
+
+THE LONG-LIVED ANCESTORS.
+
+The Eagle of Gwernabwy had been long married to his female, and had by
+her many children; she died, and he continued a long time a widower; but
+at length be proposed a marriage with the Owl of Cwm Cwmlwyd; but afraid
+of her being young, so as to have children by her, and thereby degrade
+his own family, he first of all went to inquire about her age amongst
+the aged of the world. Accordingly he applied to the Stag of Rhedynfre,
+whom he found lying close to the trunk of an old oak, and requested to
+know the Owl’s age.
+
+“I have seen,” said the Stag, “this oak an acorn, which is now fallen
+to the ground through age, without either bark or leaves, and never
+suffered any hurt or strain except from my rubbing myself against it
+once a day, after getting up on my legs; but I never remember to have
+seen the Owl you mention younger or older than she seems to be at
+this day. But there is one older than I am, and that is the Salmon of
+Glynllifon.”
+
+The Eagle then applied to the Salmon for the age of the Owl. The Salmon
+answered, “I am as many years old as there are scales upon my skin, and
+particles of spawn within my belly; yet never saw I the Owl you mention
+but the same in appearance. But there is one older than I am, and that
+is the Blackbird of Cilgwri.”
+
+The Eagle next repaired to the Blackbird of Cilgwri, whom he found
+perched upon a small stone, and enquired of him the Owl’s age.
+
+“Dost thou see this stone upon which I sit,” said the Blackbird, “which
+is now no bigger than what a man can carry in his hand? I have seen this
+very stone of such weight as to be a sufficient load for a hundred oxen
+to draw, which has suffered neither rubbing nor wearing, save that I rub
+my bill on it once every evening, and touch the tips of my wings on it
+every morning, when I expand them to fly; yet I have not seen the Owl
+either older or younger than she appears to be at this day. But there is
+one older than I am, and that is the Frog of Mochno Bog, and if he does
+not know her age, there is not a creature living that does know it.”
+
+The Eagle went last of all to the Frog and desired to know the Owl’s
+age. He answered, “I never ate anything but the dust from the spot which
+I inhabit, and that very sparingly, and dost thou see these great hills
+that surround and overawe this bog where I lie? They are formed only
+of the excrements from my body since I have inhabited this place, yet I
+never remember to have seen the Owl but an old hag, making that
+hideous noise, Too, hoo, hoo! always frightening the children in the
+neighbourhood.”
+
+So the Eagle of Gwernabwy, the Stag of Rhedynfre, the Salmon of
+Glynllifon, the Blackbird of Cilgwri, the Frog of Mochno Bog, and the
+Owl of Cwm Cawlwyd are the oldest creatures in the whole world!
+
+
+
+
+THE GIANTESS’S APRON-FULL.
+
+A huge giant, in company with his wife, travelling towards the island of
+Mona, with an intention of settling amongst the first inhabitants that
+had removed there, and having been informed that there was but a narrow
+channel which divided it from the continent, took up two large stones,
+one under each arm, to carry with him as a preparatory for making a
+bridge over this channel, and his lady had her apron filled with small
+stones for the same purpose; but, meeting a man on this spot with a
+large parcel of old shoes on his shoulders, the giant asked him how far
+it was to Mona. The man replied, that it was so far, that he had worn
+out those shoes in travelling from Mona to that place. The giant on
+hearing this dropped down the stones, one on each side of him, where
+they now stand upright, about a hundred yards or more distant from each
+other; the space between them was occupied by this Goliah’s body.
+His mistress at the same time opened her apron, and dropped down the
+contents of it, which formed this heap.
+
+
+
+
+GWRGAN FARFDRWCH’S FABLE.
+
+Hear me, O ye Britons! On the top of a high rock in Arvon there stood
+a goat, which a lion perceiving from the valley below, addressed her in
+this manner:--
+
+“My dearest neighbour, why preferrest thou that dry barren rock to
+feed on? Come down to this charming valley, where thou mayest feed
+luxuriously upon all sorts of dainties, amongst flowers in shady groves,
+made fruitful by meandering brooks.”
+
+“I am much obliged to you, master,” replied the goat; “perhaps you mean
+well, and tell me the truth, but you have very bad neighbours, whom I
+do not like to trust, and those are your teeth, so, with your leave, I
+prefer staying where I am.”
+
+
+
+
+THE STORY OF THE PIG-TROUGH.
+
+In the beginning of the century, Hughes went as military substitute for
+a farmer’s son. He got £80, a watch, and a suit of clothes. His mother
+was loath to let him go, and when he joined his regiment, she followed
+him from Amlych to Pwlheli to try and buy him off. He would not hear of
+it. “Mother,” he said, “the whole of Anglesey would not keep me, I want
+to be off, and see the world.”
+
+The regiment was quartered in Edinboro’, and Hughes married the daughter
+of the burgess with whom he was billeted. Thence, leaving a small son,
+as hostage to the grandparents, they went to Ireland, and Hughes and his
+wife were billeted on a pork-butcher’s family in Dublin. One day, the
+mother of the pork-butcher, an old granny, told them she had seen the
+fairies.
+
+“Last night, as I was abed, I saw a bright, bright light come in, and
+afterwards a troop of little angels. They danced all over my bed, and
+they played and sang music--oh! the sweetest music ever I heard. I lay
+and watched them and listened. By-and-bye the light went out and the
+music stopped, and I saw them no more. I regretted the music very much.
+But directly after another smaller light appeared, and a tall dark man
+came up to my bed, and with something in his hand he tapped me on the
+temple; it felt like some one drawing a sharp pin across my temple then
+he went too. In the morning my pillow was covered with blood. I thought
+and thought, and then I knew I had moved the pig’s trough and must have
+put it in the fairies’ path and the fairies were angered, and the king
+of the fairies had punished me for it.” She moved the trough back to its
+old place the next day, and received no more visits from the wee folk.
+
+
+
+
+BILLY DUFFY AND THE DEVIL.
+
+Billy Duffy was an Irishman, a blacksmith, and a drunkard. He had the
+Keltic aversion from steady work, and stuck to his forge only long
+enough to get money for drink; when that was spent, he returned to work.
+
+Billy was coming home one day after one of these drinking-bouts, soberer
+than usual, when he exclaimed to himself, for the thirst was upon him,
+“By God! I would sell myself to the devil if I could get some more
+drink.”
+
+At that moment a tall gentleman in black stepped up to him, and said,
+“What did you say?”
+
+“I said I would sell myself to the devil if I could get a drink.”
+
+“Well, how much do you want for seven years, and the devil to get you
+then?”
+
+“Well, I can’t tell exactly, when it comes to the push.”
+
+“Will £700 do you?”
+
+“Yes; I’d take £700.”
+
+“And the devil to get you then?”
+
+“Oh, yes; I don’t care about that.”
+
+When Billy got home he found the money in his smithy. He at once shut
+the smithy, and began squandering the money, keeping open house.
+
+Amongst the people who flocked to get what they could out of Billy came
+an old hermit, who said, “I am very hungry, and nearly starved. Will you
+give me something to eat and drink?”
+
+“Oh, yes; come in and get what you like.”
+
+The hermit disappeared, after eating and drinking, and did not reappear
+for several months, when he received the same kindly welcome, again
+disappearing. A few months afterwards he again appeared.
+
+“Come in, come in!” said Billy.
+
+After he had eaten and drunk his full, the hermit said to Billy: “Well,
+three times have you been good and kind to me. I’ll give you three
+wishes, and whatever you wish will be sure to come true.”
+
+“I must have time to consider,” said Billy.
+
+“Oh, you shall have plenty of time to consider, and mind they are good
+wishes.”
+
+Next morning Billy told the hermit he was ready. “Well, go on; be sure
+they’re good wishes,” said the hermit.
+
+“Well, I’ve got a big sledge-hammer in the smithy, and I wish whoever
+gets hold of that hammer shall go on striking the anvil, and never break
+it, till I tell him to stop.”
+
+“Oh, that’s a bad wish, Billy.”
+
+“Oh, no; you’ll see it’s good. Next thing I wish for is a purse so that
+no one can take out whatever I put into it.”
+
+“Oh, Billy, Billy! that’s a bad wish. Be careful now about the third
+wish,” said the hermit.
+
+“Well, I have got an armchair upstairs, and I wish that whoever may sit
+in that armchair will never be able to get up till I let them.”
+
+“Well, well, indeed; they are not very good wishes.”
+
+“Oh, yes; I’ve got my senses about me. I think I’ll make them good
+wishes, after all.”
+
+The seven years, all but three days, had passed, and Billy was back
+working at his forge, for all his money was gone, when the dark
+gentleman stepped in and said:
+
+“Now, Billy, during these last three days you may have as much money as
+you like,” and he disappeared.
+
+On the last day of his seven years Billy was penniless, and he went to
+the taproom of his favourite inn, which was full.
+
+“Well, boys,” said Billy, “we must have some money to-night. I’ll treat
+you, and give you a pound each,” and rising, he placed his tumbler in
+the middle of the table, and wished for twenty pounds. No sooner had
+he wished than a ball of fire came through the ceiling, and the twenty
+sovereigns fell into the tumbler. Everyone was taken aback, and there
+was a noise as if a bomb had burst, and the fireball disappeared, and
+rolled down the garden path, the landlord following it. After this
+they each drank what they liked, and Billy gave them a sovereign apiece
+before he went home.
+
+The next morning he was in his smithy making a pair of horseshoes, when
+the devil came in and said:
+
+“Well, Billy, I’ll want you this morning.”
+
+“Yes; all right. Take hold of this sledge-hammer, and give me a few
+hammers till I finish this job before I go.”
+
+So the devil seized the hammer and began striking the anvil, but he
+couldn’t stop.
+
+So Billy laughed, and locked him in, and was away three days. During
+this time the people collected round the smithy, and peeped through the
+cracks in the shutter, for they could hear the hammer going night and
+day.
+
+At the end of three days Billy returned and opened the door, and the
+devil said, “Oh, Billy, you’ve played a fine trick to me; let me go.”
+
+“What are you going to give me if I let you go?”
+
+“Seven years more, twice the money, and two days’ grace for wishing for
+what you like.”
+
+The devil paid his money and disappeared, and Billy shut the smithy and
+took to gambling and drinking, so that at the end of seven years he was
+without a penny, and working again in his smithy.
+
+On the last night of the seven years he went to his favourite
+public-house again, and wished for five pounds.
+
+After he wished, a little man entered and spat the sovereigns into the
+tumbler, and they all drank all night.
+
+Next morning Billy went back to his smithy. The devil, who had grown
+suspicious, turned himself into a sovereign and appeared on the floor.
+Billy seized the sovereign and clapped it into his purse. Then he took
+his purse and lay it upon the anvil, and began to beat it with his
+sledge-hammer, when the devil began to call out, “Spare my poor limbs,
+spare my poor limbs!”
+
+“How much now if I let you go?” asked Billy
+
+“Seven more years, three times the money, and one day in which to wish
+for what you like.”
+
+Billy took the sovereign out of his purse and threw it away, when he
+found his money in the smithy.
+
+Billy carried on worse than ever; gambled and drank and raced,
+squandering it all before his seven years was gone. On the last day of
+his term he went to his favourite inn as usual and wished for a tumbler
+full of sovereigns. A little man with a big head, a big nose, and big
+mouth, a little body, and little legs, with clubbed feet and a forked
+tail, brought them in and put them in the tumbler. The drunkards in the
+room got scared when they saw the little man, for he looked all glowing
+with fire as he danced on the table. When he finished, he said, “Billy,
+to-morrow morning our compact is up.”
+
+“I know it, old boy, I know it, old boy!” said Billy. Then the devil ran
+out and disappeared, and the people began to question Billy:
+
+“What is that? I think it is you, Mister Duffy, he is after.”
+
+“Oh, it is nothing at all,” said Billy.
+
+“I should think there was something,” said the man.
+
+“I am afraid my house will get a bad name,” croaked the landlord.
+
+“Not in the least! You are only a coward,” said Billy.
+
+“But in the name of God, what is it all about?” asked an old man.
+
+“Oh, you’ll see by-and-bye,” said Billy; “it is nothing at all.”
+
+Next morning Billy went to his smithy, but the devil would not come near
+it.
+
+So he went to his house, and began to quarrel with his wife, and whilst
+he was quarrelling the devil walked in and said:
+
+“Well, Mr. Duffy, I am ready for you.”
+
+“Ah, yes; just sit down and wait a minute or two. I have some papers I
+want to put to rights before I go.”
+
+So the devil sat down in the arm-chair, and Billy went to the smithy and
+heated a pair of tongs red-hot, and coming back, he got the devil by the
+nose, and pulled it out as though it had been soft iron. And the devil
+began yelling, but he could not move, and Billy kept drawing the nose
+out till it was long enough to reach over the window, when he put an
+old bell-topper on the end of it. And the devil yelled, and snorted fire
+from his nose.
+
+The whole of the village crowded round Billy’s, house--at a safe
+distance--calling out, “Billy and the devil! The devil and Billy Duffy!”
+
+The devil got awful savage, and blackguarded Billy Duffy terribly; but
+it was useless. Billy kept him there for days, till he got civil and
+said:
+
+“Mr. Duffy, what will you let me go for?”
+
+“Only one thing: I am to live the rest of my life without you, and have
+as much gold as I like.”
+
+The devil agreed, so Billy let him go; and immediately he grew rich. He
+lived to a good old age squandering money all the time, but at last he
+died and when he got to the gates of hell the clerk said “Who are you?”
+ “Billy Duffy,” said he. And when the devil, who was standing near,
+heard, he said:
+
+“Good God! bar the gates and double-lock them for if this Billy Duffy
+the blacksmith gets in he will ruin us all.”
+
+Old Billy saw a pair of red-hot tongs, which he picked up, and seized
+the devil by the nose. When the devil pulled back his head he left a
+red-hot bit of his nose in the tongs.
+
+Then Billy Duffy went up to the gates of heaven and St. Peter asked him
+who he was.
+
+“Billy Duffy the blacksmith,” he answered.
+
+“No admittance! You are a bold, bad man,” said St. Peter.
+
+“Good God! what will I do?” said Billy, and he went back to the earth,
+where he and the piece of the devil’s nose melted into a ball of fire,
+and he roves the earth till this day as a will-o’-the-wisp.
+
+
+
+
+THE STORY OF JOHN 0’ GROATS.
+
+He was an old seaman, with weather-beaten face and black eyes, that had
+looked upon many lands and many sights.
+
+“Well, indeed, I’ll tell you about Johnny Groats as it was told to me
+one night in the trades,” he said, blowing a whiff of smoke from his
+wheezy pipe.
+
+“Well, in olden times there was a rich lord, who owned all the property
+looking on to the Pentlands--an awful place in bad weather; indeed, in
+any weather.
+
+“He was a lone man, for his wife was dead, and his son had turned out to
+be a rake and a spendthrift, spending all his substance upon harlots and
+entertainments.
+
+“Now this lord had a factor, by name John o’ Scales, a stingy, cunning
+man, who robbed his master all he could during the week, and prayed hard
+for forgiveness on the Sabbath.
+
+“The lord, who was getting very old, was much grieved on account of his
+son’s behaviour. ‘He’ll spend everything when I am gone, and the estates
+will go into other hands,’ the old man said to himself.”
+
+        *       *       *       *       *
+
+“One fine morning in summer the factor received orders to build a hut by
+the sea, and plant bushes and trees round about it. ‘But don’t make
+the door to fit close; leave the space of a foot at the bottom, so the
+leaves can blow in, for I want the hut to shoot sea-fowl as they flight,
+and it is cold standing on the bare ground,’ said the old man.
+
+“The factor carried out his master’s instructions, but not without
+suspicion of ulterior motives on his master’s part. However, when he saw
+my lord shooting the birds and stuffing many of them his suspicions
+were allayed, and the factor thought that, after all, though his master
+wanted the hut for flight-shooting, still he must be getting softening
+of the brain, for it was very eccentric that he should take up this new
+hobby in his old age.
+
+“So the old lord was never disturbed in his hut by curious and ill-timed
+visits.
+
+“After a time the lord died, and was laid with his fathers, the prodigal
+inheriting the property.
+
+“The old castle was then the scene of perpetual feastings and card
+parties, so that in a few years the property was heavily mortgaged, the
+old factor advancing the money.
+
+“Things went apace, until one day the factor informed the young
+spendthrift that he had spent everything, and the estates were no longer
+his, so he gave him a few pounds, and turned him out.
+
+“When the news spread round the countryside his old friends began to
+drop off, until at last the spendthrift found every door closed against
+him.
+
+“When he had spent his last penny, the prodigal thought of the key which
+his father had given him, saying, ‘When you have spent everything, take
+this key, and go to the hut.’
+
+“But he had lost the key long before.
+
+“Nevertheless, he went to the hut. It had a deserted appearance, being
+overgrown with moss and lichens.
+
+“He managed to squeeze himself under the door, and when he stood up he
+saw a rope, with a noose hanging from the centre of the roof. Pursuing
+his investigations, he found a parchment nailed to the back of the door,
+and in one corner stood an old three-legged stool. There was nothing
+else in the damp, mouldy room, so he began to read the parchment.
+
+“‘Thou art come to beggary; end thy miserable existence, for it is thy
+father’s wish,’ he read.
+
+“He was dazed, and looked from the parchment to the rope, and from the
+rope to the parchment, saying to himself: ‘Well, I have come to that, I
+must follow my father’s wish.’
+
+“So he got the stool and put it under the noose, and standing upon it,
+adjusted the rope with trembling fingers round his neck, when he said,
+hoarsely: ‘Father, I do thy bidding,’ and he kicked the stool from under
+him.
+
+“Immediately he heard a crash, and found himself lying upon the leaves,
+with a feeling that his neck had been jerked off. However, he soon
+recovered, and, taking the noose from his neck, he looked up and saw an
+open trap-door in the ceiling. Placing the stool beneath the opening,
+he got on to it, and lifted himself through the trap-door, when he found
+himself in a loft, a parchment nailed to the wall facing him, and on
+the parchment was written, ‘This has been prepared, for your end was
+foreseen, and your foolish father buried three chests of gold one foot
+below the surface of the floor of the hut. Go and take it and buy back
+your estate: marry, and beget an heir.’
+
+“‘Good God! is this a ghastly joke?’ said the prodigal. But the words
+looked truthful; so he tore down the parchment, dropped through the
+trap-door, shut it, and readjusted the rope. He left the hut and
+borrowed a pick and shovel, and returning to the hut, he began to dig,
+and found one chest full of gold. When he made this discovery he closed
+the chest, filled in the hole, and spread leaves over the spot. He then
+ran off to his father’s best friend, and told him of his good luck. They
+then called in two other friends, and consulted together how the old
+lord’s wish was best to be carried out. ‘I’ll tell you,’ said his
+father’s oldest friend. ‘Mr. John o’ Scales gives a great dinner party
+once a month, and three of us here are invited as usual. You must come
+in in the middle of dinner in your ordinary beggar clothes and beg
+humbly for some food, when he will give orders to have you turned out.
+Then you must begin to call him a liar and a thief, and accuse him of
+robbing your father and yourself of your inheritance. You’ll see he’ll
+get angry, and offer to let you have it back.’
+
+“So the prodigal dug up the chests, and carted the money away in canvas
+bags, storing it at his friend’s house.”
+
+        *       *       *       *       *
+
+“When the night of the dinner party came, the prodigal drove up to the
+castle in a cart filled with canvas bags. Jumping off his seat by the
+driver, he went into the feast in his beggar’s clothes, and going up to
+the host, he begged humbly for some food.
+
+“‘Go from this house! What business have you here?’ asked the host.
+
+“Most of the gentlemen and ladies began to frown upon him, and murmur
+against him, as he walked to the lady of the house and begged her to
+give him some food, but she replied:
+
+“‘Oh, thou spendthrift! thou fool of fools! if all fools were hanged, as
+they ought to be, you’d be the first.’
+
+“Then the beggar’s countenance changed, a deep flush of anger overspread
+his features, and drawing himself up to his full height, he said, with
+solemn voice, addressing the host:
+
+“‘Thou hast robbed my father all the days of his life, and thou hast
+robbed the orphan. May the curse of God be upon you!’
+
+“The host grew furious; then he looked ashamed, and shouted angrily:
+
+“‘Bring me £40,000, and you shall have your estate back. I never robbed
+you, but you lost your inheritance by your own follies.’
+
+“‘Gentlemen,’ said the beggar, ‘I take you all to witness that this
+thief says I can have my estate back for £40,000.’
+
+“The people murmured, and the three friends said: ‘We are witnesses.’
+
+“The beggar ran out into the night, and returned with a man laden with
+sacks, and they began to count out £40,000 upon a side-table, where a
+haunch of venison still smoked.
+
+“When they had counted out the money, the beggar said:
+
+“‘There is your £40,000; sign this receipt.’
+
+“The amazed factor drew back, when the three friends said:
+
+“‘You must sign; you are a gentleman of your word, of course.’
+
+“Mechanically John o’ Scales signed the paper.
+
+“‘And now,’ said the former beggar, ‘leave my house at once, with your
+wife--you coward! you cur! You robbed my father, and then cheated me
+when I was a spendthrift. Begone, and may your name be accursed in the
+land!’
+
+“And the son turned all out except his three friends.
+
+“In a few months he married the daughter of one of his friends; but
+he never gambled again, only entertaining his three friends and their
+families, who came and went as they liked.
+
+“And from that day John o’ Scales was called John o’ Groats.”
+
+
+
+
+EVA’S LUCK.
+
+As black-eyed, black-haired Eva Sauvet was walking one day in Jersey she
+saw a lozenge-marked snake, whereupon she ran away frightened.
+
+When she got home and told her mother, the old woman said:
+
+“Well, child, next time you see the snake give it your handkerchief.”
+
+The next day Eva went out with beating heart, and ere long she saw
+the snake come gliding out from the bushes, so she threw down her
+handkerchief, for she was too frightened to hand it to the snake.
+
+The snake’s eyes gleamed and twinkled, and taking the handkerchief into
+his fangs, he made off to an old ruin, whither Eva followed.
+
+But when they got to the ruin the snake disappeared, and Eva ran home to
+tell her mother.
+
+Next day, Père Sauvet and some men went to the ruin, where Eva showed
+the hole where the snake had disappeared.
+
+Old Père Sauvet lit a fire, and smoked the snake out, killing it with a
+stick as it glided over the stones.
+
+After that they dug out the hole, when they found the handkerchief.
+Digging still further along, they came upon a hollow place, at the
+bottom of which they found a lot of gold.
+
+
+
+
+THE FISHERMEN OF SHETLAND.
+
+There was a snug little cove in one of the Shetland Islands. At the
+head of the cove stood a fishing hamlet, containing some twenty huts. In
+these huts lived the fisher-folk, ruled by one man--the chief--who was
+the father of two beautiful daughters.
+
+Now these fishermen for some years had been very lucky, for a fairy
+queen and her fairies had settled there, and she had given her power
+over to a merman, who was the chief of a large family of mermaids. The
+fairy queen had made the merman a belt of sea-weed, which he always wore
+round his body. The merman used to turn the water red, green, and white,
+at noon each day, so that the fishermen knew that if they cast their
+nets into the coloured waters they would make good hauls.
+
+Amongst these fishermen were two brave brothers, who courted the chief’s
+daughters, but the old man would not let them get married until they
+became rich men.
+
+Whenever the fishermen went off in the boats the merman was used to sit
+on a rock, and watch them fishing.
+
+Close by the hamlet was a great wood, in which lived a wicked old witch
+and a dwarf.
+
+Now this witch wished to get possession of the merman’s belt, and so
+gain the fairy’s power. Telling her scheme to the dwarf, she said to
+him:
+
+“Now you must trap the merman when he is sitting on the rocks watching
+the fishing fleet. But I must change you into a bee, when you must
+suck of the juice in this magic basin, then fly off and alight on the
+merman’s head, when he will fall asleep.”
+
+So the dwarf agreed, and it happened as she had said; and the merman
+fell asleep, and the dwarf stole the belt and brought it to the witch.
+
+“Now you must wear the belt,” said the witch to the dwarf, “and you will
+have the power and the fairy will lose her power.”
+
+They then translated the sleeping merman to the forest and laid him
+before the hut, when the witch got a copper vessel, saying:
+
+“We must bury him in this.”
+
+Then she got the magic pot, and told the dwarf to take a ladleful of
+the fluid in the pot, and pour it over the merman, which he did, and
+immediately the merman turned into smoke, that settled in the copper
+vessel. Then they sealed the copper vessel tightly.
+
+“Now take this vessel, and heave it into the sea fifty miles from the
+land,” said the witch, and the dwarf did as he was bid.
+
+“Now we’ll starve those old fishermen out this winter,” said the witch;
+and it happened as she had said--they could catch nothing.
+
+In the spring the queen fairy came to one of the young fishermen who was
+courting one of the chief’s daughters, and said:
+
+“You must venture for the sake of your love, and for the lives of the
+fishermen, or you will all starve--but I will be with you. Will you run
+the risk?”
+
+“I will,” said the brave fisherman.
+
+“Well, the dwarf has got my belt, he stole it from the merman, and so I
+have lost power over the world for twelve months and a day; but if you
+get back the belt I can settle the witch; if not, you will all starve
+and catch no fish.”
+
+So the bold fisherman agreed to try.
+
+“Now I must transform you into a bear, and you’ll have to watch the
+witch and the dwarf, and take your chance of getting the belt; and you
+must watch where he hides his treasure, for he is using the belt as a
+means to get gold, which he hides in a cave.”
+
+And so the sailor was turned into a bear, and he went to the wood and
+watched the dwarf, and saw that he hid his treasure in a cave in some
+crags.
+
+The bear had been given the power of making himself invisible, by
+sitting on his haunches and rubbing his ears with his paws.
+
+One night, when it was very boisterous, the bear felt like going to see
+his sweetheart. So he went, and knocked at the door. The girl opened the
+door, and shrieked when she saw the bear.
+
+“Oh, let him in,” said her old mother.
+
+So the bear came in and asked for shelter from the storm, for he could
+speak.
+
+And he went and sat by the fire, and asked his sweetheart to brush the
+snow from his coat, which she did.
+
+“I won’t do you any harm,” he said; “let me sleep by the fire.”
+
+He came again the next night, and they gave him some gruel, and played
+with him; for he was just like a dog.
+
+So he came every night until the springtime, when, one morning, as he
+was going away, he said:
+
+“You mustn’t expect me any more. Spring has come, and the snows have
+melted. I can’t come again till the summer is over.”
+
+So he returned to the wood and watched the dwarf, but he could never
+catch him without his belt, until one day he saw him fishing for salmon
+without the belt, and at the same time his sweetheart and her sister
+came by picking flowers.
+
+So the bear went up to the dwarf, and the dwarf, when he saw him coming,
+said:
+
+“Ah! good bear! good bear! let me go. These two girls will be a more
+dainty morsel for you.”
+
+But the bear smote him with his paw and killed him, and immediately the
+bear was turned into his former self, and the girls ran up and kissed
+him, and talked.
+
+Then he took the two girls to the dwarf’s cave, and gave each of them a
+bag of treasure, keeping one for himself. And taking the belt, he put it
+on, and they all walked back to the hamlet, when he told the fishermen
+that their troubles would soon be over--but that he must kill the witch
+first.
+
+Then he turned the belt three times, and said:
+
+“I wish for the queen fairy.”
+
+And she came, and was delighted, and said: “Now you must come and slay
+the witch,” and she handed him a bow and arrow, telling him to use it
+right and tight when he got to the hut.
+
+So he went off to the wood, and found the witch in her hut, and she
+begged for mercy.
+
+“Oh no, you have done too much mischief,” he said, and he shot her.
+
+Then the queen fairy appeared, and sent him to gather dry wood to make
+a fire. When the fire was made she sent him to fetch the witch’s wand,
+which she cast into the flames, saying:
+
+“Now, mark my word, all the devils of hell will be here.”
+
+And when the wand began to burn all the devils came and tried to snatch
+it from the fire, but the queen raised her wand, saying:
+
+  “Through this powerful wand
+  that I hold in my hand,
+  Through this bow and arrow
+  I have caused her to be slain,
+  That she may leave our domain.
+  Now take her up high
+  into the sky,
+  And let her burst asunder
+  as a clap of thunder.
+  Then take her to hell
+  and there let her dwell,
+  To all eternity.”
+
+And the wand was burnt, and the devils carried the witch off in a noise
+like thunder.
+
+The twelve months were up on that day, and the fairy said to the
+fisherman:
+
+“Take your chief and your brother, and put out to sea half-a-mile, where
+you’ll see a red spot, bright as the sun on the water; cast in your net
+on the sea-side of the spot, and pull to the shore.”
+
+They did as the queen commanded, and when they pulled the net on the
+shore they found the copper vessel.
+
+“Now open it,” said the queen to the fisherman with the belt, “but cover
+your belt with your coat first.”
+
+And he did so, and when he opened the copper a ball of smoke rose into
+the air, and suddenly the merman stood before them, and said:
+
+  “The first four months that I was in prison,
+  I swore I’d make the man as rich as a king,
+  The man who released me.
+  But there was no release, no release, no release.
+
+  The second four months that I was in prison,
+  I swore I’d make the water run red,
+  But there was no release, no release, no release.
+
+  The last four months that I was in prison,
+  I swore in my wrath I’d take my deliverer’s life,
+  Whoever he might be.”
+
+Whereupon the fisherman opened his coat and showed him the belt. Then
+the merman immediately cooled down, and said:
+
+“Oh, that’s how I came into this trouble.”
+
+Then he asked the fisherman with the belt what had happened, and he told
+him the whole story.
+
+Then the queen told the fisherman to take the girdle off and put it back
+on the merman, and he did so; and suddenly the merman took to the sea,
+and began to sing from a rock:
+
+  _“As I sit upon the rock,
+  I am like a statue block,
+  And I straighten my hair,
+  That is so long and fair.
+  And now my eyes look bright,
+  For I am in great delight,
+  Because I am free in glee,
+  To roam over the sea.”_
+
+After that the hamlet was joyful again, for the fishermen began to catch
+plenty of fish; for the merman showed them where to cast their nets, by
+colouring the water as of old.
+
+And the two brothers married the chief’s two beautiful daughters, and
+they lived happily ever afterwards.
+
+
+
+
+THE PASTOR’S NURSE.
+
+Mon père était très jeune encore quand il est entré au saint ministère
+et qu’il fut nommé pasteur à Hambach, village de la Lorraine. L’endroit
+était assez grand, mais de peu de ressources, et il était heureux de
+trouver quelqu’un qui, dans son inexpérience et loin de sa famille,
+fut capable de lui aider à fonder sa maison, selon les usages et les
+traditions d’un bon presbytère.
+
+C’est Madame Catherine Reeb, personne d’un âge mûr, dont le mari avait
+été instituteur, mais qui d’une nature mécontente et orgueilleuse, se
+croyait au-dessus de sa sphère, et faisait sentir à sa pauvre femme, qui
+l’aimait d’un dévouement admirable, toutes les tortures que l’égoïsme
+peut inventer. Elle se donna à peine le nécessaire pour procurer à son
+seigneur et mâitre tous les soins que sa supériorité imaginaire pouvait
+exiger, et pourtant il ne fut jamais content, et un beau jour
+disparut, sans qu’on pût retrouver ses traces. La pauvre Catherine fut
+inconsolable, mais ne perdit pas l’espoir qu’un jour son mari ne revînt,
+chargé de tous les honneurs, qu’elle aussi, bonne âme crédule, lui
+croyait dûs.
+
+C’est dans ces conditions qu’elle vint tenir le ménage de mon père, elle
+le fit avec beaucoup de tact et de douceur, mais tout en elle respirait
+la tristesse, l’abandon. Quand, après quelques années, mon père se
+maria, Catherine continua son activité dans la maison, mais avec son bon
+sens naturel, en référa la responsabilité à sa jeune maîtresse, qu’elle
+aimait beaucoup.
+
+Ma mère chercha par bien des moyens à la distraire de son chagrin. Elle
+devint plus gaie, quand elle nous raconta des histoires et fit des jeux
+avec nous. Nos parents se faisaient un plaisir de l’observer parfois
+quand elle ne s’endouta pas, se disant: “Voilà ce qu’il fallait à notre
+vieille Catherine, ce sont les enfants qui lui ont porté l’oubli.”
+
+Mais cela ne devait pas durer bien longtemps. Elle redevint peu à peu
+silencieuse, et ses profonds soupirs ne prouvèrent que trop que l’oubli
+du triste passé n’était qu’à la surfaçe; ses manières taciturnes et les
+manifestations d’une secrète inquiétude commençaient même à troubler
+mes parents, et mon père essaya par beaucoup de bonté à la persuader
+d’accepter les épreuves de sa vie comme venant de Dieu. Elle pleura
+beaucoup et s’efforça de se gagner un peu de calme, mais sans fruit.
+
+Un beau jour elle vint trouver mon père et lui dit: “Mon cher maître,
+aidez-moi a exécuter mon projet, et surtout n’essayez pas de m’en
+dissuader. Je suis décidée à aller à la recherche de mon mari; je sais
+qu’il a besoin de moi, il m’appelle, et je vais partir. Procurez-moi les
+papiers et certificats nècessaires à cette entreprise, afin que je ne
+sois pas inquiétée par le police. J’irai où mes pieds me conduiront,
+je ne sais où je le retrouverai, mais je sais que je le reverrai. Je
+marcherai de jour, et de nuit je me logerai dans une auberge ou une
+ferme, et je vous donnerai de mes nouvelles.”
+
+Mon père voyait qu’il ne pouvait ébranler sa résolution, fit ce qu’elle
+lui demanda, pourvoyant tant que possible aux besoins de la route, et
+c’est le coeur gros de sinistres présages que mes parents virent partir
+leur bonne et fidèle servante. Quand je lui dis: “Tu ne nous aimes
+donc plus, puisque tu pars?” elle m’embrassa en pleurant, et dit, “Je
+reviendrai!” Il y avait alors vingt ans depuis la disparition de son
+mari, pendant lesquel elle avait soigneusement entretenu son ménage dans
+une petite maison qui lui, appartenait.
+
+Elle partit donc, ainsi qu’elle l’avait dit; marchant de jour et se
+reposant de nuit, se dirigeant vers la Prusse.
+
+Elle fut absente sans que nous eussions de ses nouvelles pendant au-delà
+d’un mois quand un jour le facteur apporte une lettre à mon père de la
+part d’un collègue inconnu d’un village de la Prusse, qui lui dit: “Une
+femme de respectable apparence, munie de certificats identifiant ses
+dires, est venue me prier de procéder à l’humation de son mari qu’elle
+a trouvé mort dans un bois du village voisin. L’autorité municipale a
+comparé les papiers trouvés dans les poches de l’inconnu et a constaté
+qu’ils sont en rapport avec ceux que la femme Reeb porte sur elle, et
+sur ce fait, et voyant que l’homme était mort sans violence, a laissé
+ses restes à elle qui se dit sa veuve et qui lui a rendu les derniers
+honneurs au cimetière de notre village.”
+
+Inutile de décrire la surprise de mes parents à la reception de cette
+lettre, qui fut bientôt suivie par le retour de Catherine. Elle compléta
+le récit du pasteur en disant qu’un matin en sortant de ce village, elle
+alla trouver un petit bois, quand elle vit au bord du chemin un homme
+étendu mort, mais qui venait seulement de cesser de vivre. Elle le
+regarda, l’examina et reconnut son mari; il lui parut évident qu’il
+faisait son retour vers la patrie et elle, mais que la mort l’avait
+surpris en route. Catherine fut bien plus calme après ces événements,
+mais ses forces déclinèrent et dans la même année on creusa pour elle
+une tombe au cimetière de Hambach. Elle n’avait plus de famille que
+celle qu’elle avait si fidèlement servie, et les larmes de deux jeunes
+enfants prouvèrent que quoique abandonnée elle avait été aimée.
+
+
+
+
+NOTES.
+
+(1) THE FAIRIES OF CARAGONAN.
+
+Source: This story came from a Welsh pedlar--a woman. Its genuineness
+may be relied upon. I find it a common belief that fairies have power
+over witches, and the witch-hare is commonly believed in; also a
+witch-fox. I have heard of no evil fairies in Wales; all the mischief
+seems to be the work of witches. I have heard several variants of the
+witch-hare.
+
+
+
+(2) THE CRAIG-Y-DON BLACKSMITH.
+
+This story I have heard from four different persons.
+
+
+
+(3) OLD GWILYM.
+
+Source: This story came from an old Welshman who says he knew Gwilym,
+and heard the story from his lips. The narrator may be relied upon.
+
+
+
+(4) THE BABY-FARMER.
+
+Same source.
+
+
+
+(5) THE OLD MAN AND THE FAIRIES.
+
+Same source as 2. In Wales, so far as I have heard, the disappointed
+always find _cockle-shells_.
+
+
+
+(6) TOMMY PRITCHARD.
+
+Same source as 2.
+
+
+
+(7) KADDY’S LUCK.
+
+Same source as 2.
+
+
+
+(8) STORY OF GELERT.
+
+As told by an old fisherman. The variant of this well-known story may
+prove useful. Borrow’s “tent” theory is, I think, an invention of his
+own. I was fortunate enough to get possession of an old book (without
+title-page, title, or author’s name), in which the following remarks on
+this story occur:--
+
+“Some say this should be written Bedd Gelert, or Gilert, signifying
+Gelert’s, or Gilert’s Grave. To this name is annexed a traditional
+story, which it is hardly worth while to mention. However, the substance
+of the tradition is, that Prince Llewelyn ap Iorwerth, in a fit of
+passion, killed a favourite greyhound in this place, named Gelert, or
+Gilert, and that, repenting of the deed, he caused a tomb to be erected
+over his grave, where afterwards the parish church was built. See the
+story at large in Mr. Edw. Jones’s _Welsh Music_. But we may reasonably
+conclude that this is all a fable, both when we consider the impiety of
+building a church for divine worship over the grave of a dog, an impiety
+not consistent with the genius of that age; and when we consider, also,
+that the establishment of parochial cures, and the building of our
+country churches in Wales, began soon after the dispersion of the
+British clergy, which happened at the time of the massacre at Bangor
+Iscoed, A.D. 603, at the instigation of Augustine the Monk, employed
+for that purpose by the See of Rome. Llewelyn ap Iorwerth governed Wales
+from A.D. 1194 to 1240, when he died; so that parish churches were built
+between five and six hundred years before the time of this prince.
+
+“This Gelert, or Gilert, must, in all probability, have been some old
+monk or saint of that name, who was interred here, and was either the
+first founder of this church, or one to whose memory it was dedicated,
+if built after his time. Bethgelert, before the Reformation, was a
+priory. Lewis Dwnn, a bard of the fifteenth century, in a poem (the
+purport of which is to solicit David, the Prior of Bethgelert, to bestow
+on John Wynne, of Gwydwr, Esq., a fine bay horse which he possessed)
+extols the Prior for his liberality and learning. Hence we are led to
+suppose that this monk was very opulent, and a popular character in his
+time.”
+
+The stories of a hunter killing his favourite greyhound (always a
+greyhound) are common to many districts. The book quoted is said to be
+written by a Mr. Williams, in 1800.
+
+
+
+(9) ORIGIN OF THE WELSH.
+
+Source: An old seaman, who avers he heard it on a ship, on the way home
+from Calcutta. I look with suspicion on the story. However, the Welsh
+always believed they were descended from the Trojans, and the author of
+the book cited says on this point:--
+
+“Elen was a very common name among the ancient British ladies, and it
+seems to have been often bestowed out of compliment upon genteel and
+beautiful women; as we sometimes hear at this day _Ei Elen O--his
+Elen_ when a man has a young and beautiful wife; and there is hardly
+a love-song but the woman is called or compared in it to the Trojan
+Helena, or Elen, as the Welsh write and pronounce the word. The Welsh
+have had amongst them, time out of mind, a tradition that the first
+colony of Bretons came to these islands from Troy after the destruction
+of that city.”
+
+
+
+(10) THE STORY OF THE CROWS.
+
+Source: Told me by an old man, who knew the defunct.
+
+
+
+(11) ROBERTS AND THE FAIRIES.
+
+Source: Told me by another old man, and I believe it to be genuine.
+
+There is another story of the same kind, of a man who was searching for
+treasure in Beaumaris Castle, and after he had told of his luck a stone
+fell on him, so that he had to go away.
+
+
+
+(12) THE QUEEN OF THE DELL.
+
+Came from the same old pedlar as No. 1. A genuine story. The narrator
+says you seldom hear a fairy story in Anglesea unless there is a witch
+in it.
+
+
+
+(13) ELLEN’S LUCK.
+
+Source: Told me by the same old man as No. 11. I believe it to be
+genuine, and the narrator trustworthy.
+
+
+
+(14) THE PELLINGS.
+
+Source: Taken _verbatim_ from the old book referred to. In the context
+the author says these people inhabited the districts about the foot of
+Snowdon, and were known by the nickname of Pellings, which is not yet
+extinct; and he says they tell the tale as given. After telling
+the story, which he entitles a fairy story, he makes the following
+suggestive comments:--
+
+“Before the Reformation, when the Christian world was enveloped in
+Popish darkness and superstition, when the existence of fairies and
+other spectres was not questioned, and when such a swarm of idle
+people, under the names of minstrels, poets, begging friars, etc., were
+permitted to ramble about, it may be supposed that these vagrants had
+amongst themselves some kind of rule or government, if I may so term
+it, as we are assured those that now-a-days go under the name of gypsies
+have. Such people might, at appointed times on fine moonlight nights,
+assemble in some sequestered spot, to regulate their dark affairs and
+divide the spoil; and then perform their nightly _orgies_, so as to
+terrify people from coming near them, lest their tricks and cheats
+should be discovered. It is possible the men of Ystrad might have less
+superstition, and somewhat more courage, than their neighbours, and
+supposing such a one to come suddenly on these nightly revellers, he
+would of course cause great consternation amongst them; and, on finding
+a comely female in the group, it is not unnatural to imagine that he
+might, as the heroes of old have done before him, seize on a beauteous
+Helen, carry her home, and in process of time marry her--for many
+valorous knights have done the latter; but she, on account of some
+domestic jars, might afterwards have eloped from him, and returned to
+her former companions and occupation.”
+
+The author makes the following remarks in a foot-note:--
+
+“The English writers of romances feign the fairies to be of a smaller
+size than even the fabled pigmies; the Welsh people ever supposed them
+to be of the same stature with mankind. Shakespeare describes his fairy
+as less than a mite, riding through people’s brains to make the chase.
+This has not been my experience. I have had them described to me of all
+sizes, varying from a woman to little people two feet high. They have
+been described, when large, as dressed like ordinary ladies, when small,
+with short dresses; no hats, and hair in a plaited pigtail down the
+back.”
+
+Finally, the writer says:
+
+“What other interpretation can be given to this tale I know not. This,
+and such other tales, the material of which one might collect a volume,
+must, it may reasonably be supposed, have something of reality for their
+origin and foundation, before they were dressed out in the familiar garb
+given them by their authors.”
+
+So our author is a “realist” as regards the origin of fairies.
+
+
+
+(15) THE LONG-LIVED ANCESTORS.
+
+Source: Taken _verbatim_ from the book quoted. This fable refers to the
+place, _Cwm Caw Lwyd_, regarding which the writer says:
+
+“With regard to the _Cwm Caw Lwyd_, there is a still extant fable
+entitled _Creaduriaid Hir Hoedlog_ (i.e., the long-lived ancestors),
+which seems to be a composition of no modern date. At present the moral
+of it cannot be elucidated; but it seems that, in one respect, it was
+intended to represent the solitariness of this place, inhabited only
+by the weeping owl from remote antiquity; and certainly it is the most
+solitary and romantic retreat that the mind of man could imagine.” The
+writer says his is a “literal translation of the story, according to the
+Welsh phraseology”.
+
+
+
+(16) THE GIANTESS’S APRON-FULL.
+
+Source: _Verbatim_ from the same book. Referring to the heaps of stone
+found on the hill-tops, he gives the fable of the heap found
+upon _Bwlchy Ddeufaen_, which he says is called _Ban Clodidd y
+Gawres_--literally, the giantess’s apron-full.
+
+“The writer regards such tales as originally intended as hyperboles, to
+magnify the prowess and magnanimity of renowned persons.”
+
+
+
+(17) A FABLE.
+
+Source: Taken _verbatim_ from the same book. The writer quotes it
+apropos of the Roman custom of bribing the Britons on the mountain tops.
+We are told the fable was delivered by one of the Britons, named _Gwrgan
+Farfdrwch_, who spoke to this effect, and then follows the fable.
+
+
+
+(18) THE STORY OF THE PIG-TROUGH.
+
+Source: Told by Hugh’s daughter. Genuine.
+
+
+
+(19) BILLY DUFFY AND THE DEVIL.
+
+Source: Told me by the old man who told me of the origin of the Welsh.
+Vague.
+
+
+
+(20) JOHN O’ GROATS.
+
+Same source. Vague.
+
+
+
+(21) EVA’S LUCK.
+
+Source: A Jersey fisherman. Reliable. He also informed me that large
+stones, supported on others, were called “Fairy Stones” in Jersey.
+
+
+
+(22) THE FISHERMEN OF SHETLAND.
+
+Source: Told me by a yachting hand, who heard it from a Shetlander named
+Abernethy who was serving in the same yacht with him. Not many years
+ago, some volunteers at Beaumaris swore they saw a mermaid there,
+and fired several shots at it. I think this story to be genuine and
+beautiful.
+
+
+
+(23) THE PASTOR’S NURSE.
+
+Source: Reliable. Written for me by the Pastor’s mother in French. Given
+_verbatim_.
+
+
+
+FINAL.
+
+The book I have quoted is in my possession, and was written, I am told,
+by a Mr. Williams, a Welshman, of Llandegai in Anglesea. That he was
+shrewd, reasonable, and knew the people of North Wales thoroughly, is
+evident from the context. The book has no date, but appears to have been
+written in 1800.
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
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+Project Gutenberg's Welsh Fairy-Tales And Other Stories, by Anonymous
+
+This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with
+almost no restrictions whatsoever.  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
+
+
+Title: Welsh Fairy-Tales And Other Stories
+
+Author: Anonymous
+
+Editor: P. H. Emerson
+
+
+Release Date: August, 2005 [EBook #8675]
+This file was first posted on July 31, 2003
+Last Updated: May 14, 2013
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+Language: English
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+Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1
+
+*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK WELSH FAIRY-TALES AND OTHER ***
+
+
+
+
+Produced by Delphine Lettau, Charles Franks and the people at DP
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+WELSH FAIRY-TALES AND OTHER STORIES
+
+By Anonymous
+
+
+Collected And Edited By P. H. Emerson
+
+
+To
+
+Leonard, Sybil, Gladys, And Zoe.
+
+
+
+
+AUTHOR'S NOTE.
+
+These tales were collected by me whilst living in Anglesea during the
+winter 1891-2.
+
+With the exception of the French story, they were told me and I took
+them down at the time.
+
+Particulars respecting the narratives will be found in the Notes.
+
+In most cases I have done but little "editing", preferring to give the
+stories as told.
+
+The old book referred to in the Notes I bought from a country
+bookseller, who knew neither its author, title, or date, but I have
+since been informed the book is Williams' _Observations on the Snowdon
+Mountains_, published in 1802, a book well known to students of Celtic
+literature.
+
+P. H. E.
+
+CLARINGBOLD, BROADSTAIRS. _April 1894_.
+
+
+
+CONTENTS.
+
+     THE FAIRIES OF CARAGONAN       Welsh
+     THE CRAIG-Y-DON BLACKSMITH     Welsh
+     OLD GWILYM                     Welsh
+     THE BABY-FARMER                Welsh
+     THE OLD MAN AND THE FAIRIES    Welsh
+     TOMMY PRITCHARD                Welsh
+     KADDY'S LUCK                   Welsh
+     THE STORY OF GELERT            Welsh
+     ORIGIN OF THE WELSH            Welsh
+     THE CROWS                      Welsh
+     ROBERTS AND THE FAIRIES        Welsh
+     THE FAIRY OF THE DELL          Welsh
+     ELLEN'S LUCK                   Welsh
+     THE FAIRIES' MINT              Welsh
+     THE PELLINGS                   Welsh
+     THE LONG-LIVED ANCESTORS       Welsh
+     THE GIANTESS'S APRON-FULL      Welsh
+     A FABLE                        Welsh
+     THE STORY OF THE PIG-TROUGH    Irish
+     BILLY DUFFY AND THE DEVIL      Irish
+     JOHN O' GROATS                 Scotch
+     EVA'S LUCK                     Jersey
+     THE FISHERMEN OF SHETLAND      Shetland
+     THE PASTOR'S NURSE             French
+     NOTES
+
+
+
+
+
+THE FAIRIES OF CARAGONAN.
+
+
+Once upon a time a lot of fairies lived in Mona.
+
+One day the queen fairy's daughter, who was now fifteen years of age,
+told her mother she wished to go out and see the world.
+
+The queen consented, allowing her to go for a day, and to change from a
+fairy to a bird, or from a bird to a fairy, as she wished.
+
+When she returned one night she said:
+
+"I've been to a gentleman's house, and as I stood listening, I heard the
+gentleman was witched: he was very ill, and crying out with pain."
+
+"Oh, I must look into that," said the queen.
+
+So the next day she went through her process and found that he was
+bewitched by an old witch. So the following day she set out with six
+other fairies, and when they came to the gentleman's house she found he
+was very ill.
+
+Going into the room, bearing a small blue pot they had brought with
+them, the queen asked him:
+
+"Would you like to be cured?"
+
+"Oh, bless you; yes, indeed."
+
+Whereupon the queen put the little blue pot of perfume on the centre of
+the table, and lit it, when the room was instantly filled with the most
+delicious odour.
+
+Whilst the perfume was burning, the six fairies formed in line behind
+her, and she leading, they walked round the table three times, chanting
+in chorus:
+
+  "Round and round three times three,
+  We have come to cure thee."
+
+At the end of the third round she touched the burning perfume with her
+wand, and then touched the gentleman on the head, saying:
+
+"Be thou made whole."
+
+No sooner had she said the words than he jumped up hale and hearty, and
+said:
+
+"Oh, dear queen, what shall I do for you? I'll do anything you wish."
+
+"Money I do not wish for," said the queen, "but there's a little plot of
+ground on the sea-cliff I want you to lend me, for I wish to make a ring
+there, and the grass will die when I make the ring. Then I want you to
+build three walls round the ring, but leave the sea-side open, so that
+we may be able to come and go easily."
+
+"With the greatest of pleasure," said the gentleman; and he built the
+three stone walls at once, at the spot indicated.
+
+
+
+II.
+
+Near the gentleman lived the old witch, and she had the power of turning
+at will into a hare. The gentleman was a great hare hunter, but the
+hounds could never catch this hare; it always disappeared in a mill,
+running between the wings and jumping in at an open window, though they
+stationed two men and a dog at the spot, when it immediately turned into
+the old witch. And the old miller never suspected, for the old woman
+used to take him a peck of corn to grind a few days before any hunt,
+telling him she would call for it on the afternoon of the day of the
+hunt. So that when she arrived she was expected.
+
+One day she had been taunting the gentleman as he returned from a hunt,
+that he could never catch the hare, and he struck her with his whip,
+saying "Get away, you witchcraft!"
+
+Whereupon she witched him, and he fell ill, and was cured as we have
+seen.
+
+When he got well he watched the old witch, and saw she often visited the
+house of an old miser who lived near by with his beautiful niece. Now
+all the people in the village touched their hats most respectfully to
+this old miser, for they knew he had dealings with the witch, and they
+were as much afraid of him as of her; but everyone loved the miser's
+kind and beautiful niece.
+
+
+
+III.
+
+When the fairies got home the queen told her daughter:
+
+"I have no power over the old witch for twelve months from to-day, and
+then I have no power over her life. She must lose that by the arm of a
+man."
+
+So the next day the daughter was sent out again to see whether she could
+find a person suited to that purpose.
+
+In the village lived a small crofter, who was afraid of nothing; he was
+the boldest man thereabouts; and one day he passed the miser without
+saluting him. The old fellow went off at once and told the witch.
+
+"Oh, I'll settle his cows to-night!" said she, and they were taken sick,
+and gave no milk that night.
+
+The fairy's daughter arrived at his croft-yard after the cows were taken
+ill, and she heard him say to his son, a bright lad:
+
+"It must be the old witch!"
+
+When she heard this, she sent him to the queen.
+
+So next day the fairy queen took six fairies and went to the croft,
+taking her blue pot of perfume. When she got there she asked the crofter
+if he would like his cows cured?
+
+"God bless you, yes!" he said.
+
+The queen made him bring a round table into the yard, whereon she placed
+the blue pot of perfume, and having lit it, as before, they formed in
+line and walked round thrice, chanting the words:
+
+  "Round and round three times three,
+  We have come to cure thee."
+
+Then she dipped the end of her wand into the perfume, and touched the
+cows on the forehead, saying to each one:
+
+"Be thou whole."
+
+Whereupon they jumped up cured.
+
+The little farmer was overjoyed, and cried:
+
+"Oh, what can I do for you? What can I do for you?"
+
+"Money I care not for," said the queen, "all I want is your son to
+avenge you and me."
+
+The lad jumped up and said:
+
+"What I can do I'll do it for you, my lady fairy."
+
+She told him to be at the walled plot the following day at noon, and
+left.
+
+
+
+IV.
+
+The next day at noon, the queen and her daughter and three hundred other
+fairies came up the cliff to the green grass plot, and they carried a
+pole, and a tape, and a mirror. When they reached the plot they planted
+the pole in the ground, and hung the mirror on the pole. The queen took
+the tape, which measured ten yards and was fastened to the top of the
+pole, and walked round in a circle, and wherever she set her feet the
+grass withered and died. Then the fairies followed up behind the queen,
+and each fairy carried a harebell in her left-hand, and a little blue
+cup of burning perfume in her right. When they had formed up the queen
+called the lad to her side, and told him to walk by her throughout. They
+then started off, all singing in chorus:
+
+  "Round and round three times three,
+  Tell me what you see."
+
+When they finished the first round, the queen and lad stopped before the
+mirror, and she asked the lad what he saw?
+
+  "I see, I see, the mirror tells me,
+  It is the witch that I see,"
+
+said the lad. So they marched round again, singing the same words as
+before, and when they stopped a second time before the mirror the queen
+again asked him what he saw?
+
+  "I see, I see, the mirror tells me,
+  It is a hare that I see,"
+
+said the lad.
+
+A third time the ceremony and question were repeated.
+
+  "I see, I see, the mirror tells me,
+  The hares run up the hill to the mill."
+
+"Now," said the queen, "there is to be a hare-hunting this day week; be
+at the mill at noon, and I will meet you there."
+
+And then the fairies, pole, mirror, and all, vanished and only the empty
+ring on the green was left.
+
+
+
+V.
+
+Upon the appointed day the lad went to his tryst, and at noon the Fairy
+Queen appeared, and gave him a sling, and a smooth pebble from the
+beach, saying:
+
+"I have blessed your arms, and I have blessed the sling and the stone.
+
+  "Now as the clock strikes three,
+  Go up the hill near the mill,
+  And in the ring stand still
+  Till you hear the click of the mill.
+  Then with thy arm, with power and might,
+  You shall strike and smite
+  The devil of a witch called Jezabel light,
+  And you shall see an awful sight."
+
+The lad did as he was bidden, and presently he heard the huntsman's
+horn and the hue and cry, and saw the hare running down the opposite
+hill-side, where the hounds seemed to gain on her, but as she breasted
+the hill on which he stood she gained on them. As she came towards the
+mill he threw his stone, and it lodged in her skull, and when he ran
+up he found he had killed the old witch. As the huntsmen came up they
+crowded round him, and praised him; and then they fastened the witch's
+body to a horse by ropes, and dragged her to the bottom of the valley,
+where they buried her in a ditch. That night, when the miser heard of
+her death, he dropped down dead on the spot.
+
+As the lad was going home the queen appeared to him, and told him to be
+at the ring the following day at noon.
+
+
+
+VI.
+
+Next day all the fairies came with the pole and mirror, each carrying
+a harebell in her left-hand, and a blue cup of burning perfume in her
+right, and they formed up as before, the lad walking beside the queen.
+They marched round and repeated the old words, when the queen stopped
+before the mirror, and said:
+
+"What do you see?"
+
+  "I see, I see, the mirror tells me,
+  It is an old plate-cupboard that I see."
+
+A second time they went round, and the question, was repeated.
+
+  "I see, I see, the mirror tells me,
+  The back is turned to me."
+
+A third time was the ceremony fulfilled, and the lad answered
+
+  "I see, I see, the mirror tells me,
+  A spring-door is open to me."
+
+"Buy that plate-cupboard at the miser's sale," said the queen, and she
+and her companions disappeared as before.
+
+
+
+VII.
+
+Upon the day of the sale all the things were brought out in the road,
+and the plate-cupboard was put up, the lad recognising it and bidding up
+for it till it was sold to him. When he had paid for it he took it
+home in a cart, and when he got in and examined it, he found the secret
+drawer behind was full of gold. The following week the house and land,
+thirty acres, was put up for sale, and the lad bought both, and married
+the miser's niece, and they lived happily till they died.
+
+
+
+
+THE CRAIG-Y-DON BLACKSMITH.
+
+Once upon a time an old blacksmith lived in an old forge at Craig-y-don,
+and he used to drink a great deal too much beer.
+
+One night he was coming home from an alehouse very tipsy, and as he
+got near a small stream a lot of little men suddenly sprang up from the
+rocks, and one of them, who seemed to be older than the rest, came up to
+him, and said,
+
+"If you don't alter your ways of living you'll die soon; but if you
+behave better and become a better man you'll find it will be to your
+benefit," and they all disappeared as quickly as they had come.
+
+The old blacksmith thought a good deal about what the fairies had told
+him, and he left off drinking, and became a sober, steady man.
+
+One day, a few months after meeting the little people, a strange man
+brought a horse to be shod. Nobody knew either the horse or the man.
+
+The old blacksmith tied the horse to a hole in the lip of a cauldron
+(used for the purpose of cooling his hot iron) that he had built in some
+masonry.
+
+When he had tied the horse up he went to shoe the off hind-leg, but
+directly he touched the horse the spirited animal started back with a
+bound, and dragged the cauldron from the masonry, and then it broke the
+halter and ran away out of the forge, and was never seen again: neither
+the horse nor its master.
+
+When the old blacksmith came to pull down the masonry to rebuild it, he
+found three brass kettles full of money.
+
+
+
+
+OLD GWILYM.
+
+Old Gwilym Evans started off one fine morning to walk across the Eagle
+Hills to a distant town, bent upon buying some cheese. On his way, in a
+lonely part of the hills, he found a golden guinea, which he quickly put
+into his pocket.
+
+When he got to the town, instead of buying his provisions, he went
+into an alehouse, and sat drinking and singing with some sweet-voiced
+quarrymen until dark, when he thought it was time to go home. Whilst he
+was drinking, an old woman with a basket came in, and sat beside him,
+but she left before him. After the parting glass he got up and reeled
+through the town, quite forgetting to buy his cheese; and as he got
+amongst the hills they seemed to dance up and down before him, and he
+seemed to be walking on air. When he got near the lonely spot where he
+had found the money he heard some sweet music, and a number of fairies
+crossed his path and began dancing all round him, and then as he looked
+up he saw some brightly-lighted houses before him on the hill; and
+he scratched his head, for he never remembered having seen houses
+thereabouts before. And as he was thinking, and watching the fairies,
+one came and begged him to come into the house and sit down.
+
+So he followed her in, and found the house was all gold inside it, and
+brightly lighted, and the fairies were dancing and singing, and they
+brought him anything he wanted for supper, and then they put him to bed.
+
+Gwilym slept heavily, and when he awoke turned round, for he felt very
+cold, and his body seemed covered with prickles; so he sat up and rubbed
+his eyes, and found that he was quite naked and lying in a bunch of
+gorse.
+
+When he found himself in this plight he hurried home, and told his wife,
+and she was very angry with him for spending all the money and bringing
+no cheese home, and then he told her his adventures.
+
+"Oh, you bad man!" she said, "the fairies gave you money and you spent
+it wrongly, so they were sure to take their revenge."
+
+
+
+
+THE BABY-FARMER.
+
+Old Kaddy was a baby-farmer, and one day she went to the woods to gather
+sticks for her fire, and whilst she was gathering the sticks she found a
+piece of gold, and took it home; but she never told anyone she had found
+the money, for she always pretended to be very poor.
+
+But though she was so poor, she used to dress two of her children in
+fine clothes; but the others, whom she did not like, she kept in the
+filthiest rags.
+
+One day a man knocked at her door, and asked to see the children.
+
+He sat down in her little room, and she went and brought the ragged
+little boy and girl, saying she was very poor, and couldn't afford to
+dress them better; for she had been careful to hide the well-dressed
+little boy and girl in a cockloft.
+
+After the stranger had gone she went to the cockloft to look for her
+well-dressed favourites, but they had disappeared, and they were never
+seen afterwards, for they were turned into fairies.
+
+
+
+
+THE OLD MAN AND THE FAIRIES.
+
+Many years ago the Welsh mountains were full of fairies. People used
+to go by moonlight to see them dancing, for they knew where they would
+dance by seeing green rings in the grass.
+
+There was an old man living in those days who used to frequent the
+fairs that were held across the mountains. One day he was crossing the
+mountains to a fair, and when he got to a lonely valley he sat down, for
+he was tired, and he dropped off to sleep, and his bag fell down by his
+side. When he was sound asleep the fairies came and carried him off,
+bag and all, and took him under the earth, and when he awoke he found
+himself in a great palace of gold, full of fairies dancing and singing.
+And they took him and showed him everything, the splendid gold room and
+gardens, and they kept dancing round him until he fell asleep.
+
+When he was asleep they carried him back to the same spot where they
+had found him, and when he awoke he thought he had been dreaming, so
+he looked for his bag, and got hold of it, but he could hardly lift it.
+When he opened it he found it was nearly filled with gold.
+
+He managed to pick it up, and turning round, he went home.
+
+When he got home, his wife Kaddy said: "What's to do, why haven't you
+been to the fair?"
+
+"I've got something here," he said, and showed his wife the gold.
+
+"Why, where did you get that?"
+
+But he wouldn't tell her. Since she was curious, like all women, she
+kept worrying him all night--for he'd put the money in a box under the
+bed--so he told her about the fairies.
+
+Next morning, when he awoke, he thought he'd go to the fair and buy a
+lot of things, and he went to the box to get some of the gold, but found
+it full of cockle-shells.
+
+
+
+
+TOMMY PRITCHARD.
+
+Tommy Pritchard was going to school one day, and on his way he thought
+he heard somebody singing on the other side of a stone wall by the road,
+so he climbed up and looked over, and there underneath a stone he saw a
+sixpence, so he took it.
+
+Every morning after that, when he went to school, he used to look in the
+same place, and he always found a sixpence.
+
+His father noticed he was always spending money in the sweet-shop, so
+he began to think Tommy was stealing from somebody, and one day he asked
+him where he got the money. Tommy wouldn't tell at first, but his father
+threatened to beat him, so he told him where he got his sixpences.
+
+Next morning he went to look in the same place for his sixpence, and
+he found nothing but a cockle-shell. And he never saw anything but a
+cockle-shell there afterwards.
+
+
+
+
+KADDY'S LUCK.
+
+There was a tall young woman whom the fairies used to visit, coming
+through the keyhole at night. She could hear them dancing and singing in
+her room, but in the morning they used to go the way they had come, only
+they always left her some money.
+
+When she got married she chose a tall husband like herself, and they had
+a fine big child.
+
+One night they went to a fair, and they got to one side to hear the
+fairies; for some people could tell when the fairies were coming, for
+they made a noise like the wind. Whilst they were waiting she told her
+husband how the fairies used to leave her money at night.
+
+When they got home they found their baby all right, and went to bed. But
+next morning the young mother found her child had been changed in the
+night, and there was a very little baby in the cradle. And the child
+never grew big, for the fairies had changed her child for spite.
+
+
+
+
+THE STORY OF GELERT.
+
+(AS CURRENT IN ANGLESEA)
+
+
+It was somewhere about 1200, Prince Llewellyn had a castle at Aber, just
+abreast of us here; indeed, parts of the towers remain to this day. His
+consort was the Princess Joan; she was King John's daughter. Her coffin
+remains with us to this day. Llewellyn was a great hunter of wolves
+and foxes, for the hills of Carnarvonshire were infested with wolves in
+those days, after the young lambs.
+
+Now the prince had several hunting-houses--sorts of farm houses, one of
+them was at the place now called Beth-Gelert, for the wolves were very
+thick there at this time. Now the prince used to travel from farm-house
+to farm-house with his family and friends, when going on these hunting
+parties.
+
+One season they went hunting from Aber, and stopped at the house where
+Beth-Gelert is now--it's about fourteen miles away. The prince had all
+his hounds with him, but his favourite was Gelert, a hound who had never
+let off a wolf for six years.
+
+The prince loved the dog like a child, and at the sound of his horn
+Gelert was always the first to come bounding up. There was company
+at the house, and one day they went hunting, leaving his wife and the
+child, in a big wooden cradle, behind him at the farm-house.
+
+The hunting party killed three or four wolves, and about two hours
+before the word passed for returning home, Llewellyn missed Gelert, and
+he asked his huntsmen:
+
+"Where's Gelert? I don't see him."
+
+"Well, indeed, master, I've missed him this half-hour."
+
+And Llewellyn blew his horn, but no Gelert came at the sound.
+
+Indeed, Gelert had got on to a wolves' track which led to the house.
+
+The prince sounded the return, and they went home, the prince lamenting
+Gelert. "He's sure to have been slain--he's sure to have been slain!
+since he did not answer the horn. Oh, my Gelert!" And they approached
+the house, and the prince went into the house, and saw Gelert lying by
+the overturned cradle, and blood all about the room.
+
+"What! hast thou slain my child?" said the prince, and ran his sword
+through the dog.
+
+After that he lifted up the cradle to look for his child, and found the
+body of a big wolf underneath that Gelert had slain, and his child was
+safe. Gelert had capsized the cradle in the scuffle.
+
+"Oh, Gelert! Oh, Gelert!" said the prince, "my favourite hound, my
+favourite hound! Thou hast been slain by thy master's hand, and in death
+thou hast licked thy master's hand!" He patted the dog, but it was too
+late, and poor Gelert died licking his master's hand.
+
+Next day they made a coffin, and had a regular funeral, the same as if
+it were a human being; all the servants in deep mourning, and everybody.
+They made him a grave, and the village was called after the dog,
+Beth-Gelert--Gelert's Grave; and the prince planted a tree, and put a
+gravestone of slate, though it was before the days of quarries. And they
+are to be seen to this day.
+
+
+
+
+ORIGIN OF THE WELSH.
+
+Many years ago there lived several wild tribes round the King of
+Persia's city, and the king's men were always annoying and harassing
+them, exacting yearly a heavy tribute. Now these tribes, though very
+brave in warfare, could not hold their own before the Persian army
+when sent out against them, so that they paid their yearly tribute
+grudgingly, but took revenge, whenever they could, upon travellers to or
+from the city, robbing and killing them.
+
+At last one of the tribesmen, a clever old chieftain, thought of a
+cunning plan whereby to defeat the Persians, and free themselves from
+the yearly tribute. And this was his scheme:
+
+The wild wastes where these tribes lived were infested with large
+birds called "Rohs", [Footnote: Pronounced softly.] which were very
+destructive to human beings--devouring men, women, and children greedily
+whenever they could catch them. Such a terror were they that the tribes
+had to protect their village with high walls, [Footnote: Can this have
+anything to do with the idea of walling-in the cuckoo?] and then
+they slept securely, for the Roh hunted by night. This old chieftain
+determined to watch the birds, and find out their nesting-places; so he
+had a series of towers built, in which the watchmen could sleep securely
+by night. These towers were advanced in whatever direction the birds
+were seen to congregate by night. The observers reported that the Roh
+could not fly, but ran very swiftly, being fleeter than any horse.
+
+At length, by watching, their nesting-places were found in a sandy
+plain, and it was discovered that those monstrous birds stole sheep and
+cattle in great numbers.
+
+The chieftain then gave orders for the watchmen to keep on guard until
+the young birds were hatched, when they were commanded to secure fifty,
+and bring them into the walled town. The order was carried out, and one
+night they secured fifty young birds just out of the egg, and brought
+them to the town.
+
+The old chieftain then told off fifty skilful warriors, a man to each
+bird, to his son being allotted the largest bird. These warriors were
+ordered to feed the birds on flesh, and to train them for battle. The
+birds grew up as tame as horses. Saddles and bridles were made for them,
+and they were trained and exercised just like chargers.
+
+When the next tribute day came round, the King of Persia sent his
+emissaries to collect the tax, but the chieftains of the tribes insulted
+and defied them, so that they returned to the king, who at once sent
+forward his army.
+
+The chieftain then marshalled his men, and forty-six of the Rohs were
+drawn up in front of the army, the chief getting on the strongest bird.
+The remaining four were placed on the right flank, and ordered at a
+signal to advance and cut off the army, should they retreat.
+
+The Rohs had small scales, like those of a fish, on their necks and
+bodies, the scales being hidden under a soft hair, except on the upper
+half of the neck. They had no feathers except on their wings. So they
+were invulnerable except as to the eyes--for in those days the Persians
+only had bows and arrows, and light javelins. When the Persian army
+advanced, the Rohs advanced at lightning speed, and made fearful havoc,
+the birds murdering and trampling the soldiers under foot, and beating
+them down with their powerful wings. In less than two hours half the
+Persian army was slain, and the rest had escaped. The tribes returned to
+their walled towns, delighted with their victory.
+
+When the news of his defeat reached the King of Persia he was wroth
+beyond expression, and could not sleep for rage. So the next morning he
+called for his magician.
+
+"What are you going to do with the birds?" asked the king.
+
+"Well, I've been thinking the matter over," replied the magician.
+
+"Cannot you destroy all of them?"
+
+"No, your majesty; I cannot destroy them, for I have not the power; but
+I can get rid of them in one way; for though I cannot put out life, I
+have the power of turning one life into some other living creature."
+
+"Well, what will you turn them into?" asked the king.
+
+"I'll consider to-night, your majesty," replied the magician.
+
+"Well, mind and be sure to do it."
+
+"Yes, I'll be sure to do it, your majesty."
+
+        *       *       *       *       *
+
+The next day, at ten, the magician appeared before the king, who asked:
+
+"Have you considered well?"
+
+"Yes, your majesty."
+
+"Well, how are you going to act?"
+
+"Your majesty, I've thought and thought during the night, and the best
+thing we can do is to turn all the birds into fairies."
+
+"What are fairies?" asked the king.
+
+"I've planned it all out, and I hope your majesty will agree."
+
+"Oh! I'll agree, as long as they never molest us more."
+
+"Well, your majesty, I'm going to turn them to fairies--small living
+creatures to live in caves in the bowels of the earth, and they shall
+only visit people living on the earth once a year. They shall be
+harmless, and hurt nothing; they shall be fairies, and do nothing
+but dance and sing, and I shall allow them to go about on earth for
+twenty-four hours once a year and play their antics, but they shall do
+no mischief."
+
+"How long are the birds to remain in that state?" asked the king.
+
+"I'll give them 2,000 years, your majesty; and at the end of that time
+they are to go back into birds, as they were before. And after the birds
+change from the fairy state back into birds, they shall never breed
+more, but die a natural death."
+
+So the tribes lost their birds, and the King of Persia made such fearful
+havoc amongst them that they decided to leave the country.
+
+They travelled, supporting themselves by robbery; until they came to
+a place where they built a city, and called it Troy, where they were
+besieged for a long time.
+
+At length the besiegers built a large caravan, with a large man's
+head in front; the head was all gilded with gold. When the caravan was
+finished they put 150 of the best warriors inside, provided with food,
+and one of them had a trumpet. Then they pulled the caravan, which ran
+upon eight broad wheels, up to the gates of the city, and left it there,
+their army being drawn up in a valley near by. It was, agreed that
+when the caravan got inside the gates the bugler should blow three loud
+blasts to warn, the army, who would immediately advance into the city.
+
+The men on the ramparts saw this curious caravan, and they began
+wondering what it was, and for two or three days they left it alone.
+
+At last an old chieftain said, "It must be their food."
+
+On the third day they opened the gates, and attaching ropes, began to
+haul it into the city; then the warriors leaped out, and the horn blew,
+and the army hurried up, and the town was taken after great slaughter;
+but a number escaped with their wives and children, and fled on to the
+Crimea, whence they were driven by the Russians, so they marched away
+along the sea to Spain, and bearing up through France, they stopped.
+Some wanted to go across the sea, and some stayed in the heart of
+France: they were the Bretoons. [Footnote: Bretons.] The others came
+on over in boats, and landed in England, and they were the first people
+settled in Great Britain: they were the Welsh.
+
+
+
+
+CROWS.
+
+
+  One black crow, bad luck for me.
+  Two black crows, good luck for me.
+  Three black crows, a son shall be born in the family.
+  Four black crows, a daughter shall be born in the family.
+  Five black crows shall be a funeral in the family.
+  Six black crows, if they fly head on, a sudden death.
+  Seven black crows with their tails towards you, death within seven
+  years.
+
+
+There was a young man, not so very long ago, who had been to sea for
+years. He was married, but had no children. He was one of the most
+spirited men you ever saw. He used to complain of his dreams. He said,
+"All at once last Sunday I was up in the air, and I saw the vessel I was
+in going at great speed, making for a mountain, and I tried as hard as
+I could to keep her from the mountain. I don't believe I was asleep
+at all, I could see it so plainly. I went along in the air, looking at
+seven black crows all the time. I got dizzy, and the vessel seemed to
+lower on to the earth. The vessel lowered within a few hundred feet of
+the earth, and I saw what I thought were fairies. I thought I had been
+there for days; in truth, it seemed to me I had been up there for three
+days, and that I could hear the fairies with mournful sounds drawing
+a coffin. I watched and watched, and saw seven crows on the coffin.
+It seemed as if they were going to bury someone. Whilst the coffin
+was going the seven crows flew up and bursted, and the heavens were
+illuminated more strongly than by the sun. Then I lost sight of the
+fairies, but saw some big giants in white walking about, and there was
+a big throne with a roof to it. And all at once I was in total darkness,
+but I could hear things flapping about, flying through the air. Then I
+saw the moon rising and all the stars, and all sorts of objects flying
+through the air. And one came to me, and put his hand upon my shoulder,
+saying: _'Prepare to meet us to-morrow.'_ After that everything went
+dark again. The first thing I knew I was in a ship steering, and the
+seven black crows were in front of me. I had a great trouble to steer my
+vessel. And as I went on the vessel struck a steeple, and exploded, and
+I awoke. Whereupon I jumped out of bed, looking very pale."
+
+I left him on the beach at 11.30, after he told me this, when he went
+home. When he got home he could see seven black crows on the house.
+Other people could see the crows, but could not count them. He saw them
+all perched head on. He went into the house, and said,
+
+"There is something in these crows, Jane; see them on the roof."
+
+She cried out and ran out and looked, but could not see the seven. After
+that he didn't seem to be himself, though there was nothing the matter
+with him. A week afterwards, I went out on the Sunday morning after
+breakfast, and there was a seat on the beach, and on it sat this man,
+Johnny, and another man.
+
+"Why, Johnny, you look very pale," I said.
+
+"Do I?" he said.
+
+"Yes! indeed you do," I replied.
+
+"Well, I don't know, I have had such dreams."
+
+"What will they have been, then?" I asked.
+
+"That I was in a full-rigged ship, with all sails set; I was all alone,
+but could see nothing, only seven black crows. I counted them, but my
+wife could see nothing, but she could hear something."
+
+That same day, when he went home, he said to his wife:
+
+"Ah, Jane, there is something coming over me," and he fell down dead.
+
+
+
+
+ROBERT ROBERTS AND THE FAIRIES.
+
+Robert Roberts was a carpenter who worked hard and well; but he could
+never keep his tongue still. One day, as he was crossing a brook, a
+little man came up to him and said:
+
+"Robert Roberts, go up to the holly tree that leans over the road on the
+Red-hill, and dig below it, and you shall be rewarded."
+
+The very next morning, at daybreak, Robert Roberts set out for the spot,
+and dug a great hole, before anyone was up, when he found a box of gold.
+He went to the same place twice afterwards, and dug, and found gold
+each time. But as he grew rich, he began to boast and hint that he had
+mysterious friends. One day, when the talk turned on the fairies, he
+said that he knew them right well, and that they gave him money. Robert
+Roberts thought no more of the matter until he went to the spot a week
+afterwards, one evening at dusk. When he got to the tree, and began to
+dig as usual, big stones came rolling down the bank, just missing him,
+so that he ran for his life, and never went near the place again.
+
+
+
+
+THE FAIRY OF THE DELL.
+
+In olden times fairies were sent to oppose the evil-doings of witches,
+and to destroy their power. About three hundred years ago a band of
+fairies, sixty in number, with their queen, called Queen of the Dell,
+came to Mona to oppose the evil works of a celebrated witch. The fairies
+settled by a spring, in a valley. After having blessed the spring, or
+"well", as they called it, they built a bower just above the spring for
+the queen, placing a throne therein. Near by they built a large bower
+for themselves to live in.
+
+After that, the queen drew three circles, one within the other, on a
+nice flat grassy place by the well. When they were comfortably settled,
+the queen sent the fairies about the country to gather tidings of
+the people. They went from house to house, and everywhere heard great
+complaints against an old witch; how she had made some blind, others
+lame, and deformed others by causing a horn to grow out of their
+foreheads. When they got back to the well and told the queen, she said:
+
+"I must do something for these old people, and though the witch is very
+powerful, we must break her power." So the next day the queen fairy sent
+word to all the bewitched to congregate upon a fixed day at the sacred
+well, just before noon.
+
+When the day came, several ailing people collected at the well. The
+queen then placed the patients in pairs in the inner ring, and the sixty
+fairies in pairs in the middle ring. Each little fairy was three feet
+and a half high, and carried a small wand in her right hand, and a bunch
+of fairy flowers--cuckoo's boots, baby's bells, and day's-eyes--in her
+left hand. Then the queen, who was four feet and a half in height, took
+the outside ring. On her head was a crown of wild flowers, in her right
+hand she carried a wand, and in her left a posy of fairy flowers. At a
+signal from the queen they began marching round the rings, singing in
+chorus:
+
+  "We march round by two and two
+  The circles of the sacred well
+  That lies in the dell."
+
+When they had walked twice round the ring singing, the queen took her
+seat upon the throne, and calling each patient to her, she touched him
+with her wand and bade him go down to the sacred well and dip his body
+into the water three times, promising that all his ills should be cured.
+As each one came forth from the spring he knelt before the queen, and
+she blessed him, and told him to hurry home and put on dry clothes. So
+that all were cured of their ills.
+
+
+
+II.
+
+Now the old witch who had worked all these evils lived near the well
+in a cottage. She had first learned witchcraft from a book called _The
+Black Art_, which a gentleman farmer had lent her when a girl. She
+progressed rapidly with her studies, and being eager to learn more, sold
+herself to the devil, who made compact with her that she should have
+full power for seven years, after which she was to become his. He gave
+her a wand that had the magic power of drawing people to her, and she
+had a ring on the grass by her house just like the fairy's ring. As the
+seven years were drawing to a close, and her heart was savage against
+the farmer who first led her into the paths of evil knowledge, she
+determined to be revenged. One day, soon after the Fairy of the Dell
+came to live by the spring, she drew the farmer to her with her wand,
+and, standing in her ring, she lured him into it. When he crossed the
+line, she said:
+
+  "Cursed be he or she
+  That crosses my circle to see me,"
+
+and, touching him on the head and back, a horn and a tail grew from
+the spots touched. He went off in a terrible rage, but she only laughed
+maliciously. Then, as she heard of the Queen of the Dell's good deeds,
+she repented of her evil deeds, and begged her neighbour to go to the
+queen fairy and ask her if she might come and visit her. The queen
+consented, and the old witch went down and told her everything--of the
+book, of the magic wand, of the ring, and of all the wicked deeds she
+had done.
+
+"O, you have been a bad witch," said the queen, "but I will see what I
+can do; but you must bring me the book and the wand;" and she told the
+old witch to come on the following day a little before noon. When the
+witch came the next day with her wand and book, she found the fairies
+had built a fire in the middle ring. The queen then took her and stood
+her by the fire, for she could not trust her on the outer circle.
+
+"Now I must have more power," said the queen to the fairies, and she
+went and sat on the throne, leaving the witch by the fire in the middle
+ring. After thinking a little, the queen said, "Now I have it," and
+coming down from her throne muttering, she began walking round the outer
+circle, waiting for the hour of one o'clock, when all the fairies got
+into the middle circle and marched round, singing:
+
+  "At the hour of one
+  The cock shall crow one,
+  Goo! Goo! Goo!
+  I am here to tell
+  Of the sacred well
+  That lies in the dell,
+  And will conquer hell."
+
+On the second round, they sang:
+
+  "At the hour of two
+  The cock crows two,
+  Goo! Goo! Goo!
+  I am here to tell
+  Of the sacred well
+  That lies in the dell;
+  We will conquer hell."
+
+At the last round, they sang:
+
+  "At the hour of three
+  The cock crows three,
+  Goo! Goo! Goo!
+  I am here to tell
+  Of the sacred well
+  That lies in the dell;
+  Now I have conquered hell."
+
+Then the queen cast the book and wand into the fire, and immediately
+the vale was rent by a thundering noise, and numbers of devils came from
+everywhere, and encircled the outer ring, but they could not pass the
+ring. Then the fairies began walking round and round, singing their
+song. When they had finished the song they heard a loud screech from
+the devils that frightened all the fairies except the queen. She was
+unmoved, and going to the fire, stirred the ashes with her wand, and saw
+that the book and wand were burnt, and then she walked thrice round the
+outer ring by herself, when she turned to the devils, and said:
+
+"I command you to be gone from our earthly home, get to your own abode.
+I take the power of casting you all from here. Begone! begone! begone!"
+And all the devils flew up, and there was a mighty clap as of thunder,
+and the earth trembled, and the sky became overcast, and all the devils
+burst, and the sky cleared again.
+
+After this the queen put three fairies by the old witch's side, and
+they constantly dipped their wands in the sacred spring, and touched her
+head, and she was sorely troubled and converted.
+
+"Bring the mirror," said the queen.
+
+And the fairies brought the mirror and laid it in the middle circle, and
+they all walked round three times, chanting again the song beginning
+"At the hour of one." When they had done this the queen stood still, and
+said:
+
+"Stand and watch to see what you can see."
+
+And as she looked she said:
+
+  "The mirror shines unto me
+  That the witch we can see
+  Has three devils inside of she."
+
+Immediately the witch had a fit, and the three fairies had a hard job to
+keep the three devils quiet; indeed, they could not do so, and the queen
+had to go herself with her wand, for fear the devils should burst the
+witch asunder, and she said, "Come out three evil spirits, out of thee."
+
+And they came gnashing their teeth, and would have killed all the
+fairies, but the queen said:
+
+"Begone, begone, begone! you evil spirits, to the place of your abode,"
+and suddenly the sky turned bright as fire, for the evil spirits were
+trying their spleen against the fairies, but the queen said, "Collect,
+collect, collect, into one fierce ball," and the fiery sky collected
+into one ball of fire more dazzling than the sun, so that none could
+look at it except the queen, who wore a black silk mask to protect
+her eyes. Suddenly the ball burst with a terrific noise, and the earth
+trembled.
+
+"Enter into your abode, and never come down to our abode on earth any
+more," said the queen.
+
+And the witch was herself again, and she and the queen fairy were
+immediately great friends. The witch, when she came out of the ring,
+dropped on her knee and asked the queen if she might call her the Lady
+of the Dell, and how she could serve her.
+
+"We will see about that," said the queen.
+
+"Well, how do you live?" asked the woman who had been a witch.
+
+"Well, I'll tell you," said the queen. "We go at midnight and milk the
+cows, and we keep the milk, and it never grows less so long as we leave
+some in the bottom of the vessel; we must not use it all. After milking
+the cow, we rub the cow's purse and bless it, and she gives double the
+amount of milk."
+
+"Well, how do you get corn?"
+
+"Well, we were at the mill playing one day, and the miller came in and
+saw us, and spoke kindly to us, and offered us some flour. 'We never
+take nothing for nothing,' I said, so I blessed the bin: so in a few
+minutes the bin was full to the brim with flour, and I said to the
+miller, 'Now don't you empty the bin, but always leave a peck in it, and
+for twelve months, no matter how much you use the bin, it will always
+be full in the morning.' Now I have told you this much, and I will tell
+further, 'You must love your neighbour, you must love all mankind.' Now
+here is a purse of gold, go and buy what you want, eggs, bacon, cheese,
+and get a flagon of wine and use these things freely, giving freely to
+the aged poor, and if you never finish these things, there will always
+be as much the next morning as you started with. And I shall make a
+salve for you, and you must use the water from the sacred well. That
+will be as a medicine, and people shall come from far and wide to be
+cured by you, and you shall be loved by all, and you shall be known to
+the poorest of the poor as Madame Dorothy."
+
+And the woman did as she was told, and she became renowned for her
+medical skill, especially in childbirth, for her salve eased the pains,
+and her waters brought milk. By-and-by, she got known all over the
+island, and rich people came to her from afar, and she always made the
+rich pay, and the poor were treated free.
+
+Madame Dorothy used to see the queen fairy at times, and one day she
+asked her, "Shall we meet again?"
+
+"We cannot tell," said the queen, "but I will give you a ring--let me
+place it on your finger--it is a magic ring worked by fairies. Whenever
+you seek to know of me, make a ring of your own, and walk round three
+times and rub the ring; if it turns bright I am alive, but if you see
+blood I am dead."
+
+"But how can that be? You are much younger than I am."
+
+"Oh, no! we fairies look young to the day of our death; we live to a
+great age, but die naturally of old age, for we never have any ailments,
+but still our power fades. Men fade in the flesh and power, but we fade
+only in power. I am over seventy now."
+
+"But you look to be thirty."
+
+"Well, we will shake hands and part, for I must go elsewhere; as I have
+no king, I do not stop in one place."
+
+And they shook hands and parted.
+
+
+
+
+ELLEN'S LUCK.
+
+Ellen was a good girl, and beautiful to look upon. One Sunday she was
+walking by an open gutter in a town in North Wales when she found a
+copper. After that day Ellen walked every Sunday afternoon by the same
+drain, and always found a copper. She was a careful girl, and used to
+hoard her money.
+
+One day her old mother found her pile of pennies, and wished to know
+where she got them.
+
+Ellen told her, but though she walked by the gutter for many a Sunday
+after, she never found another copper.
+
+
+
+
+THE FAIRIES' MINT.
+
+Once upon a time there was a miller, who lived in Anglesey. One day
+he noticed that some of his sacks had been moved during the night. The
+following day he felt sure that some of his grain had been disturbed,
+and, lastly, he was sure someone had been working his mill in the night
+during his absence. He confided his suspicions to a friend, and they
+determined to go the next night and watch the mill. The following night,
+at about midnight, as they approached the mill, that stood on a bare
+stony hill, they were surprised to find the mill all lit up and at work,
+the great sails turning in the black night. Creeping up softly to
+a small window, the miller looked in, and saw a crowd of little men
+carrying small bags, and emptying them into the millstones. He could not
+see, however, what was in the bags, so he crept to another window, when
+he saw golden coins coming from the mill, from the place where the flour
+usually ran out.
+
+Immediately the miller went to the mill door, and, putting his key into
+the lock, he unlocked the door; and as he did so the lights went out
+suddenly, and the mill stopped working. As he and his friend went into
+the dark mill they could hear sounds of people running about, but by
+the time they lit up the mill again there was nobody to be seen, but
+scattered all about the millstones and on the floor were cockle-shells.
+
+After that, many persons who passed the mill at midnight said they saw
+the mill lit up and working; but the old miller left the fairies alone
+to coin their money.
+
+
+
+
+THE PELLINGS.
+
+In a meadow belonging to Ystrad, bounded by the river which falls from
+Cwellyn Lake, they say the fairies used to assemble, and dance in fair
+moonlight nights. One evening a young man, who was the heir and occupier
+of this farm, hid himself in a thicket close to the spot where they used
+to gambol. Presently they appeared, and when in their merry mood, out
+he bounced from his covert, and seized one of their females; the rest
+of the company dispersed themselves, and disappeared in an instant.
+Disregarding her struggles and screams, he hauled her to his home, where
+he treated her so very kindly that she became contented to live with him
+as his maid-servant, but he could not prevail upon her to tell him her
+name. Some time after, happening again to see the fairies upon the same
+spot, he heard one of them saying, "The last time we met here our sister
+Penelope was snatched away from us by one of the mortals." Rejoiced at
+knowing the name of his incognita, he returned home; and as she was
+very beautiful and extremely active, he proposed to marry her, which she
+would not for a long time consent to; at last, however, she complied,
+but on this condition, "That if ever he should strike her with iron, she
+would leave him, and never return to him again." They lived happy for
+many years together, and he had by her a son and a daughter; and by
+her industry and prudent management as a housewife he became one of the
+richest men in the country. He farmed, besides his own freehold, all the
+lands on the north side of Nant y Bettws to the top of Snowdon, and
+all Cwm brwynog in Llanberis, an extent of about five thousand acres or
+upwards.
+
+Unfortunately, one day Penelope followed her husband into the field to
+catch a horse, and he, being in a rage at the animal as he ran away from
+him, threw at him the bridle that was in his hand, which unluckily fell
+on poor Penelope. She disappeared in an instant, and he never saw her
+afterwards, but heard her voice in the window of his room one night
+after, requesting him to take care of the children, in these words:--
+
+  "Rhag bod anwyd ar fy m�b,
+  Yn rhodd rhowch arno g�b ei d�d:
+  Rhag bod anwyd ar liw'r cann,
+  Rhoddwch arni bais ei mam."
+
+That is,
+
+  "Oh! lest my son should suffer cold,
+  Him in his father's coat infold:
+  Lest cold should seize my darling fair,
+  For her, her mother's robe prepare."
+
+These children and their descendants they say were called Pellings [1],
+a word corrupted from their mother's name Penelope.
+
+[1] In England we frequently meet with the surname Pilling and Billing;
+it might have happened, that a man had met with an English woman of that
+name, and had married her, and, as is usual in brides, she might have
+been, though married, called by her maiden name, and the appellation
+might have been continued to her posterity.--_Authors Note_.
+
+The name Billing and Belling is the family name of one of the oldest
+Cornish (Keltic) families--a fact that suggests other possibilities.--P.
+H. E.
+
+
+
+
+THE LONG-LIVED ANCESTORS.
+
+The Eagle of Gwernabwy had been long married to his female, and had by
+her many children; she died, and he continued a long time a widower; but
+at length be proposed a marriage with the Owl of Cwm Cwmlwyd; but afraid
+of her being young, so as to have children by her, and thereby degrade
+his own family, he first of all went to inquire about her age amongst
+the aged of the world. Accordingly he applied to the Stag of Rhedynfre,
+whom he found lying close to the trunk of an old oak, and requested to
+know the Owl's age.
+
+"I have seen," said the Stag, "this oak an acorn, which is now fallen
+to the ground through age, without either bark or leaves, and never
+suffered any hurt or strain except from my rubbing myself against it
+once a day, after getting up on my legs; but I never remember to have
+seen the Owl you mention younger or older than she seems to be at
+this day. But there is one older than I am, and that is the Salmon of
+Glynllifon."
+
+The Eagle then applied to the Salmon for the age of the Owl. The Salmon
+answered, "I am as many years old as there are scales upon my skin, and
+particles of spawn within my belly; yet never saw I the Owl you mention
+but the same in appearance. But there is one older than I am, and that
+is the Blackbird of Cilgwri."
+
+The Eagle next repaired to the Blackbird of Cilgwri, whom he found
+perched upon a small stone, and enquired of him the Owl's age.
+
+"Dost thou see this stone upon which I sit," said the Blackbird, "which
+is now no bigger than what a man can carry in his hand? I have seen this
+very stone of such weight as to be a sufficient load for a hundred oxen
+to draw, which has suffered neither rubbing nor wearing, save that I rub
+my bill on it once every evening, and touch the tips of my wings on it
+every morning, when I expand them to fly; yet I have not seen the Owl
+either older or younger than she appears to be at this day. But there is
+one older than I am, and that is the Frog of Mochno Bog, and if he does
+not know her age, there is not a creature living that does know it."
+
+The Eagle went last of all to the Frog and desired to know the Owl's
+age. He answered, "I never ate anything but the dust from the spot which
+I inhabit, and that very sparingly, and dost thou see these great hills
+that surround and overawe this bog where I lie? They are formed only
+of the excrements from my body since I have inhabited this place, yet I
+never remember to have seen the Owl but an old hag, making that
+hideous noise, Too, hoo, hoo! always frightening the children in the
+neighbourhood."
+
+So the Eagle of Gwernabwy, the Stag of Rhedynfre, the Salmon of
+Glynllifon, the Blackbird of Cilgwri, the Frog of Mochno Bog, and the
+Owl of Cwm Cawlwyd are the oldest creatures in the whole world!
+
+
+
+
+THE GIANTESS'S APRON-FULL.
+
+A huge giant, in company with his wife, travelling towards the island of
+Mona, with an intention of settling amongst the first inhabitants that
+had removed there, and having been informed that there was but a narrow
+channel which divided it from the continent, took up two large stones,
+one under each arm, to carry with him as a preparatory for making a
+bridge over this channel, and his lady had her apron filled with small
+stones for the same purpose; but, meeting a man on this spot with a
+large parcel of old shoes on his shoulders, the giant asked him how far
+it was to Mona. The man replied, that it was so far, that he had worn
+out those shoes in travelling from Mona to that place. The giant on
+hearing this dropped down the stones, one on each side of him, where
+they now stand upright, about a hundred yards or more distant from each
+other; the space between them was occupied by this Goliah's body.
+His mistress at the same time opened her apron, and dropped down the
+contents of it, which formed this heap.
+
+
+
+
+GWRGAN FARFDRWCH'S FABLE.
+
+Hear me, O ye Britons! On the top of a high rock in Arvon there stood
+a goat, which a lion perceiving from the valley below, addressed her in
+this manner:--
+
+"My dearest neighbour, why preferrest thou that dry barren rock to
+feed on? Come down to this charming valley, where thou mayest feed
+luxuriously upon all sorts of dainties, amongst flowers in shady groves,
+made fruitful by meandering brooks."
+
+"I am much obliged to you, master," replied the goat; "perhaps you mean
+well, and tell me the truth, but you have very bad neighbours, whom I
+do not like to trust, and those are your teeth, so, with your leave, I
+prefer staying where I am."
+
+
+
+
+THE STORY OF THE PIG-TROUGH.
+
+In the beginning of the century, Hughes went as military substitute for
+a farmer's son. He got �80, a watch, and a suit of clothes. His mother
+was loath to let him go, and when he joined his regiment, she followed
+him from Amlych to Pwlheli to try and buy him off. He would not hear of
+it. "Mother," he said, "the whole of Anglesey would not keep me, I want
+to be off, and see the world."
+
+The regiment was quartered in Edinboro', and Hughes married the daughter
+of the burgess with whom he was billeted. Thence, leaving a small son,
+as hostage to the grandparents, they went to Ireland, and Hughes and his
+wife were billeted on a pork-butcher's family in Dublin. One day, the
+mother of the pork-butcher, an old granny, told them she had seen the
+fairies.
+
+"Last night, as I was abed, I saw a bright, bright light come in, and
+afterwards a troop of little angels. They danced all over my bed, and
+they played and sang music--oh! the sweetest music ever I heard. I lay
+and watched them and listened. By-and-bye the light went out and the
+music stopped, and I saw them no more. I regretted the music very much.
+But directly after another smaller light appeared, and a tall dark man
+came up to my bed, and with something in his hand he tapped me on the
+temple; it felt like some one drawing a sharp pin across my temple then
+he went too. In the morning my pillow was covered with blood. I thought
+and thought, and then I knew I had moved the pig's trough and must have
+put it in the fairies' path and the fairies were angered, and the king
+of the fairies had punished me for it." She moved the trough back to its
+old place the next day, and received no more visits from the wee folk.
+
+
+
+
+BILLY DUFFY AND THE DEVIL.
+
+Billy Duffy was an Irishman, a blacksmith, and a drunkard. He had the
+Keltic aversion from steady work, and stuck to his forge only long
+enough to get money for drink; when that was spent, he returned to work.
+
+Billy was coming home one day after one of these drinking-bouts, soberer
+than usual, when he exclaimed to himself, for the thirst was upon him,
+"By God! I would sell myself to the devil if I could get some more
+drink."
+
+At that moment a tall gentleman in black stepped up to him, and said,
+"What did you say?"
+
+"I said I would sell myself to the devil if I could get a drink."
+
+"Well, how much do you want for seven years, and the devil to get you
+then?"
+
+"Well, I can't tell exactly, when it comes to the push."
+
+"Will �700 do you?"
+
+"Yes; I'd take �700."
+
+"And the devil to get you then?"
+
+"Oh, yes; I don't care about that."
+
+When Billy got home he found the money in his smithy. He at once shut
+the smithy, and began squandering the money, keeping open house.
+
+Amongst the people who flocked to get what they could out of Billy came
+an old hermit, who said, "I am very hungry, and nearly starved. Will you
+give me something to eat and drink?"
+
+"Oh, yes; come in and get what you like."
+
+The hermit disappeared, after eating and drinking, and did not reappear
+for several months, when he received the same kindly welcome, again
+disappearing. A few months afterwards he again appeared.
+
+"Come in, come in!" said Billy.
+
+After he had eaten and drunk his full, the hermit said to Billy: "Well,
+three times have you been good and kind to me. I'll give you three
+wishes, and whatever you wish will be sure to come true."
+
+"I must have time to consider," said Billy.
+
+"Oh, you shall have plenty of time to consider, and mind they are good
+wishes."
+
+Next morning Billy told the hermit he was ready. "Well, go on; be sure
+they're good wishes," said the hermit.
+
+"Well, I've got a big sledge-hammer in the smithy, and I wish whoever
+gets hold of that hammer shall go on striking the anvil, and never break
+it, till I tell him to stop."
+
+"Oh, that's a bad wish, Billy."
+
+"Oh, no; you'll see it's good. Next thing I wish for is a purse so that
+no one can take out whatever I put into it."
+
+"Oh, Billy, Billy! that's a bad wish. Be careful now about the third
+wish," said the hermit.
+
+"Well, I have got an armchair upstairs, and I wish that whoever may sit
+in that armchair will never be able to get up till I let them."
+
+"Well, well, indeed; they are not very good wishes."
+
+"Oh, yes; I've got my senses about me. I think I'll make them good
+wishes, after all."
+
+The seven years, all but three days, had passed, and Billy was back
+working at his forge, for all his money was gone, when the dark
+gentleman stepped in and said:
+
+"Now, Billy, during these last three days you may have as much money as
+you like," and he disappeared.
+
+On the last day of his seven years Billy was penniless, and he went to
+the taproom of his favourite inn, which was full.
+
+"Well, boys," said Billy, "we must have some money to-night. I'll treat
+you, and give you a pound each," and rising, he placed his tumbler in
+the middle of the table, and wished for twenty pounds. No sooner had
+he wished than a ball of fire came through the ceiling, and the twenty
+sovereigns fell into the tumbler. Everyone was taken aback, and there
+was a noise as if a bomb had burst, and the fireball disappeared, and
+rolled down the garden path, the landlord following it. After this
+they each drank what they liked, and Billy gave them a sovereign apiece
+before he went home.
+
+The next morning he was in his smithy making a pair of horseshoes, when
+the devil came in and said:
+
+"Well, Billy, I'll want you this morning."
+
+"Yes; all right. Take hold of this sledge-hammer, and give me a few
+hammers till I finish this job before I go."
+
+So the devil seized the hammer and began striking the anvil, but he
+couldn't stop.
+
+So Billy laughed, and locked him in, and was away three days. During
+this time the people collected round the smithy, and peeped through the
+cracks in the shutter, for they could hear the hammer going night and
+day.
+
+At the end of three days Billy returned and opened the door, and the
+devil said, "Oh, Billy, you've played a fine trick to me; let me go."
+
+"What are you going to give me if I let you go?"
+
+"Seven years more, twice the money, and two days' grace for wishing for
+what you like."
+
+The devil paid his money and disappeared, and Billy shut the smithy and
+took to gambling and drinking, so that at the end of seven years he was
+without a penny, and working again in his smithy.
+
+On the last night of the seven years he went to his favourite
+public-house again, and wished for five pounds.
+
+After he wished, a little man entered and spat the sovereigns into the
+tumbler, and they all drank all night.
+
+Next morning Billy went back to his smithy. The devil, who had grown
+suspicious, turned himself into a sovereign and appeared on the floor.
+Billy seized the sovereign and clapped it into his purse. Then he took
+his purse and lay it upon the anvil, and began to beat it with his
+sledge-hammer, when the devil began to call out, "Spare my poor limbs,
+spare my poor limbs!"
+
+"How much now if I let you go?" asked Billy
+
+"Seven more years, three times the money, and one day in which to wish
+for what you like."
+
+Billy took the sovereign out of his purse and threw it away, when he
+found his money in the smithy.
+
+Billy carried on worse than ever; gambled and drank and raced,
+squandering it all before his seven years was gone. On the last day of
+his term he went to his favourite inn as usual and wished for a tumbler
+full of sovereigns. A little man with a big head, a big nose, and big
+mouth, a little body, and little legs, with clubbed feet and a forked
+tail, brought them in and put them in the tumbler. The drunkards in the
+room got scared when they saw the little man, for he looked all glowing
+with fire as he danced on the table. When he finished, he said, "Billy,
+to-morrow morning our compact is up."
+
+"I know it, old boy, I know it, old boy!" said Billy. Then the devil ran
+out and disappeared, and the people began to question Billy:
+
+"What is that? I think it is you, Mister Duffy, he is after."
+
+"Oh, it is nothing at all," said Billy.
+
+"I should think there was something," said the man.
+
+"I am afraid my house will get a bad name," croaked the landlord.
+
+"Not in the least! You are only a coward," said Billy.
+
+"But in the name of God, what is it all about?" asked an old man.
+
+"Oh, you'll see by-and-bye," said Billy; "it is nothing at all."
+
+Next morning Billy went to his smithy, but the devil would not come near
+it.
+
+So he went to his house, and began to quarrel with his wife, and whilst
+he was quarrelling the devil walked in and said:
+
+"Well, Mr. Duffy, I am ready for you."
+
+"Ah, yes; just sit down and wait a minute or two. I have some papers I
+want to put to rights before I go."
+
+So the devil sat down in the arm-chair, and Billy went to the smithy and
+heated a pair of tongs red-hot, and coming back, he got the devil by the
+nose, and pulled it out as though it had been soft iron. And the devil
+began yelling, but he could not move, and Billy kept drawing the nose
+out till it was long enough to reach over the window, when he put an
+old bell-topper on the end of it. And the devil yelled, and snorted fire
+from his nose.
+
+The whole of the village crowded round Billy's, house--at a safe
+distance--calling out, "Billy and the devil! The devil and Billy Duffy!"
+
+The devil got awful savage, and blackguarded Billy Duffy terribly; but
+it was useless. Billy kept him there for days, till he got civil and
+said:
+
+"Mr. Duffy, what will you let me go for?"
+
+"Only one thing: I am to live the rest of my life without you, and have
+as much gold as I like."
+
+The devil agreed, so Billy let him go; and immediately he grew rich. He
+lived to a good old age squandering money all the time, but at last he
+died and when he got to the gates of hell the clerk said "Who are you?"
+"Billy Duffy," said he. And when the devil, who was standing near,
+heard, he said:
+
+"Good God! bar the gates and double-lock them for if this Billy Duffy
+the blacksmith gets in he will ruin us all."
+
+Old Billy saw a pair of red-hot tongs, which he picked up, and seized
+the devil by the nose. When the devil pulled back his head he left a
+red-hot bit of his nose in the tongs.
+
+Then Billy Duffy went up to the gates of heaven and St. Peter asked him
+who he was.
+
+"Billy Duffy the blacksmith," he answered.
+
+"No admittance! You are a bold, bad man," said St. Peter.
+
+"Good God! what will I do?" said Billy, and he went back to the earth,
+where he and the piece of the devil's nose melted into a ball of fire,
+and he roves the earth till this day as a will-o'-the-wisp.
+
+
+
+
+THE STORY OF JOHN 0' GROATS.
+
+He was an old seaman, with weather-beaten face and black eyes, that had
+looked upon many lands and many sights.
+
+"Well, indeed, I'll tell you about Johnny Groats as it was told to me
+one night in the trades," he said, blowing a whiff of smoke from his
+wheezy pipe.
+
+"Well, in olden times there was a rich lord, who owned all the property
+looking on to the Pentlands--an awful place in bad weather; indeed, in
+any weather.
+
+"He was a lone man, for his wife was dead, and his son had turned out to
+be a rake and a spendthrift, spending all his substance upon harlots and
+entertainments.
+
+"Now this lord had a factor, by name John o' Scales, a stingy, cunning
+man, who robbed his master all he could during the week, and prayed hard
+for forgiveness on the Sabbath.
+
+"The lord, who was getting very old, was much grieved on account of his
+son's behaviour. 'He'll spend everything when I am gone, and the estates
+will go into other hands,' the old man said to himself."
+
+        *       *       *       *       *
+
+"One fine morning in summer the factor received orders to build a hut by
+the sea, and plant bushes and trees round about it. 'But don't make
+the door to fit close; leave the space of a foot at the bottom, so the
+leaves can blow in, for I want the hut to shoot sea-fowl as they flight,
+and it is cold standing on the bare ground,' said the old man.
+
+"The factor carried out his master's instructions, but not without
+suspicion of ulterior motives on his master's part. However, when he saw
+my lord shooting the birds and stuffing many of them his suspicions
+were allayed, and the factor thought that, after all, though his master
+wanted the hut for flight-shooting, still he must be getting softening
+of the brain, for it was very eccentric that he should take up this new
+hobby in his old age.
+
+"So the old lord was never disturbed in his hut by curious and ill-timed
+visits.
+
+"After a time the lord died, and was laid with his fathers, the prodigal
+inheriting the property.
+
+"The old castle was then the scene of perpetual feastings and card
+parties, so that in a few years the property was heavily mortgaged, the
+old factor advancing the money.
+
+"Things went apace, until one day the factor informed the young
+spendthrift that he had spent everything, and the estates were no longer
+his, so he gave him a few pounds, and turned him out.
+
+"When the news spread round the countryside his old friends began to
+drop off, until at last the spendthrift found every door closed against
+him.
+
+"When he had spent his last penny, the prodigal thought of the key which
+his father had given him, saying, 'When you have spent everything, take
+this key, and go to the hut.'
+
+"But he had lost the key long before.
+
+"Nevertheless, he went to the hut. It had a deserted appearance, being
+overgrown with moss and lichens.
+
+"He managed to squeeze himself under the door, and when he stood up he
+saw a rope, with a noose hanging from the centre of the roof. Pursuing
+his investigations, he found a parchment nailed to the back of the door,
+and in one corner stood an old three-legged stool. There was nothing
+else in the damp, mouldy room, so he began to read the parchment.
+
+"'Thou art come to beggary; end thy miserable existence, for it is thy
+father's wish,' he read.
+
+"He was dazed, and looked from the parchment to the rope, and from the
+rope to the parchment, saying to himself: 'Well, I have come to that, I
+must follow my father's wish.'
+
+"So he got the stool and put it under the noose, and standing upon it,
+adjusted the rope with trembling fingers round his neck, when he said,
+hoarsely: 'Father, I do thy bidding,' and he kicked the stool from under
+him.
+
+"Immediately he heard a crash, and found himself lying upon the leaves,
+with a feeling that his neck had been jerked off. However, he soon
+recovered, and, taking the noose from his neck, he looked up and saw an
+open trap-door in the ceiling. Placing the stool beneath the opening,
+he got on to it, and lifted himself through the trap-door, when he found
+himself in a loft, a parchment nailed to the wall facing him, and on
+the parchment was written, 'This has been prepared, for your end was
+foreseen, and your foolish father buried three chests of gold one foot
+below the surface of the floor of the hut. Go and take it and buy back
+your estate: marry, and beget an heir.'
+
+"'Good God! is this a ghastly joke?' said the prodigal. But the words
+looked truthful; so he tore down the parchment, dropped through the
+trap-door, shut it, and readjusted the rope. He left the hut and
+borrowed a pick and shovel, and returning to the hut, he began to dig,
+and found one chest full of gold. When he made this discovery he closed
+the chest, filled in the hole, and spread leaves over the spot. He then
+ran off to his father's best friend, and told him of his good luck. They
+then called in two other friends, and consulted together how the old
+lord's wish was best to be carried out. 'I'll tell you,' said his
+father's oldest friend. 'Mr. John o' Scales gives a great dinner party
+once a month, and three of us here are invited as usual. You must come
+in in the middle of dinner in your ordinary beggar clothes and beg
+humbly for some food, when he will give orders to have you turned out.
+Then you must begin to call him a liar and a thief, and accuse him of
+robbing your father and yourself of your inheritance. You'll see he'll
+get angry, and offer to let you have it back.'
+
+"So the prodigal dug up the chests, and carted the money away in canvas
+bags, storing it at his friend's house."
+
+        *       *       *       *       *
+
+"When the night of the dinner party came, the prodigal drove up to the
+castle in a cart filled with canvas bags. Jumping off his seat by the
+driver, he went into the feast in his beggar's clothes, and going up to
+the host, he begged humbly for some food.
+
+"'Go from this house! What business have you here?' asked the host.
+
+"Most of the gentlemen and ladies began to frown upon him, and murmur
+against him, as he walked to the lady of the house and begged her to
+give him some food, but she replied:
+
+"'Oh, thou spendthrift! thou fool of fools! if all fools were hanged, as
+they ought to be, you'd be the first.'
+
+"Then the beggar's countenance changed, a deep flush of anger overspread
+his features, and drawing himself up to his full height, he said, with
+solemn voice, addressing the host:
+
+"'Thou hast robbed my father all the days of his life, and thou hast
+robbed the orphan. May the curse of God be upon you!'
+
+"The host grew furious; then he looked ashamed, and shouted angrily:
+
+"'Bring me �40,000, and you shall have your estate back. I never robbed
+you, but you lost your inheritance by your own follies.'
+
+"'Gentlemen,' said the beggar, 'I take you all to witness that this
+thief says I can have my estate back for �40,000.'
+
+"The people murmured, and the three friends said: 'We are witnesses.'
+
+"The beggar ran out into the night, and returned with a man laden with
+sacks, and they began to count out �40,000 upon a side-table, where a
+haunch of venison still smoked.
+
+"When they had counted out the money, the beggar said:
+
+"'There is your �40,000; sign this receipt.'
+
+"The amazed factor drew back, when the three friends said:
+
+"'You must sign; you are a gentleman of your word, of course.'
+
+"Mechanically John o' Scales signed the paper.
+
+"'And now,' said the former beggar, 'leave my house at once, with your
+wife--you coward! you cur! You robbed my father, and then cheated me
+when I was a spendthrift. Begone, and may your name be accursed in the
+land!'
+
+"And the son turned all out except his three friends.
+
+"In a few months he married the daughter of one of his friends; but
+he never gambled again, only entertaining his three friends and their
+families, who came and went as they liked.
+
+"And from that day John o' Scales was called John o' Groats."
+
+
+
+
+EVA'S LUCK.
+
+As black-eyed, black-haired Eva Sauvet was walking one day in Jersey she
+saw a lozenge-marked snake, whereupon she ran away frightened.
+
+When she got home and told her mother, the old woman said:
+
+"Well, child, next time you see the snake give it your handkerchief."
+
+The next day Eva went out with beating heart, and ere long she saw
+the snake come gliding out from the bushes, so she threw down her
+handkerchief, for she was too frightened to hand it to the snake.
+
+The snake's eyes gleamed and twinkled, and taking the handkerchief into
+his fangs, he made off to an old ruin, whither Eva followed.
+
+But when they got to the ruin the snake disappeared, and Eva ran home to
+tell her mother.
+
+Next day, P�re Sauvet and some men went to the ruin, where Eva showed
+the hole where the snake had disappeared.
+
+Old P�re Sauvet lit a fire, and smoked the snake out, killing it with a
+stick as it glided over the stones.
+
+After that they dug out the hole, when they found the handkerchief.
+Digging still further along, they came upon a hollow place, at the
+bottom of which they found a lot of gold.
+
+
+
+
+THE FISHERMEN OF SHETLAND.
+
+There was a snug little cove in one of the Shetland Islands. At the
+head of the cove stood a fishing hamlet, containing some twenty huts. In
+these huts lived the fisher-folk, ruled by one man--the chief--who was
+the father of two beautiful daughters.
+
+Now these fishermen for some years had been very lucky, for a fairy
+queen and her fairies had settled there, and she had given her power
+over to a merman, who was the chief of a large family of mermaids. The
+fairy queen had made the merman a belt of sea-weed, which he always wore
+round his body. The merman used to turn the water red, green, and white,
+at noon each day, so that the fishermen knew that if they cast their
+nets into the coloured waters they would make good hauls.
+
+Amongst these fishermen were two brave brothers, who courted the chief's
+daughters, but the old man would not let them get married until they
+became rich men.
+
+Whenever the fishermen went off in the boats the merman was used to sit
+on a rock, and watch them fishing.
+
+Close by the hamlet was a great wood, in which lived a wicked old witch
+and a dwarf.
+
+Now this witch wished to get possession of the merman's belt, and so
+gain the fairy's power. Telling her scheme to the dwarf, she said to
+him:
+
+"Now you must trap the merman when he is sitting on the rocks watching
+the fishing fleet. But I must change you into a bee, when you must
+suck of the juice in this magic basin, then fly off and alight on the
+merman's head, when he will fall asleep."
+
+So the dwarf agreed, and it happened as she had said; and the merman
+fell asleep, and the dwarf stole the belt and brought it to the witch.
+
+"Now you must wear the belt," said the witch to the dwarf, "and you will
+have the power and the fairy will lose her power."
+
+They then translated the sleeping merman to the forest and laid him
+before the hut, when the witch got a copper vessel, saying:
+
+"We must bury him in this."
+
+Then she got the magic pot, and told the dwarf to take a ladleful of
+the fluid in the pot, and pour it over the merman, which he did, and
+immediately the merman turned into smoke, that settled in the copper
+vessel. Then they sealed the copper vessel tightly.
+
+"Now take this vessel, and heave it into the sea fifty miles from the
+land," said the witch, and the dwarf did as he was bid.
+
+"Now we'll starve those old fishermen out this winter," said the witch;
+and it happened as she had said--they could catch nothing.
+
+In the spring the queen fairy came to one of the young fishermen who was
+courting one of the chief's daughters, and said:
+
+"You must venture for the sake of your love, and for the lives of the
+fishermen, or you will all starve--but I will be with you. Will you run
+the risk?"
+
+"I will," said the brave fisherman.
+
+"Well, the dwarf has got my belt, he stole it from the merman, and so I
+have lost power over the world for twelve months and a day; but if you
+get back the belt I can settle the witch; if not, you will all starve
+and catch no fish."
+
+So the bold fisherman agreed to try.
+
+"Now I must transform you into a bear, and you'll have to watch the
+witch and the dwarf, and take your chance of getting the belt; and you
+must watch where he hides his treasure, for he is using the belt as a
+means to get gold, which he hides in a cave."
+
+And so the sailor was turned into a bear, and he went to the wood and
+watched the dwarf, and saw that he hid his treasure in a cave in some
+crags.
+
+The bear had been given the power of making himself invisible, by
+sitting on his haunches and rubbing his ears with his paws.
+
+One night, when it was very boisterous, the bear felt like going to see
+his sweetheart. So he went, and knocked at the door. The girl opened the
+door, and shrieked when she saw the bear.
+
+"Oh, let him in," said her old mother.
+
+So the bear came in and asked for shelter from the storm, for he could
+speak.
+
+And he went and sat by the fire, and asked his sweetheart to brush the
+snow from his coat, which she did.
+
+"I won't do you any harm," he said; "let me sleep by the fire."
+
+He came again the next night, and they gave him some gruel, and played
+with him; for he was just like a dog.
+
+So he came every night until the springtime, when, one morning, as he
+was going away, he said:
+
+"You mustn't expect me any more. Spring has come, and the snows have
+melted. I can't come again till the summer is over."
+
+So he returned to the wood and watched the dwarf, but he could never
+catch him without his belt, until one day he saw him fishing for salmon
+without the belt, and at the same time his sweetheart and her sister
+came by picking flowers.
+
+So the bear went up to the dwarf, and the dwarf, when he saw him coming,
+said:
+
+"Ah! good bear! good bear! let me go. These two girls will be a more
+dainty morsel for you."
+
+But the bear smote him with his paw and killed him, and immediately the
+bear was turned into his former self, and the girls ran up and kissed
+him, and talked.
+
+Then he took the two girls to the dwarf's cave, and gave each of them a
+bag of treasure, keeping one for himself. And taking the belt, he put it
+on, and they all walked back to the hamlet, when he told the fishermen
+that their troubles would soon be over--but that he must kill the witch
+first.
+
+Then he turned the belt three times, and said:
+
+"I wish for the queen fairy."
+
+And she came, and was delighted, and said: "Now you must come and slay
+the witch," and she handed him a bow and arrow, telling him to use it
+right and tight when he got to the hut.
+
+So he went off to the wood, and found the witch in her hut, and she
+begged for mercy.
+
+"Oh no, you have done too much mischief," he said, and he shot her.
+
+Then the queen fairy appeared, and sent him to gather dry wood to make
+a fire. When the fire was made she sent him to fetch the witch's wand,
+which she cast into the flames, saying:
+
+"Now, mark my word, all the devils of hell will be here."
+
+And when the wand began to burn all the devils came and tried to snatch
+it from the fire, but the queen raised her wand, saying:
+
+  "Through this powerful wand
+  that I hold in my hand,
+  Through this bow and arrow
+  I have caused her to be slain,
+  That she may leave our domain.
+  Now take her up high
+  into the sky,
+  And let her burst asunder
+  as a clap of thunder.
+  Then take her to hell
+  and there let her dwell,
+  To all eternity."
+
+And the wand was burnt, and the devils carried the witch off in a noise
+like thunder.
+
+The twelve months were up on that day, and the fairy said to the
+fisherman:
+
+"Take your chief and your brother, and put out to sea half-a-mile, where
+you'll see a red spot, bright as the sun on the water; cast in your net
+on the sea-side of the spot, and pull to the shore."
+
+They did as the queen commanded, and when they pulled the net on the
+shore they found the copper vessel.
+
+"Now open it," said the queen to the fisherman with the belt, "but cover
+your belt with your coat first."
+
+And he did so, and when he opened the copper a ball of smoke rose into
+the air, and suddenly the merman stood before them, and said:
+
+  "The first four months that I was in prison,
+  I swore I'd make the man as rich as a king,
+  The man who released me.
+  But there was no release, no release, no release.
+
+  The second four months that I was in prison,
+  I swore I'd make the water run red,
+  But there was no release, no release, no release.
+
+  The last four months that I was in prison,
+  I swore in my wrath I'd take my deliverer's life,
+  Whoever he might be."
+
+Whereupon the fisherman opened his coat and showed him the belt. Then
+the merman immediately cooled down, and said:
+
+"Oh, that's how I came into this trouble."
+
+Then he asked the fisherman with the belt what had happened, and he told
+him the whole story.
+
+Then the queen told the fisherman to take the girdle off and put it back
+on the merman, and he did so; and suddenly the merman took to the sea,
+and began to sing from a rock:
+
+  _"As I sit upon the rock,
+  I am like a statue block,
+  And I straighten my hair,
+  That is so long and fair.
+  And now my eyes look bright,
+  For I am in great delight,
+  Because I am free in glee,
+  To roam over the sea."_
+
+After that the hamlet was joyful again, for the fishermen began to catch
+plenty of fish; for the merman showed them where to cast their nets, by
+colouring the water as of old.
+
+And the two brothers married the chief's two beautiful daughters, and
+they lived happily ever afterwards.
+
+
+
+
+THE PASTOR'S NURSE.
+
+Mon p�re �tait tr�s jeune encore quand il est entr� au saint minist�re
+et qu'il fut nomm� pasteur � Hambach, village de la Lorraine. L'endroit
+�tait assez grand, mais de peu de ressources, et il �tait heureux de
+trouver quelqu'un qui, dans son inexp�rience et loin de sa famille,
+fut capable de lui aider � fonder sa maison, selon les usages et les
+traditions d'un bon presbyt�re.
+
+C'est Madame Catherine Reeb, personne d'un �ge m�r, dont le mari avait
+�t� instituteur, mais qui d'une nature m�contente et orgueilleuse, se
+croyait au-dessus de sa sph�re, et faisait sentir � sa pauvre femme, qui
+l'aimait d'un d�vouement admirable, toutes les tortures que l'�go�sme
+peut inventer. Elle se donna � peine le n�cessaire pour procurer � son
+seigneur et m�itre tous les soins que sa sup�riorit� imaginaire pouvait
+exiger, et pourtant il ne fut jamais content, et un beau jour
+disparut, sans qu'on p�t retrouver ses traces. La pauvre Catherine fut
+inconsolable, mais ne perdit pas l'espoir qu'un jour son mari ne rev�nt,
+charg� de tous les honneurs, qu'elle aussi, bonne �me cr�dule, lui
+croyait d�s.
+
+C'est dans ces conditions qu'elle vint tenir le m�nage de mon p�re, elle
+le fit avec beaucoup de tact et de douceur, mais tout en elle respirait
+la tristesse, l'abandon. Quand, apr�s quelques ann�es, mon p�re se
+maria, Catherine continua son activit� dans la maison, mais avec son bon
+sens naturel, en r�f�ra la responsabilit� � sa jeune ma�tresse, qu'elle
+aimait beaucoup.
+
+Ma m�re chercha par bien des moyens � la distraire de son chagrin. Elle
+devint plus gaie, quand elle nous raconta des histoires et fit des jeux
+avec nous. Nos parents se faisaient un plaisir de l'observer parfois
+quand elle ne s'endouta pas, se disant: "Voil� ce qu'il fallait � notre
+vieille Catherine, ce sont les enfants qui lui ont port� l'oubli."
+
+Mais cela ne devait pas durer bien longtemps. Elle redevint peu � peu
+silencieuse, et ses profonds soupirs ne prouv�rent que trop que l'oubli
+du triste pass� n'�tait qu'� la surfa�e; ses mani�res taciturnes et les
+manifestations d'une secr�te inqui�tude commen�aient m�me � troubler
+mes parents, et mon p�re essaya par beaucoup de bont� � la persuader
+d'accepter les �preuves de sa vie comme venant de Dieu. Elle pleura
+beaucoup et s'effor�a de se gagner un peu de calme, mais sans fruit.
+
+Un beau jour elle vint trouver mon p�re et lui dit: "Mon cher ma�tre,
+aidez-moi a ex�cuter mon projet, et surtout n'essayez pas de m'en
+dissuader. Je suis d�cid�e � aller � la recherche de mon mari; je sais
+qu'il a besoin de moi, il m'appelle, et je vais partir. Procurez-moi les
+papiers et certificats n�cessaires � cette entreprise, afin que je ne
+sois pas inqui�t�e par le police. J'irai o� mes pieds me conduiront,
+je ne sais o� je le retrouverai, mais je sais que je le reverrai. Je
+marcherai de jour, et de nuit je me logerai dans une auberge ou une
+ferme, et je vous donnerai de mes nouvelles."
+
+Mon p�re voyait qu'il ne pouvait �branler sa r�solution, fit ce qu'elle
+lui demanda, pourvoyant tant que possible aux besoins de la route, et
+c'est le coeur gros de sinistres pr�sages que mes parents virent partir
+leur bonne et fid�le servante. Quand je lui dis: "Tu ne nous aimes
+donc plus, puisque tu pars?" elle m'embrassa en pleurant, et dit, "Je
+reviendrai!" Il y avait alors vingt ans depuis la disparition de son
+mari, pendant lesquel elle avait soigneusement entretenu son m�nage dans
+une petite maison qui lui, appartenait.
+
+Elle partit donc, ainsi qu'elle l'avait dit; marchant de jour et se
+reposant de nuit, se dirigeant vers la Prusse.
+
+Elle fut absente sans que nous eussions de ses nouvelles pendant au-del�
+d'un mois quand un jour le facteur apporte une lettre � mon p�re de la
+part d'un coll�gue inconnu d'un village de la Prusse, qui lui dit: "Une
+femme de respectable apparence, munie de certificats identifiant ses
+dires, est venue me prier de proc�der � l'humation de son mari qu'elle
+a trouv� mort dans un bois du village voisin. L'autorit� municipale a
+compar� les papiers trouv�s dans les poches de l'inconnu et a constat�
+qu'ils sont en rapport avec ceux que la femme Reeb porte sur elle, et
+sur ce fait, et voyant que l'homme �tait mort sans violence, a laiss�
+ses restes � elle qui se dit sa veuve et qui lui a rendu les derniers
+honneurs au cimeti�re de notre village."
+
+Inutile de d�crire la surprise de mes parents � la reception de cette
+lettre, qui fut bient�t suivie par le retour de Catherine. Elle compl�ta
+le r�cit du pasteur en disant qu'un matin en sortant de ce village, elle
+alla trouver un petit bois, quand elle vit au bord du chemin un homme
+�tendu mort, mais qui venait seulement de cesser de vivre. Elle le
+regarda, l'examina et reconnut son mari; il lui parut �vident qu'il
+faisait son retour vers la patrie et elle, mais que la mort l'avait
+surpris en route. Catherine fut bien plus calme apr�s ces �v�nements,
+mais ses forces d�clin�rent et dans la m�me ann�e on creusa pour elle
+une tombe au cimeti�re de Hambach. Elle n'avait plus de famille que
+celle qu'elle avait si fid�lement servie, et les larmes de deux jeunes
+enfants prouv�rent que quoique abandonn�e elle avait �t� aim�e.
+
+
+
+
+NOTES.
+
+(1) THE FAIRIES OF CARAGONAN.
+
+Source: This story came from a Welsh pedlar--a woman. Its genuineness
+may be relied upon. I find it a common belief that fairies have power
+over witches, and the witch-hare is commonly believed in; also a
+witch-fox. I have heard of no evil fairies in Wales; all the mischief
+seems to be the work of witches. I have heard several variants of the
+witch-hare.
+
+
+
+(2) THE CRAIG-Y-DON BLACKSMITH.
+
+This story I have heard from four different persons.
+
+
+
+(3) OLD GWILYM.
+
+Source: This story came from an old Welshman who says he knew Gwilym,
+and heard the story from his lips. The narrator may be relied upon.
+
+
+
+(4) THE BABY-FARMER.
+
+Same source.
+
+
+
+(5) THE OLD MAN AND THE FAIRIES.
+
+Same source as 2. In Wales, so far as I have heard, the disappointed
+always find _cockle-shells_.
+
+
+
+(6) TOMMY PRITCHARD.
+
+Same source as 2.
+
+
+
+(7) KADDY'S LUCK.
+
+Same source as 2.
+
+
+
+(8) STORY OF GELERT.
+
+As told by an old fisherman. The variant of this well-known story may
+prove useful. Borrow's "tent" theory is, I think, an invention of his
+own. I was fortunate enough to get possession of an old book (without
+title-page, title, or author's name), in which the following remarks on
+this story occur:--
+
+"Some say this should be written Bedd Gelert, or Gilert, signifying
+Gelert's, or Gilert's Grave. To this name is annexed a traditional
+story, which it is hardly worth while to mention. However, the substance
+of the tradition is, that Prince Llewelyn ap Iorwerth, in a fit of
+passion, killed a favourite greyhound in this place, named Gelert, or
+Gilert, and that, repenting of the deed, he caused a tomb to be erected
+over his grave, where afterwards the parish church was built. See the
+story at large in Mr. Edw. Jones's _Welsh Music_. But we may reasonably
+conclude that this is all a fable, both when we consider the impiety of
+building a church for divine worship over the grave of a dog, an impiety
+not consistent with the genius of that age; and when we consider, also,
+that the establishment of parochial cures, and the building of our
+country churches in Wales, began soon after the dispersion of the
+British clergy, which happened at the time of the massacre at Bangor
+Iscoed, A.D. 603, at the instigation of Augustine the Monk, employed
+for that purpose by the See of Rome. Llewelyn ap Iorwerth governed Wales
+from A.D. 1194 to 1240, when he died; so that parish churches were built
+between five and six hundred years before the time of this prince.
+
+"This Gelert, or Gilert, must, in all probability, have been some old
+monk or saint of that name, who was interred here, and was either the
+first founder of this church, or one to whose memory it was dedicated,
+if built after his time. Bethgelert, before the Reformation, was a
+priory. Lewis Dwnn, a bard of the fifteenth century, in a poem (the
+purport of which is to solicit David, the Prior of Bethgelert, to bestow
+on John Wynne, of Gwydwr, Esq., a fine bay horse which he possessed)
+extols the Prior for his liberality and learning. Hence we are led to
+suppose that this monk was very opulent, and a popular character in his
+time."
+
+The stories of a hunter killing his favourite greyhound (always a
+greyhound) are common to many districts. The book quoted is said to be
+written by a Mr. Williams, in 1800.
+
+
+
+(9) ORIGIN OF THE WELSH.
+
+Source: An old seaman, who avers he heard it on a ship, on the way home
+from Calcutta. I look with suspicion on the story. However, the Welsh
+always believed they were descended from the Trojans, and the author of
+the book cited says on this point:--
+
+"Elen was a very common name among the ancient British ladies, and it
+seems to have been often bestowed out of compliment upon genteel and
+beautiful women; as we sometimes hear at this day _Ei Elen O--his
+Elen_ when a man has a young and beautiful wife; and there is hardly
+a love-song but the woman is called or compared in it to the Trojan
+Helena, or Elen, as the Welsh write and pronounce the word. The Welsh
+have had amongst them, time out of mind, a tradition that the first
+colony of Bretons came to these islands from Troy after the destruction
+of that city."
+
+
+
+(10) THE STORY OF THE CROWS.
+
+Source: Told me by an old man, who knew the defunct.
+
+
+
+(11) ROBERTS AND THE FAIRIES.
+
+Source: Told me by another old man, and I believe it to be genuine.
+
+There is another story of the same kind, of a man who was searching for
+treasure in Beaumaris Castle, and after he had told of his luck a stone
+fell on him, so that he had to go away.
+
+
+
+(12) THE QUEEN OF THE DELL.
+
+Came from the same old pedlar as No. 1. A genuine story. The narrator
+says you seldom hear a fairy story in Anglesea unless there is a witch
+in it.
+
+
+
+(13) ELLEN'S LUCK.
+
+Source: Told me by the same old man as No. 11. I believe it to be
+genuine, and the narrator trustworthy.
+
+
+
+(14) THE PELLINGS.
+
+Source: Taken _verbatim_ from the old book referred to. In the context
+the author says these people inhabited the districts about the foot of
+Snowdon, and were known by the nickname of Pellings, which is not yet
+extinct; and he says they tell the tale as given. After telling
+the story, which he entitles a fairy story, he makes the following
+suggestive comments:--
+
+"Before the Reformation, when the Christian world was enveloped in
+Popish darkness and superstition, when the existence of fairies and
+other spectres was not questioned, and when such a swarm of idle
+people, under the names of minstrels, poets, begging friars, etc., were
+permitted to ramble about, it may be supposed that these vagrants had
+amongst themselves some kind of rule or government, if I may so term
+it, as we are assured those that now-a-days go under the name of gypsies
+have. Such people might, at appointed times on fine moonlight nights,
+assemble in some sequestered spot, to regulate their dark affairs and
+divide the spoil; and then perform their nightly _orgies_, so as to
+terrify people from coming near them, lest their tricks and cheats
+should be discovered. It is possible the men of Ystrad might have less
+superstition, and somewhat more courage, than their neighbours, and
+supposing such a one to come suddenly on these nightly revellers, he
+would of course cause great consternation amongst them; and, on finding
+a comely female in the group, it is not unnatural to imagine that he
+might, as the heroes of old have done before him, seize on a beauteous
+Helen, carry her home, and in process of time marry her--for many
+valorous knights have done the latter; but she, on account of some
+domestic jars, might afterwards have eloped from him, and returned to
+her former companions and occupation."
+
+The author makes the following remarks in a foot-note:--
+
+"The English writers of romances feign the fairies to be of a smaller
+size than even the fabled pigmies; the Welsh people ever supposed them
+to be of the same stature with mankind. Shakespeare describes his fairy
+as less than a mite, riding through people's brains to make the chase.
+This has not been my experience. I have had them described to me of all
+sizes, varying from a woman to little people two feet high. They have
+been described, when large, as dressed like ordinary ladies, when small,
+with short dresses; no hats, and hair in a plaited pigtail down the
+back."
+
+Finally, the writer says:
+
+"What other interpretation can be given to this tale I know not. This,
+and such other tales, the material of which one might collect a volume,
+must, it may reasonably be supposed, have something of reality for their
+origin and foundation, before they were dressed out in the familiar garb
+given them by their authors."
+
+So our author is a "realist" as regards the origin of fairies.
+
+
+
+(15) THE LONG-LIVED ANCESTORS.
+
+Source: Taken _verbatim_ from the book quoted. This fable refers to the
+place, _Cwm Caw Lwyd_, regarding which the writer says:
+
+"With regard to the _Cwm Caw Lwyd_, there is a still extant fable
+entitled _Creaduriaid Hir Hoedlog_ (i.e., the long-lived ancestors),
+which seems to be a composition of no modern date. At present the moral
+of it cannot be elucidated; but it seems that, in one respect, it was
+intended to represent the solitariness of this place, inhabited only
+by the weeping owl from remote antiquity; and certainly it is the most
+solitary and romantic retreat that the mind of man could imagine." The
+writer says his is a "literal translation of the story, according to the
+Welsh phraseology".
+
+
+
+(16) THE GIANTESS'S APRON-FULL.
+
+Source: _Verbatim_ from the same book. Referring to the heaps of stone
+found on the hill-tops, he gives the fable of the heap found
+upon _Bwlchy Ddeufaen_, which he says is called _Ban Clodidd y
+Gawres_--literally, the giantess's apron-full.
+
+"The writer regards such tales as originally intended as hyperboles, to
+magnify the prowess and magnanimity of renowned persons."
+
+
+
+(17) A FABLE.
+
+Source: Taken _verbatim_ from the same book. The writer quotes it
+apropos of the Roman custom of bribing the Britons on the mountain tops.
+We are told the fable was delivered by one of the Britons, named _Gwrgan
+Farfdrwch_, who spoke to this effect, and then follows the fable.
+
+
+
+(18) THE STORY OF THE PIG-TROUGH.
+
+Source: Told by Hugh's daughter. Genuine.
+
+
+
+(19) BILLY DUFFY AND THE DEVIL.
+
+Source: Told me by the old man who told me of the origin of the Welsh.
+Vague.
+
+
+
+(20) JOHN O' GROATS.
+
+Same source. Vague.
+
+
+
+(21) EVA'S LUCK.
+
+Source: A Jersey fisherman. Reliable. He also informed me that large
+stones, supported on others, were called "Fairy Stones" in Jersey.
+
+
+
+(22) THE FISHERMEN OF SHETLAND.
+
+Source: Told me by a yachting hand, who heard it from a Shetlander named
+Abernethy who was serving in the same yacht with him. Not many years
+ago, some volunteers at Beaumaris swore they saw a mermaid there,
+and fired several shots at it. I think this story to be genuine and
+beautiful.
+
+
+
+(23) THE PASTOR'S NURSE.
+
+Source: Reliable. Written for me by the Pastor's mother in French. Given
+_verbatim_.
+
+
+
+FINAL.
+
+The book I have quoted is in my possession, and was written, I am told,
+by a Mr. Williams, a Welshman, of Llandegai in Anglesea. That he was
+shrewd, reasonable, and knew the people of North Wales thoroughly, is
+evident from the context. The book has no date, but appears to have been
+written in 1800.
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
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+    <div style="height: 8em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h1>
+      WELSH FAIRY-TALES AND OTHER STORIES
+    </h1>
+    <h2>
+      By Anonymous
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      <br />
+    </p>
+    <h3>
+      Collected And Edited By P. H. Emerson
+    </h3>
+    <p>
+      <br /> <br />
+    </p>
+    <h4>
+      To <br /> <br /> Leonard, Sybil, Gladys, And Zoe.
+    </h4>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0001" id="link2H_4_0001"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      AUTHOR&rsquo;S NOTE.
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      These tales were collected by me whilst living in Anglesea during the
+      winter 1891-2.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      With the exception of the French story, they were told me and I took them
+      down at the time.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Particulars respecting the narratives will be found in the Notes.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      In most cases I have done but little &ldquo;editing&rdquo;, preferring to give the
+      stories as told.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The old book referred to in the Notes I bought from a country bookseller,
+      who knew neither its author, title, or date, but I have since been
+      informed the book is Williams&rsquo; <i>Observations on the Snowdon Mountains</i>,
+      published in 1802, a book well known to students of Celtic literature.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      P. H. E.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      CLARINGBOLD, BROADSTAIRS. <i>April 1894</i>.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <b>CONTENTS</b>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0001"> AUTHOR&rsquo;S NOTE. </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0002"> THE FAIRIES OF CARAGONAN. </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0003"> THE CRAIG-Y-DON BLACKSMITH. </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0004"> OLD GWILYM. </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0005"> THE BABY-FARMER. </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0006"> THE OLD MAN AND THE FAIRIES. </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0007"> TOMMY PRITCHARD. </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0008"> KADDY&rsquo;S LUCK. </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0009"> THE STORY OF GELERT. </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0010"> ORIGIN OF THE WELSH. </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0011"> CROWS. </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0012"> ROBERT ROBERTS AND THE FAIRIES. </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0013"> THE FAIRY OF THE DELL. </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0014"> ELLEN&rsquo;S LUCK. </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0015"> THE FAIRIES&rsquo; MINT. </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0016"> THE PELLINGS. </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0017"> THE LONG-LIVED ANCESTORS. </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0018"> THE GIANTESS&rsquo;S APRON-FULL. </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0019"> GWRGAN FARFDRWCH&rsquo;S FABLE. </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0020"> THE STORY OF THE PIG-TROUGH. </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0021"> BILLY DUFFY AND THE DEVIL. </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0022"> THE STORY OF JOHN 0&rsquo; GROATS. </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0023"> EVA&rsquo;S LUCK. </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0024"> THE FISHERMEN OF SHETLAND. </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0025"> THE PASTOR&rsquo;S NURSE. </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_NOTE"> NOTES. </a>
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0002" id="link2H_4_0002"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      THE FAIRIES OF CARAGONAN.
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      Once upon a time a lot of fairies lived in Mona.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      One day the queen fairy&rsquo;s daughter, who was now fifteen years of age, told
+      her mother she wished to go out and see the world.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The queen consented, allowing her to go for a day, and to change from a
+      fairy to a bird, or from a bird to a fairy, as she wished.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      When she returned one night she said:
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;I&rsquo;ve been to a gentleman&rsquo;s house, and as I stood listening, I heard the
+      gentleman was witched: he was very ill, and crying out with pain.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Oh, I must look into that,&rdquo; said the queen.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      So the next day she went through her process and found that he was
+      bewitched by an old witch. So the following day she set out with six other
+      fairies, and when they came to the gentleman&rsquo;s house she found he was very
+      ill.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Going into the room, bearing a small blue pot they had brought with them,
+      the queen asked him:
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Would you like to be cured?&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Oh, bless you; yes, indeed.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      Whereupon the queen put the little blue pot of perfume on the centre of
+      the table, and lit it, when the room was instantly filled with the most
+      delicious odour.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Whilst the perfume was burning, the six fairies formed in line behind her,
+      and she leading, they walked round the table three times, chanting in
+      chorus:
+    </p>
+<pre xml:space="preserve">
+  &ldquo;Round and round three times three,
+  We have come to cure thee.&rdquo;
+ </pre>
+    <p>
+      At the end of the third round she touched the burning perfume with her
+      wand, and then touched the gentleman on the head, saying:
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Be thou made whole.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      No sooner had she said the words than he jumped up hale and hearty, and
+      said:
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Oh, dear queen, what shall I do for you? I&rsquo;ll do anything you wish.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Money I do not wish for,&rdquo; said the queen, &ldquo;but there&rsquo;s a little plot of
+      ground on the sea-cliff I want you to lend me, for I wish to make a ring
+      there, and the grass will die when I make the ring. Then I want you to
+      build three walls round the ring, but leave the sea-side open, so that we
+      may be able to come and go easily.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;With the greatest of pleasure,&rdquo; said the gentleman; and he built the
+      three stone walls at once, at the spot indicated.
+    </p>
+    <h3>
+      II.
+    </h3>
+    <p>
+      Near the gentleman lived the old witch, and she had the power of turning
+      at will into a hare. The gentleman was a great hare hunter, but the hounds
+      could never catch this hare; it always disappeared in a mill, running
+      between the wings and jumping in at an open window, though they stationed
+      two men and a dog at the spot, when it immediately turned into the old
+      witch. And the old miller never suspected, for the old woman used to take
+      him a peck of corn to grind a few days before any hunt, telling him she
+      would call for it on the afternoon of the day of the hunt. So that when
+      she arrived she was expected.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      One day she had been taunting the gentleman as he returned from a hunt,
+      that he could never catch the hare, and he struck her with his whip,
+      saying &ldquo;Get away, you witchcraft!&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      Whereupon she witched him, and he fell ill, and was cured as we have seen.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      When he got well he watched the old witch, and saw she often visited the
+      house of an old miser who lived near by with his beautiful niece. Now all
+      the people in the village touched their hats most respectfully to this old
+      miser, for they knew he had dealings with the witch, and they were as much
+      afraid of him as of her; but everyone loved the miser&rsquo;s kind and beautiful
+      niece.
+    </p>
+    <h3>
+      III.
+    </h3>
+    <p>
+      When the fairies got home the queen told her daughter:
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;I have no power over the old witch for twelve months from to-day, and
+      then I have no power over her life. She must lose that by the arm of a
+      man.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      So the next day the daughter was sent out again to see whether she could
+      find a person suited to that purpose.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      In the village lived a small crofter, who was afraid of nothing; he was
+      the boldest man thereabouts; and one day he passed the miser without
+      saluting him. The old fellow went off at once and told the witch.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Oh, I&rsquo;ll settle his cows to-night!&rdquo; said she, and they were taken sick,
+      and gave no milk that night.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The fairy&rsquo;s daughter arrived at his croft-yard after the cows were taken
+      ill, and she heard him say to his son, a bright lad:
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;It must be the old witch!&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      When she heard this, she sent him to the queen.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      So next day the fairy queen took six fairies and went to the croft, taking
+      her blue pot of perfume. When she got there she asked the crofter if he
+      would like his cows cured?
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;God bless you, yes!&rdquo; he said.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The queen made him bring a round table into the yard, whereon she placed
+      the blue pot of perfume, and having lit it, as before, they formed in line
+      and walked round thrice, chanting the words:
+    </p>
+<pre xml:space="preserve">
+  &ldquo;Round and round three times three,
+  We have come to cure thee.&rdquo;
+ </pre>
+    <p>
+      Then she dipped the end of her wand into the perfume, and touched the cows
+      on the forehead, saying to each one:
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Be thou whole.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      Whereupon they jumped up cured.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The little farmer was overjoyed, and cried:
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Oh, what can I do for you? What can I do for you?&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Money I care not for,&rdquo; said the queen, &ldquo;all I want is your son to avenge
+      you and me.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      The lad jumped up and said:
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;What I can do I&rsquo;ll do it for you, my lady fairy.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      She told him to be at the walled plot the following day at noon, and left.
+    </p>
+    <h3>
+      IV.
+    </h3>
+    <p>
+      The next day at noon, the queen and her daughter and three hundred other
+      fairies came up the cliff to the green grass plot, and they carried a
+      pole, and a tape, and a mirror. When they reached the plot they planted
+      the pole in the ground, and hung the mirror on the pole. The queen took
+      the tape, which measured ten yards and was fastened to the top of the
+      pole, and walked round in a circle, and wherever she set her feet the
+      grass withered and died. Then the fairies followed up behind the queen,
+      and each fairy carried a harebell in her left-hand, and a little blue cup
+      of burning perfume in her right. When they had formed up the queen called
+      the lad to her side, and told him to walk by her throughout. They then
+      started off, all singing in chorus:
+    </p>
+<pre xml:space="preserve">
+  &ldquo;Round and round three times three,
+  Tell me what you see.&rdquo;
+ </pre>
+    <p>
+      When they finished the first round, the queen and lad stopped before the
+      mirror, and she asked the lad what he saw?
+    </p>
+<pre xml:space="preserve">
+  &ldquo;I see, I see, the mirror tells me,
+  It is the witch that I see,&rdquo;
+ </pre>
+    <p>
+      said the lad. So they marched round again, singing the same words as
+      before, and when they stopped a second time before the mirror the queen
+      again asked him what he saw?
+    </p>
+<pre xml:space="preserve">
+  &ldquo;I see, I see, the mirror tells me,
+  It is a hare that I see,&rdquo;
+ </pre>
+    <p>
+      said the lad.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      A third time the ceremony and question were repeated.
+    </p>
+<pre xml:space="preserve">
+  &ldquo;I see, I see, the mirror tells me,
+  The hares run up the hill to the mill.&rdquo;
+ </pre>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Now,&rdquo; said the queen, &ldquo;there is to be a hare-hunting this day week; be at
+      the mill at noon, and I will meet you there.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      And then the fairies, pole, mirror, and all, vanished and only the empty
+      ring on the green was left.
+    </p>
+    <h3>
+      V.
+    </h3>
+    <p>
+      Upon the appointed day the lad went to his tryst, and at noon the Fairy
+      Queen appeared, and gave him a sling, and a smooth pebble from the beach,
+      saying:
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;I have blessed your arms, and I have blessed the sling and the stone.
+    </p>
+<pre xml:space="preserve">
+  &ldquo;Now as the clock strikes three,
+  Go up the hill near the mill,
+  And in the ring stand still
+  Till you hear the click of the mill.
+  Then with thy arm, with power and might,
+  You shall strike and smite
+  The devil of a witch called Jezabel light,
+  And you shall see an awful sight.&rdquo;
+ </pre>
+    <p>
+      The lad did as he was bidden, and presently he heard the huntsman&rsquo;s horn
+      and the hue and cry, and saw the hare running down the opposite hill-side,
+      where the hounds seemed to gain on her, but as she breasted the hill on
+      which he stood she gained on them. As she came towards the mill he threw
+      his stone, and it lodged in her skull, and when he ran up he found he had
+      killed the old witch. As the huntsmen came up they crowded round him, and
+      praised him; and then they fastened the witch&rsquo;s body to a horse by ropes,
+      and dragged her to the bottom of the valley, where they buried her in a
+      ditch. That night, when the miser heard of her death, he dropped down dead
+      on the spot.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      As the lad was going home the queen appeared to him, and told him to be at
+      the ring the following day at noon.
+    </p>
+    <h3>
+      VI.
+    </h3>
+    <p>
+      Next day all the fairies came with the pole and mirror, each carrying a
+      harebell in her left-hand, and a blue cup of burning perfume in her right,
+      and they formed up as before, the lad walking beside the queen. They
+      marched round and repeated the old words, when the queen stopped before
+      the mirror, and said:
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;What do you see?&rdquo;
+     </p>
+<pre xml:space="preserve">
+  &ldquo;I see, I see, the mirror tells me,
+  It is an old plate-cupboard that I see.&rdquo;
+ </pre>
+    <p>
+      A second time they went round, and the question, was repeated.
+    </p>
+<pre xml:space="preserve">
+  &ldquo;I see, I see, the mirror tells me,
+  The back is turned to me.&rdquo;
+ </pre>
+    <p>
+      A third time was the ceremony fulfilled, and the lad answered
+    </p>
+<pre xml:space="preserve">
+  &ldquo;I see, I see, the mirror tells me,
+  A spring-door is open to me.&rdquo;
+ </pre>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Buy that plate-cupboard at the miser&rsquo;s sale,&rdquo; said the queen, and she and
+      her companions disappeared as before.
+    </p>
+    <h3>
+      VII.
+    </h3>
+    <p>
+      Upon the day of the sale all the things were brought out in the road, and
+      the plate-cupboard was put up, the lad recognising it and bidding up for
+      it till it was sold to him. When he had paid for it he took it home in a
+      cart, and when he got in and examined it, he found the secret drawer
+      behind was full of gold. The following week the house and land, thirty
+      acres, was put up for sale, and the lad bought both, and married the
+      miser&rsquo;s niece, and they lived happily till they died.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0003" id="link2H_4_0003"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      THE CRAIG-Y-DON BLACKSMITH.
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      Once upon a time an old blacksmith lived in an old forge at Craig-y-don,
+      and he used to drink a great deal too much beer.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      One night he was coming home from an alehouse very tipsy, and as he got
+      near a small stream a lot of little men suddenly sprang up from the rocks,
+      and one of them, who seemed to be older than the rest, came up to him, and
+      said,
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;If you don&rsquo;t alter your ways of living you&rsquo;ll die soon; but if you behave
+      better and become a better man you&rsquo;ll find it will be to your benefit,&rdquo;
+       and they all disappeared as quickly as they had come.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The old blacksmith thought a good deal about what the fairies had told
+      him, and he left off drinking, and became a sober, steady man.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      One day, a few months after meeting the little people, a strange man
+      brought a horse to be shod. Nobody knew either the horse or the man.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The old blacksmith tied the horse to a hole in the lip of a cauldron (used
+      for the purpose of cooling his hot iron) that he had built in some
+      masonry.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      When he had tied the horse up he went to shoe the off hind-leg, but
+      directly he touched the horse the spirited animal started back with a
+      bound, and dragged the cauldron from the masonry, and then it broke the
+      halter and ran away out of the forge, and was never seen again: neither
+      the horse nor its master.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      When the old blacksmith came to pull down the masonry to rebuild it, he
+      found three brass kettles full of money.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0004" id="link2H_4_0004"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      OLD GWILYM.
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      Old Gwilym Evans started off one fine morning to walk across the Eagle
+      Hills to a distant town, bent upon buying some cheese. On his way, in a
+      lonely part of the hills, he found a golden guinea, which he quickly put
+      into his pocket.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      When he got to the town, instead of buying his provisions, he went into an
+      alehouse, and sat drinking and singing with some sweet-voiced quarrymen
+      until dark, when he thought it was time to go home. Whilst he was
+      drinking, an old woman with a basket came in, and sat beside him, but she
+      left before him. After the parting glass he got up and reeled through the
+      town, quite forgetting to buy his cheese; and as he got amongst the hills
+      they seemed to dance up and down before him, and he seemed to be walking
+      on air. When he got near the lonely spot where he had found the money he
+      heard some sweet music, and a number of fairies crossed his path and began
+      dancing all round him, and then as he looked up he saw some
+      brightly-lighted houses before him on the hill; and he scratched his head,
+      for he never remembered having seen houses thereabouts before. And as he
+      was thinking, and watching the fairies, one came and begged him to come
+      into the house and sit down.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      So he followed her in, and found the house was all gold inside it, and
+      brightly lighted, and the fairies were dancing and singing, and they
+      brought him anything he wanted for supper, and then they put him to bed.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Gwilym slept heavily, and when he awoke turned round, for he felt very
+      cold, and his body seemed covered with prickles; so he sat up and rubbed
+      his eyes, and found that he was quite naked and lying in a bunch of gorse.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      When he found himself in this plight he hurried home, and told his wife,
+      and she was very angry with him for spending all the money and bringing no
+      cheese home, and then he told her his adventures.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Oh, you bad man!&rdquo; she said, &ldquo;the fairies gave you money and you spent it
+      wrongly, so they were sure to take their revenge.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0005" id="link2H_4_0005"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      THE BABY-FARMER.
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      Old Kaddy was a baby-farmer, and one day she went to the woods to gather
+      sticks for her fire, and whilst she was gathering the sticks she found a
+      piece of gold, and took it home; but she never told anyone she had found
+      the money, for she always pretended to be very poor.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      But though she was so poor, she used to dress two of her children in fine
+      clothes; but the others, whom she did not like, she kept in the filthiest
+      rags.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      One day a man knocked at her door, and asked to see the children.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      He sat down in her little room, and she went and brought the ragged little
+      boy and girl, saying she was very poor, and couldn&rsquo;t afford to dress them
+      better; for she had been careful to hide the well-dressed little boy and
+      girl in a cockloft.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      After the stranger had gone she went to the cockloft to look for her
+      well-dressed favourites, but they had disappeared, and they were never
+      seen afterwards, for they were turned into fairies.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0006" id="link2H_4_0006"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      THE OLD MAN AND THE FAIRIES.
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      Many years ago the Welsh mountains were full of fairies. People used to go
+      by moonlight to see them dancing, for they knew where they would dance by
+      seeing green rings in the grass.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      There was an old man living in those days who used to frequent the fairs
+      that were held across the mountains. One day he was crossing the mountains
+      to a fair, and when he got to a lonely valley he sat down, for he was
+      tired, and he dropped off to sleep, and his bag fell down by his side.
+      When he was sound asleep the fairies came and carried him off, bag and
+      all, and took him under the earth, and when he awoke he found himself in a
+      great palace of gold, full of fairies dancing and singing. And they took
+      him and showed him everything, the splendid gold room and gardens, and
+      they kept dancing round him until he fell asleep.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      When he was asleep they carried him back to the same spot where they had
+      found him, and when he awoke he thought he had been dreaming, so he looked
+      for his bag, and got hold of it, but he could hardly lift it. When he
+      opened it he found it was nearly filled with gold.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      He managed to pick it up, and turning round, he went home.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      When he got home, his wife Kaddy said: &ldquo;What&rsquo;s to do, why haven&rsquo;t you been
+      to the fair?&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;I&rsquo;ve got something here,&rdquo; he said, and showed his wife the gold.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Why, where did you get that?&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      But he wouldn&rsquo;t tell her. Since she was curious, like all women, she kept
+      worrying him all night&mdash;for he&rsquo;d put the money in a box under the bed&mdash;so
+      he told her about the fairies.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Next morning, when he awoke, he thought he&rsquo;d go to the fair and buy a lot
+      of things, and he went to the box to get some of the gold, but found it
+      full of cockle-shells.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0007" id="link2H_4_0007"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      TOMMY PRITCHARD.
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      Tommy Pritchard was going to school one day, and on his way he thought he
+      heard somebody singing on the other side of a stone wall by the road, so
+      he climbed up and looked over, and there underneath a stone he saw a
+      sixpence, so he took it.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Every morning after that, when he went to school, he used to look in the
+      same place, and he always found a sixpence.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      His father noticed he was always spending money in the sweet-shop, so he
+      began to think Tommy was stealing from somebody, and one day he asked him
+      where he got the money. Tommy wouldn&rsquo;t tell at first, but his father
+      threatened to beat him, so he told him where he got his sixpences.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Next morning he went to look in the same place for his sixpence, and he
+      found nothing but a cockle-shell. And he never saw anything but a
+      cockle-shell there afterwards.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0008" id="link2H_4_0008"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      KADDY&rsquo;S LUCK.
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      There was a tall young woman whom the fairies used to visit, coming
+      through the keyhole at night. She could hear them dancing and singing in
+      her room, but in the morning they used to go the way they had come, only
+      they always left her some money.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      When she got married she chose a tall husband like herself, and they had a
+      fine big child.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      One night they went to a fair, and they got to one side to hear the
+      fairies; for some people could tell when the fairies were coming, for they
+      made a noise like the wind. Whilst they were waiting she told her husband
+      how the fairies used to leave her money at night.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      When they got home they found their baby all right, and went to bed. But
+      next morning the young mother found her child had been changed in the
+      night, and there was a very little baby in the cradle. And the child never
+      grew big, for the fairies had changed her child for spite.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0009" id="link2H_4_0009"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      THE STORY OF GELERT.
+    </h2>
+    <h3>
+      (AS CURRENT IN ANGLESEA)
+    </h3>
+    <p>
+      It was somewhere about 1200, Prince Llewellyn had a castle at Aber, just
+      abreast of us here; indeed, parts of the towers remain to this day. His
+      consort was the Princess Joan; she was King John&rsquo;s daughter. Her coffin
+      remains with us to this day. Llewellyn was a great hunter of wolves and
+      foxes, for the hills of Carnarvonshire were infested with wolves in those
+      days, after the young lambs.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Now the prince had several hunting-houses&mdash;sorts of farm houses, one
+      of them was at the place now called Beth-Gelert, for the wolves were very
+      thick there at this time. Now the prince used to travel from farm-house to
+      farm-house with his family and friends, when going on these hunting
+      parties.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      One season they went hunting from Aber, and stopped at the house where
+      Beth-Gelert is now&mdash;it&rsquo;s about fourteen miles away. The prince had
+      all his hounds with him, but his favourite was Gelert, a hound who had
+      never let off a wolf for six years.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The prince loved the dog like a child, and at the sound of his horn Gelert
+      was always the first to come bounding up. There was company at the house,
+      and one day they went hunting, leaving his wife and the child, in a big
+      wooden cradle, behind him at the farm-house.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The hunting party killed three or four wolves, and about two hours before
+      the word passed for returning home, Llewellyn missed Gelert, and he asked
+      his huntsmen:
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Where&rsquo;s Gelert? I don&rsquo;t see him.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Well, indeed, master, I&rsquo;ve missed him this half-hour.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      And Llewellyn blew his horn, but no Gelert came at the sound.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Indeed, Gelert had got on to a wolves&rsquo; track which led to the house.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The prince sounded the return, and they went home, the prince lamenting
+      Gelert. &ldquo;He&rsquo;s sure to have been slain&mdash;he&rsquo;s sure to have been slain!
+      since he did not answer the horn. Oh, my Gelert!&rdquo; And they approached the
+      house, and the prince went into the house, and saw Gelert lying by the
+      overturned cradle, and blood all about the room.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;What! hast thou slain my child?&rdquo; said the prince, and ran his sword
+      through the dog.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      After that he lifted up the cradle to look for his child, and found the
+      body of a big wolf underneath that Gelert had slain, and his child was
+      safe. Gelert had capsized the cradle in the scuffle.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Oh, Gelert! Oh, Gelert!&rdquo; said the prince, &ldquo;my favourite hound, my
+      favourite hound! Thou hast been slain by thy master&rsquo;s hand, and in death
+      thou hast licked thy master&rsquo;s hand!&rdquo; He patted the dog, but it was too
+      late, and poor Gelert died licking his master&rsquo;s hand.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Next day they made a coffin, and had a regular funeral, the same as if it
+      were a human being; all the servants in deep mourning, and everybody. They
+      made him a grave, and the village was called after the dog, Beth-Gelert&mdash;Gelert&rsquo;s
+      Grave; and the prince planted a tree, and put a gravestone of slate,
+      though it was before the days of quarries. And they are to be seen to this
+      day.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0010" id="link2H_4_0010"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      ORIGIN OF THE WELSH.
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      Many years ago there lived several wild tribes round the King of Persia&rsquo;s
+      city, and the king&rsquo;s men were always annoying and harassing them, exacting
+      yearly a heavy tribute. Now these tribes, though very brave in warfare,
+      could not hold their own before the Persian army when sent out against
+      them, so that they paid their yearly tribute grudgingly, but took revenge,
+      whenever they could, upon travellers to or from the city, robbing and
+      killing them.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      At last one of the tribesmen, a clever old chieftain, thought of a cunning
+      plan whereby to defeat the Persians, and free themselves from the yearly
+      tribute. And this was his scheme:
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The wild wastes where these tribes lived were infested with large birds
+      called &ldquo;Rohs&rdquo;, {Footnote: Pronounced softly.} which were very destructive
+      to human beings&mdash;devouring men, women, and children greedily whenever
+      they could catch them. Such a terror were they that the tribes had to
+      protect their village with high walls, {Footnote: Can this have anything
+      to do with the idea of walling-in the cuckoo?} and then they slept
+      securely, for the Roh hunted by night. This old chieftain determined to
+      watch the birds, and find out their nesting-places; so he had a series of
+      towers built, in which the watchmen could sleep securely by night. These
+      towers were advanced in whatever direction the birds were seen to
+      congregate by night. The observers reported that the Roh could not fly,
+      but ran very swiftly, being fleeter than any horse.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      At length, by watching, their nesting-places were found in a sandy plain,
+      and it was discovered that those monstrous birds stole sheep and cattle in
+      great numbers.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The chieftain then gave orders for the watchmen to keep on guard until the
+      young birds were hatched, when they were commanded to secure fifty, and
+      bring them into the walled town. The order was carried out, and one night
+      they secured fifty young birds just out of the egg, and brought them to
+      the town.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The old chieftain then told off fifty skilful warriors, a man to each
+      bird, to his son being allotted the largest bird. These warriors were
+      ordered to feed the birds on flesh, and to train them for battle. The
+      birds grew up as tame as horses. Saddles and bridles were made for them,
+      and they were trained and exercised just like chargers.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      When the next tribute day came round, the King of Persia sent his
+      emissaries to collect the tax, but the chieftains of the tribes insulted
+      and defied them, so that they returned to the king, who at once sent
+      forward his army.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The chieftain then marshalled his men, and forty-six of the Rohs were
+      drawn up in front of the army, the chief getting on the strongest bird.
+      The remaining four were placed on the right flank, and ordered at a signal
+      to advance and cut off the army, should they retreat.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The Rohs had small scales, like those of a fish, on their necks and
+      bodies, the scales being hidden under a soft hair, except on the upper
+      half of the neck. They had no feathers except on their wings. So they were
+      invulnerable except as to the eyes&mdash;for in those days the Persians
+      only had bows and arrows, and light javelins. When the Persian army
+      advanced, the Rohs advanced at lightning speed, and made fearful havoc,
+      the birds murdering and trampling the soldiers under foot, and beating
+      them down with their powerful wings. In less than two hours half the
+      Persian army was slain, and the rest had escaped. The tribes returned to
+      their walled towns, delighted with their victory.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      When the news of his defeat reached the King of Persia he was wroth beyond
+      expression, and could not sleep for rage. So the next morning he called
+      for his magician.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;What are you going to do with the birds?&rdquo; asked the king.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Well, I&rsquo;ve been thinking the matter over,&rdquo; replied the magician.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Cannot you destroy all of them?&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;No, your majesty; I cannot destroy them, for I have not the power; but I
+      can get rid of them in one way; for though I cannot put out life, I have
+      the power of turning one life into some other living creature.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Well, what will you turn them into?&rdquo; asked the king.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;I&rsquo;ll consider to-night, your majesty,&rdquo; replied the magician.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Well, mind and be sure to do it.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Yes, I&rsquo;ll be sure to do it, your majesty.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The next day, at ten, the magician appeared before the king, who asked:
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Have you considered well?&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Yes, your majesty.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Well, how are you going to act?&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Your majesty, I&rsquo;ve thought and thought during the night, and the best
+      thing we can do is to turn all the birds into fairies.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;What are fairies?&rdquo; asked the king.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;I&rsquo;ve planned it all out, and I hope your majesty will agree.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Oh! I&rsquo;ll agree, as long as they never molest us more.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Well, your majesty, I&rsquo;m going to turn them to fairies&mdash;small living
+      creatures to live in caves in the bowels of the earth, and they shall only
+      visit people living on the earth once a year. They shall be harmless, and
+      hurt nothing; they shall be fairies, and do nothing but dance and sing,
+      and I shall allow them to go about on earth for twenty-four hours once a
+      year and play their antics, but they shall do no mischief.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;How long are the birds to remain in that state?&rdquo; asked the king.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;I&rsquo;ll give them 2,000 years, your majesty; and at the end of that time
+      they are to go back into birds, as they were before. And after the birds
+      change from the fairy state back into birds, they shall never breed more,
+      but die a natural death.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      So the tribes lost their birds, and the King of Persia made such fearful
+      havoc amongst them that they decided to leave the country.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      They travelled, supporting themselves by robbery; until they came to a
+      place where they built a city, and called it Troy, where they were
+      besieged for a long time.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      At length the besiegers built a large caravan, with a large man&rsquo;s head in
+      front; the head was all gilded with gold. When the caravan was finished
+      they put 150 of the best warriors inside, provided with food, and one of
+      them had a trumpet. Then they pulled the caravan, which ran upon eight
+      broad wheels, up to the gates of the city, and left it there, their army
+      being drawn up in a valley near by. It was, agreed that when the caravan
+      got inside the gates the bugler should blow three loud blasts to warn, the
+      army, who would immediately advance into the city.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The men on the ramparts saw this curious caravan, and they began wondering
+      what it was, and for two or three days they left it alone.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      At last an old chieftain said, &ldquo;It must be their food.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      On the third day they opened the gates, and attaching ropes, began to haul
+      it into the city; then the warriors leaped out, and the horn blew, and the
+      army hurried up, and the town was taken after great slaughter; but a
+      number escaped with their wives and children, and fled on to the Crimea,
+      whence they were driven by the Russians, so they marched away along the
+      sea to Spain, and bearing up through France, they stopped. Some wanted to
+      go across the sea, and some stayed in the heart of France: they were the
+      Bretoons. {Footnote: Bretons.} The others came on over in boats, and
+      landed in England, and they were the first people settled in Great
+      Britain: they were the Welsh.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0011" id="link2H_4_0011"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      CROWS.
+    </h2>
+<pre xml:space="preserve">
+  One black crow, bad luck for me.
+  Two black crows, good luck for me.
+  Three black crows, a son shall be born in the family.
+  Four black crows, a daughter shall be born in the family.
+  Five black crows shall be a funeral in the family.
+  Six black crows, if they fly head on, a sudden death.
+  Seven black crows with their tails towards you, death within seven
+  years.
+</pre>
+    <p>
+      There was a young man, not so very long ago, who had been to sea for
+      years. He was married, but had no children. He was one of the most
+      spirited men you ever saw. He used to complain of his dreams. He said,
+      &ldquo;All at once last Sunday I was up in the air, and I saw the vessel I was
+      in going at great speed, making for a mountain, and I tried as hard as I
+      could to keep her from the mountain. I don&rsquo;t believe I was asleep at all,
+      I could see it so plainly. I went along in the air, looking at seven black
+      crows all the time. I got dizzy, and the vessel seemed to lower on to the
+      earth. The vessel lowered within a few hundred feet of the earth, and I
+      saw what I thought were fairies. I thought I had been there for days; in
+      truth, it seemed to me I had been up there for three days, and that I
+      could hear the fairies with mournful sounds drawing a coffin. I watched
+      and watched, and saw seven crows on the coffin. It seemed as if they were
+      going to bury someone. Whilst the coffin was going the seven crows flew up
+      and bursted, and the heavens were illuminated more strongly than by the
+      sun. Then I lost sight of the fairies, but saw some big giants in white
+      walking about, and there was a big throne with a roof to it. And all at
+      once I was in total darkness, but I could hear things flapping about,
+      flying through the air. Then I saw the moon rising and all the stars, and
+      all sorts of objects flying through the air. And one came to me, and put
+      his hand upon my shoulder, saying: <i>&lsquo;Prepare to meet us to-morrow.&lsquo;</i>
+      After that everything went dark again. The first thing I knew I was in a
+      ship steering, and the seven black crows were in front of me. I had a
+      great trouble to steer my vessel. And as I went on the vessel struck a
+      steeple, and exploded, and I awoke. Whereupon I jumped out of bed, looking
+      very pale.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      I left him on the beach at 11.30, after he told me this, when he went
+      home. When he got home he could see seven black crows on the house. Other
+      people could see the crows, but could not count them. He saw them all
+      perched head on. He went into the house, and said,
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;There is something in these crows, Jane; see them on the roof.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      She cried out and ran out and looked, but could not see the seven. After
+      that he didn&rsquo;t seem to be himself, though there was nothing the matter
+      with him. A week afterwards, I went out on the Sunday morning after
+      breakfast, and there was a seat on the beach, and on it sat this man,
+      Johnny, and another man.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Why, Johnny, you look very pale,&rdquo; I said.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Do I?&rdquo; he said.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Yes! indeed you do,&rdquo; I replied.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Well, I don&rsquo;t know, I have had such dreams.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;What will they have been, then?&rdquo; I asked.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;That I was in a full-rigged ship, with all sails set; I was all alone,
+      but could see nothing, only seven black crows. I counted them, but my wife
+      could see nothing, but she could hear something.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      That same day, when he went home, he said to his wife:
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Ah, Jane, there is something coming over me,&rdquo; and he fell down dead.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0012" id="link2H_4_0012"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      ROBERT ROBERTS AND THE FAIRIES.
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      Robert Roberts was a carpenter who worked hard and well; but he could
+      never keep his tongue still. One day, as he was crossing a brook, a little
+      man came up to him and said:
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Robert Roberts, go up to the holly tree that leans over the road on the
+      Red-hill, and dig below it, and you shall be rewarded.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      The very next morning, at daybreak, Robert Roberts set out for the spot,
+      and dug a great hole, before anyone was up, when he found a box of gold.
+      He went to the same place twice afterwards, and dug, and found gold each
+      time. But as he grew rich, he began to boast and hint that he had
+      mysterious friends. One day, when the talk turned on the fairies, he said
+      that he knew them right well, and that they gave him money. Robert Roberts
+      thought no more of the matter until he went to the spot a week afterwards,
+      one evening at dusk. When he got to the tree, and began to dig as usual,
+      big stones came rolling down the bank, just missing him, so that he ran
+      for his life, and never went near the place again.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0013" id="link2H_4_0013"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      THE FAIRY OF THE DELL.
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      In olden times fairies were sent to oppose the evil-doings of witches, and
+      to destroy their power. About three hundred years ago a band of fairies,
+      sixty in number, with their queen, called Queen of the Dell, came to Mona
+      to oppose the evil works of a celebrated witch. The fairies settled by a
+      spring, in a valley. After having blessed the spring, or &ldquo;well&rdquo;, as they
+      called it, they built a bower just above the spring for the queen, placing
+      a throne therein. Near by they built a large bower for themselves to live
+      in.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      After that, the queen drew three circles, one within the other, on a nice
+      flat grassy place by the well. When they were comfortably settled, the
+      queen sent the fairies about the country to gather tidings of the people.
+      They went from house to house, and everywhere heard great complaints
+      against an old witch; how she had made some blind, others lame, and
+      deformed others by causing a horn to grow out of their foreheads. When
+      they got back to the well and told the queen, she said:
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;I must do something for these old people, and though the witch is very
+      powerful, we must break her power.&rdquo; So the next day the queen fairy sent
+      word to all the bewitched to congregate upon a fixed day at the sacred
+      well, just before noon.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      When the day came, several ailing people collected at the well. The queen
+      then placed the patients in pairs in the inner ring, and the sixty fairies
+      in pairs in the middle ring. Each little fairy was three feet and a half
+      high, and carried a small wand in her right hand, and a bunch of fairy
+      flowers&mdash;cuckoo&rsquo;s boots, baby&rsquo;s bells, and day&rsquo;s-eyes&mdash;in her
+      left hand. Then the queen, who was four feet and a half in height, took
+      the outside ring. On her head was a crown of wild flowers, in her right
+      hand she carried a wand, and in her left a posy of fairy flowers. At a
+      signal from the queen they began marching round the rings, singing in
+      chorus:
+    </p>
+<pre xml:space="preserve">
+  &ldquo;We march round by two and two
+  The circles of the sacred well
+  That lies in the dell.&rdquo;
+ </pre>
+    <p>
+      When they had walked twice round the ring singing, the queen took her seat
+      upon the throne, and calling each patient to her, she touched him with her
+      wand and bade him go down to the sacred well and dip his body into the
+      water three times, promising that all his ills should be cured. As each
+      one came forth from the spring he knelt before the queen, and she blessed
+      him, and told him to hurry home and put on dry clothes. So that all were
+      cured of their ills.
+    </p>
+    <h3>
+      II.
+    </h3>
+    <p>
+      Now the old witch who had worked all these evils lived near the well in a
+      cottage. She had first learned witchcraft from a book called <i>The Black
+      Art</i>, which a gentleman farmer had lent her when a girl. She progressed
+      rapidly with her studies, and being eager to learn more, sold herself to
+      the devil, who made compact with her that she should have full power for
+      seven years, after which she was to become his. He gave her a wand that
+      had the magic power of drawing people to her, and she had a ring on the
+      grass by her house just like the fairy&rsquo;s ring. As the seven years were
+      drawing to a close, and her heart was savage against the farmer who first
+      led her into the paths of evil knowledge, she determined to be revenged.
+      One day, soon after the Fairy of the Dell came to live by the spring, she
+      drew the farmer to her with her wand, and, standing in her ring, she lured
+      him into it. When he crossed the line, she said:
+    </p>
+<pre xml:space="preserve">
+  &ldquo;Cursed be he or she
+  That crosses my circle to see me,&rdquo;
+ </pre>
+    <p>
+      and, touching him on the head and back, a horn and a tail grew from the
+      spots touched. He went off in a terrible rage, but she only laughed
+      maliciously. Then, as she heard of the Queen of the Dell&rsquo;s good deeds, she
+      repented of her evil deeds, and begged her neighbour to go to the queen
+      fairy and ask her if she might come and visit her. The queen consented,
+      and the old witch went down and told her everything&mdash;of the book, of
+      the magic wand, of the ring, and of all the wicked deeds she had done.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;O, you have been a bad witch,&rdquo; said the queen, &ldquo;but I will see what I can
+      do; but you must bring me the book and the wand;&rdquo; and she told the old
+      witch to come on the following day a little before noon. When the witch
+      came the next day with her wand and book, she found the fairies had built
+      a fire in the middle ring. The queen then took her and stood her by the
+      fire, for she could not trust her on the outer circle.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Now I must have more power,&rdquo; said the queen to the fairies, and she went
+      and sat on the throne, leaving the witch by the fire in the middle ring.
+      After thinking a little, the queen said, &ldquo;Now I have it,&rdquo; and coming down
+      from her throne muttering, she began walking round the outer circle,
+      waiting for the hour of one o&rsquo;clock, when all the fairies got into the
+      middle circle and marched round, singing:
+    </p>
+<pre xml:space="preserve">
+  &ldquo;At the hour of one
+  The cock shall crow one,
+  Goo! Goo! Goo!
+  I am here to tell
+  Of the sacred well
+  That lies in the dell,
+  And will conquer hell.&rdquo;
+ </pre>
+    <p>
+      On the second round, they sang:
+    </p>
+<pre xml:space="preserve">
+  &ldquo;At the hour of two
+  The cock crows two,
+  Goo! Goo! Goo!
+  I am here to tell
+  Of the sacred well
+  That lies in the dell;
+  We will conquer hell.&rdquo;
+ </pre>
+    <p>
+      At the last round, they sang:
+    </p>
+<pre xml:space="preserve">
+  &ldquo;At the hour of three
+  The cock crows three,
+  Goo! Goo! Goo!
+  I am here to tell
+  Of the sacred well
+  That lies in the dell;
+  Now I have conquered hell.&rdquo;
+ </pre>
+    <p>
+      Then the queen cast the book and wand into the fire, and immediately the
+      vale was rent by a thundering noise, and numbers of devils came from
+      everywhere, and encircled the outer ring, but they could not pass the
+      ring. Then the fairies began walking round and round, singing their song.
+      When they had finished the song they heard a loud screech from the devils
+      that frightened all the fairies except the queen. She was unmoved, and
+      going to the fire, stirred the ashes with her wand, and saw that the book
+      and wand were burnt, and then she walked thrice round the outer ring by
+      herself, when she turned to the devils, and said:
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;I command you to be gone from our earthly home, get to your own abode. I
+      take the power of casting you all from here. Begone! begone! begone!&rdquo; And
+      all the devils flew up, and there was a mighty clap as of thunder, and the
+      earth trembled, and the sky became overcast, and all the devils burst, and
+      the sky cleared again.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      After this the queen put three fairies by the old witch&rsquo;s side, and they
+      constantly dipped their wands in the sacred spring, and touched her head,
+      and she was sorely troubled and converted.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Bring the mirror,&rdquo; said the queen.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      And the fairies brought the mirror and laid it in the middle circle, and
+      they all walked round three times, chanting again the song beginning &ldquo;At
+      the hour of one.&rdquo; When they had done this the queen stood still, and said:
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Stand and watch to see what you can see.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      And as she looked she said:
+    </p>
+<pre xml:space="preserve">
+  &ldquo;The mirror shines unto me
+  That the witch we can see
+  Has three devils inside of she.&rdquo;
+ </pre>
+    <p>
+      Immediately the witch had a fit, and the three fairies had a hard job to
+      keep the three devils quiet; indeed, they could not do so, and the queen
+      had to go herself with her wand, for fear the devils should burst the
+      witch asunder, and she said, &ldquo;Come out three evil spirits, out of thee.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      And they came gnashing their teeth, and would have killed all the fairies,
+      but the queen said:
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Begone, begone, begone! you evil spirits, to the place of your abode,&rdquo;
+       and suddenly the sky turned bright as fire, for the evil spirits were
+      trying their spleen against the fairies, but the queen said, &ldquo;Collect,
+      collect, collect, into one fierce ball,&rdquo; and the fiery sky collected into
+      one ball of fire more dazzling than the sun, so that none could look at it
+      except the queen, who wore a black silk mask to protect her eyes. Suddenly
+      the ball burst with a terrific noise, and the earth trembled.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Enter into your abode, and never come down to our abode on earth any
+      more,&rdquo; said the queen.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      And the witch was herself again, and she and the queen fairy were
+      immediately great friends. The witch, when she came out of the ring,
+      dropped on her knee and asked the queen if she might call her the Lady of
+      the Dell, and how she could serve her.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;We will see about that,&rdquo; said the queen.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Well, how do you live?&rdquo; asked the woman who had been a witch.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Well, I&rsquo;ll tell you,&rdquo; said the queen. &ldquo;We go at midnight and milk the
+      cows, and we keep the milk, and it never grows less so long as we leave
+      some in the bottom of the vessel; we must not use it all. After milking
+      the cow, we rub the cow&rsquo;s purse and bless it, and she gives double the
+      amount of milk.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Well, how do you get corn?&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Well, we were at the mill playing one day, and the miller came in and saw
+      us, and spoke kindly to us, and offered us some flour. &lsquo;We never take
+      nothing for nothing,&rsquo; I said, so I blessed the bin: so in a few minutes
+      the bin was full to the brim with flour, and I said to the miller, &lsquo;Now
+      don&rsquo;t you empty the bin, but always leave a peck in it, and for twelve
+      months, no matter how much you use the bin, it will always be full in the
+      morning.&rsquo; Now I have told you this much, and I will tell further, &lsquo;You
+      must love your neighbour, you must love all mankind.&rsquo; Now here is a purse
+      of gold, go and buy what you want, eggs, bacon, cheese, and get a flagon
+      of wine and use these things freely, giving freely to the aged poor, and
+      if you never finish these things, there will always be as much the next
+      morning as you started with. And I shall make a salve for you, and you
+      must use the water from the sacred well. That will be as a medicine, and
+      people shall come from far and wide to be cured by you, and you shall be
+      loved by all, and you shall be known to the poorest of the poor as Madame
+      Dorothy.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      And the woman did as she was told, and she became renowned for her medical
+      skill, especially in childbirth, for her salve eased the pains, and her
+      waters brought milk. By-and-by, she got known all over the island, and
+      rich people came to her from afar, and she always made the rich pay, and
+      the poor were treated free.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Madame Dorothy used to see the queen fairy at times, and one day she asked
+      her, &ldquo;Shall we meet again?&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;We cannot tell,&rdquo; said the queen, &ldquo;but I will give you a ring&mdash;let me
+      place it on your finger&mdash;it is a magic ring worked by fairies.
+      Whenever you seek to know of me, make a ring of your own, and walk round
+      three times and rub the ring; if it turns bright I am alive, but if you
+      see blood I am dead.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;But how can that be? You are much younger than I am.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Oh, no! we fairies look young to the day of our death; we live to a great
+      age, but die naturally of old age, for we never have any ailments, but
+      still our power fades. Men fade in the flesh and power, but we fade only
+      in power. I am over seventy now.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;But you look to be thirty.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Well, we will shake hands and part, for I must go elsewhere; as I have no
+      king, I do not stop in one place.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      And they shook hands and parted.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0014" id="link2H_4_0014"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      ELLEN&rsquo;S LUCK.
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      Ellen was a good girl, and beautiful to look upon. One Sunday she was
+      walking by an open gutter in a town in North Wales when she found a
+      copper. After that day Ellen walked every Sunday afternoon by the same
+      drain, and always found a copper. She was a careful girl, and used to
+      hoard her money.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      One day her old mother found her pile of pennies, and wished to know where
+      she got them.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Ellen told her, but though she walked by the gutter for many a Sunday
+      after, she never found another copper.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0015" id="link2H_4_0015"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      THE FAIRIES&rsquo; MINT.
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      Once upon a time there was a miller, who lived in Anglesey. One day he
+      noticed that some of his sacks had been moved during the night. The
+      following day he felt sure that some of his grain had been disturbed, and,
+      lastly, he was sure someone had been working his mill in the night during
+      his absence. He confided his suspicions to a friend, and they determined
+      to go the next night and watch the mill. The following night, at about
+      midnight, as they approached the mill, that stood on a bare stony hill,
+      they were surprised to find the mill all lit up and at work, the great
+      sails turning in the black night. Creeping up softly to a small window,
+      the miller looked in, and saw a crowd of little men carrying small bags,
+      and emptying them into the millstones. He could not see, however, what was
+      in the bags, so he crept to another window, when he saw golden coins
+      coming from the mill, from the place where the flour usually ran out.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Immediately the miller went to the mill door, and, putting his key into
+      the lock, he unlocked the door; and as he did so the lights went out
+      suddenly, and the mill stopped working. As he and his friend went into the
+      dark mill they could hear sounds of people running about, but by the time
+      they lit up the mill again there was nobody to be seen, but scattered all
+      about the millstones and on the floor were cockle-shells.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      After that, many persons who passed the mill at midnight said they saw the
+      mill lit up and working; but the old miller left the fairies alone to coin
+      their money.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0016" id="link2H_4_0016"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      THE PELLINGS.
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      In a meadow belonging to Ystrad, bounded by the river which falls from
+      Cwellyn Lake, they say the fairies used to assemble, and dance in fair
+      moonlight nights. One evening a young man, who was the heir and occupier
+      of this farm, hid himself in a thicket close to the spot where they used
+      to gambol. Presently they appeared, and when in their merry mood, out he
+      bounced from his covert, and seized one of their females; the rest of the
+      company dispersed themselves, and disappeared in an instant. Disregarding
+      her struggles and screams, he hauled her to his home, where he treated her
+      so very kindly that she became contented to live with him as his
+      maid-servant, but he could not prevail upon her to tell him her name. Some
+      time after, happening again to see the fairies upon the same spot, he
+      heard one of them saying, &ldquo;The last time we met here our sister Penelope
+      was snatched away from us by one of the mortals.&rdquo; Rejoiced at knowing the
+      name of his incognita, he returned home; and as she was very beautiful and
+      extremely active, he proposed to marry her, which she would not for a long
+      time consent to; at last, however, she complied, but on this condition,
+      &ldquo;That if ever he should strike her with iron, she would leave him, and
+      never return to him again.&rdquo; They lived happy for many years together, and
+      he had by her a son and a daughter; and by her industry and prudent
+      management as a housewife he became one of the richest men in the country.
+      He farmed, besides his own freehold, all the lands on the north side of
+      Nant y Bettws to the top of Snowdon, and all Cwm brwynog in Llanberis, an
+      extent of about five thousand acres or upwards.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Unfortunately, one day Penelope followed her husband into the field to
+      catch a horse, and he, being in a rage at the animal as he ran away from
+      him, threw at him the bridle that was in his hand, which unluckily fell on
+      poor Penelope. She disappeared in an instant, and he never saw her
+      afterwards, but heard her voice in the window of his room one night after,
+      requesting him to take care of the children, in these words:&mdash;
+    </p>
+<pre xml:space="preserve">
+  &ldquo;Rhag bod anwyd ar fy mâb,
+  Yn rhodd rhowch arno gôb ei dâd:
+  Rhag bod anwyd ar liw&rsquo;r cann,
+  Rhoddwch arni bais ei mam.&rdquo;
+ </pre>
+    <p>
+      That is,
+    </p>
+<pre xml:space="preserve">
+  &ldquo;Oh! lest my son should suffer cold,
+  Him in his father&rsquo;s coat infold:
+  Lest cold should seize my darling fair,
+  For her, her mother&rsquo;s robe prepare.&rdquo;
+ </pre>
+    <p>
+      These children and their descendants they say were called Pellings {1}, a
+      word corrupted from their mother&rsquo;s name Penelope.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      {1} In England we frequently meet with the surname Pilling and Billing; it
+      might have happened, that a man had met with an English woman of that
+      name, and had married her, and, as is usual in brides, she might have
+      been, though married, called by her maiden name, and the appellation might
+      have been continued to her posterity.&mdash;<i>Authors Note</i>.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The name Billing and Belling is the family name of one of the oldest
+      Cornish (Keltic) families&mdash;a fact that suggests other possibilities.&mdash;P.
+      H. E.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0017" id="link2H_4_0017"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      THE LONG-LIVED ANCESTORS.
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      The Eagle of Gwernabwy had been long married to his female, and had by her
+      many children; she died, and he continued a long time a widower; but at
+      length be proposed a marriage with the Owl of Cwm Cwmlwyd; but afraid of
+      her being young, so as to have children by her, and thereby degrade his
+      own family, he first of all went to inquire about her age amongst the aged
+      of the world. Accordingly he applied to the Stag of Rhedynfre, whom he
+      found lying close to the trunk of an old oak, and requested to know the
+      Owl&rsquo;s age.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;I have seen,&rdquo; said the Stag, &ldquo;this oak an acorn, which is now fallen to
+      the ground through age, without either bark or leaves, and never suffered
+      any hurt or strain except from my rubbing myself against it once a day,
+      after getting up on my legs; but I never remember to have seen the Owl you
+      mention younger or older than she seems to be at this day. But there is
+      one older than I am, and that is the Salmon of Glynllifon.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      The Eagle then applied to the Salmon for the age of the Owl. The Salmon
+      answered, &ldquo;I am as many years old as there are scales upon my skin, and
+      particles of spawn within my belly; yet never saw I the Owl you mention
+      but the same in appearance. But there is one older than I am, and that is
+      the Blackbird of Cilgwri.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      The Eagle next repaired to the Blackbird of Cilgwri, whom he found perched
+      upon a small stone, and enquired of him the Owl&rsquo;s age.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Dost thou see this stone upon which I sit,&rdquo; said the Blackbird, &ldquo;which is
+      now no bigger than what a man can carry in his hand? I have seen this very
+      stone of such weight as to be a sufficient load for a hundred oxen to
+      draw, which has suffered neither rubbing nor wearing, save that I rub my
+      bill on it once every evening, and touch the tips of my wings on it every
+      morning, when I expand them to fly; yet I have not seen the Owl either
+      older or younger than she appears to be at this day. But there is one
+      older than I am, and that is the Frog of Mochno Bog, and if he does not
+      know her age, there is not a creature living that does know it.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      The Eagle went last of all to the Frog and desired to know the Owl&rsquo;s age.
+      He answered, &ldquo;I never ate anything but the dust from the spot which I
+      inhabit, and that very sparingly, and dost thou see these great hills that
+      surround and overawe this bog where I lie? They are formed only of the
+      excrements from my body since I have inhabited this place, yet I never
+      remember to have seen the Owl but an old hag, making that hideous noise,
+      Too, hoo, hoo! always frightening the children in the neighbourhood.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      So the Eagle of Gwernabwy, the Stag of Rhedynfre, the Salmon of
+      Glynllifon, the Blackbird of Cilgwri, the Frog of Mochno Bog, and the Owl
+      of Cwm Cawlwyd are the oldest creatures in the whole world!
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0018" id="link2H_4_0018"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      THE GIANTESS&rsquo;S APRON-FULL.
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      A huge giant, in company with his wife, travelling towards the island of
+      Mona, with an intention of settling amongst the first inhabitants that had
+      removed there, and having been informed that there was but a narrow
+      channel which divided it from the continent, took up two large stones, one
+      under each arm, to carry with him as a preparatory for making a bridge
+      over this channel, and his lady had her apron filled with small stones for
+      the same purpose; but, meeting a man on this spot with a large parcel of
+      old shoes on his shoulders, the giant asked him how far it was to Mona.
+      The man replied, that it was so far, that he had worn out those shoes in
+      travelling from Mona to that place. The giant on hearing this dropped down
+      the stones, one on each side of him, where they now stand upright, about a
+      hundred yards or more distant from each other; the space between them was
+      occupied by this Goliah&rsquo;s body. His mistress at the same time opened her
+      apron, and dropped down the contents of it, which formed this heap.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0019" id="link2H_4_0019"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      GWRGAN FARFDRWCH&rsquo;S FABLE.
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      Hear me, O ye Britons! On the top of a high rock in Arvon there stood a
+      goat, which a lion perceiving from the valley below, addressed her in this
+      manner:&mdash;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;My dearest neighbour, why preferrest thou that dry barren rock to feed
+      on? Come down to this charming valley, where thou mayest feed luxuriously
+      upon all sorts of dainties, amongst flowers in shady groves, made fruitful
+      by meandering brooks.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;I am much obliged to you, master,&rdquo; replied the goat; &ldquo;perhaps you mean
+      well, and tell me the truth, but you have very bad neighbours, whom I do
+      not like to trust, and those are your teeth, so, with your leave, I prefer
+      staying where I am.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0020" id="link2H_4_0020"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      THE STORY OF THE PIG-TROUGH.
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      In the beginning of the century, Hughes went as military substitute for a
+      farmer&rsquo;s son. He got £80, a watch, and a suit of clothes. His mother was
+      loath to let him go, and when he joined his regiment, she followed him
+      from Amlych to Pwlheli to try and buy him off. He would not hear of it.
+      &ldquo;Mother,&rdquo; he said, &ldquo;the whole of Anglesey would not keep me, I want to be
+      off, and see the world.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      The regiment was quartered in Edinboro&rsquo;, and Hughes married the daughter
+      of the burgess with whom he was billeted. Thence, leaving a small son, as
+      hostage to the grandparents, they went to Ireland, and Hughes and his wife
+      were billeted on a pork-butcher&rsquo;s family in Dublin. One day, the mother of
+      the pork-butcher, an old granny, told them she had seen the fairies.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Last night, as I was abed, I saw a bright, bright light come in, and
+      afterwards a troop of little angels. They danced all over my bed, and they
+      played and sang music&mdash;oh! the sweetest music ever I heard. I lay and
+      watched them and listened. By-and-bye the light went out and the music
+      stopped, and I saw them no more. I regretted the music very much. But
+      directly after another smaller light appeared, and a tall dark man came up
+      to my bed, and with something in his hand he tapped me on the temple; it
+      felt like some one drawing a sharp pin across my temple then he went too.
+      In the morning my pillow was covered with blood. I thought and thought,
+      and then I knew I had moved the pig&rsquo;s trough and must have put it in the
+      fairies&rsquo; path and the fairies were angered, and the king of the fairies
+      had punished me for it.&rdquo; She moved the trough back to its old place the
+      next day, and received no more visits from the wee folk.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0021" id="link2H_4_0021"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      BILLY DUFFY AND THE DEVIL.
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      Billy Duffy was an Irishman, a blacksmith, and a drunkard. He had the
+      Keltic aversion from steady work, and stuck to his forge only long enough
+      to get money for drink; when that was spent, he returned to work.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Billy was coming home one day after one of these drinking-bouts, soberer
+      than usual, when he exclaimed to himself, for the thirst was upon him, &ldquo;By
+      God! I would sell myself to the devil if I could get some more drink.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      At that moment a tall gentleman in black stepped up to him, and said,
+      &ldquo;What did you say?&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;I said I would sell myself to the devil if I could get a drink.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Well, how much do you want for seven years, and the devil to get you
+      then?&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Well, I can&rsquo;t tell exactly, when it comes to the push.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Will £700 do you?&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Yes; I&rsquo;d take £700.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;And the devil to get you then?&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Oh, yes; I don&rsquo;t care about that.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      When Billy got home he found the money in his smithy. He at once shut the
+      smithy, and began squandering the money, keeping open house.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Amongst the people who flocked to get what they could out of Billy came an
+      old hermit, who said, &ldquo;I am very hungry, and nearly starved. Will you give
+      me something to eat and drink?&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Oh, yes; come in and get what you like.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      The hermit disappeared, after eating and drinking, and did not reappear
+      for several months, when he received the same kindly welcome, again
+      disappearing. A few months afterwards he again appeared.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Come in, come in!&rdquo; said Billy.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      After he had eaten and drunk his full, the hermit said to Billy: &ldquo;Well,
+      three times have you been good and kind to me. I&rsquo;ll give you three wishes,
+      and whatever you wish will be sure to come true.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;I must have time to consider,&rdquo; said Billy.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Oh, you shall have plenty of time to consider, and mind they are good
+      wishes.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      Next morning Billy told the hermit he was ready. &ldquo;Well, go on; be sure
+      they&rsquo;re good wishes,&rdquo; said the hermit.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Well, I&rsquo;ve got a big sledge-hammer in the smithy, and I wish whoever gets
+      hold of that hammer shall go on striking the anvil, and never break it,
+      till I tell him to stop.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Oh, that&rsquo;s a bad wish, Billy.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Oh, no; you&rsquo;ll see it&rsquo;s good. Next thing I wish for is a purse so that no
+      one can take out whatever I put into it.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Oh, Billy, Billy! that&rsquo;s a bad wish. Be careful now about the third
+      wish,&rdquo; said the hermit.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Well, I have got an armchair upstairs, and I wish that whoever may sit in
+      that armchair will never be able to get up till I let them.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Well, well, indeed; they are not very good wishes.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Oh, yes; I&rsquo;ve got my senses about me. I think I&rsquo;ll make them good wishes,
+      after all.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      The seven years, all but three days, had passed, and Billy was back
+      working at his forge, for all his money was gone, when the dark gentleman
+      stepped in and said:
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Now, Billy, during these last three days you may have as much money as
+      you like,&rdquo; and he disappeared.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      On the last day of his seven years Billy was penniless, and he went to the
+      taproom of his favourite inn, which was full.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Well, boys,&rdquo; said Billy, &ldquo;we must have some money to-night. I&rsquo;ll treat
+      you, and give you a pound each,&rdquo; and rising, he placed his tumbler in the
+      middle of the table, and wished for twenty pounds. No sooner had he wished
+      than a ball of fire came through the ceiling, and the twenty sovereigns
+      fell into the tumbler. Everyone was taken aback, and there was a noise as
+      if a bomb had burst, and the fireball disappeared, and rolled down the
+      garden path, the landlord following it. After this they each drank what
+      they liked, and Billy gave them a sovereign apiece before he went home.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The next morning he was in his smithy making a pair of horseshoes, when
+      the devil came in and said:
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Well, Billy, I&rsquo;ll want you this morning.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Yes; all right. Take hold of this sledge-hammer, and give me a few
+      hammers till I finish this job before I go.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      So the devil seized the hammer and began striking the anvil, but he
+      couldn&rsquo;t stop.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      So Billy laughed, and locked him in, and was away three days. During this
+      time the people collected round the smithy, and peeped through the cracks
+      in the shutter, for they could hear the hammer going night and day.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      At the end of three days Billy returned and opened the door, and the devil
+      said, &ldquo;Oh, Billy, you&rsquo;ve played a fine trick to me; let me go.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;What are you going to give me if I let you go?&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Seven years more, twice the money, and two days&rsquo; grace for wishing for
+      what you like.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      The devil paid his money and disappeared, and Billy shut the smithy and
+      took to gambling and drinking, so that at the end of seven years he was
+      without a penny, and working again in his smithy.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      On the last night of the seven years he went to his favourite public-house
+      again, and wished for five pounds.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      After he wished, a little man entered and spat the sovereigns into the
+      tumbler, and they all drank all night.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Next morning Billy went back to his smithy. The devil, who had grown
+      suspicious, turned himself into a sovereign and appeared on the floor.
+      Billy seized the sovereign and clapped it into his purse. Then he took his
+      purse and lay it upon the anvil, and began to beat it with his
+      sledge-hammer, when the devil began to call out, &ldquo;Spare my poor limbs,
+      spare my poor limbs!&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;How much now if I let you go?&rdquo; asked Billy
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Seven more years, three times the money, and one day in which to wish for
+      what you like.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      Billy took the sovereign out of his purse and threw it away, when he found
+      his money in the smithy.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Billy carried on worse than ever; gambled and drank and raced, squandering
+      it all before his seven years was gone. On the last day of his term he
+      went to his favourite inn as usual and wished for a tumbler full of
+      sovereigns. A little man with a big head, a big nose, and big mouth, a
+      little body, and little legs, with clubbed feet and a forked tail, brought
+      them in and put them in the tumbler. The drunkards in the room got scared
+      when they saw the little man, for he looked all glowing with fire as he
+      danced on the table. When he finished, he said, &ldquo;Billy, to-morrow morning
+      our compact is up.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;I know it, old boy, I know it, old boy!&rdquo; said Billy. Then the devil ran
+      out and disappeared, and the people began to question Billy:
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;What is that? I think it is you, Mister Duffy, he is after.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Oh, it is nothing at all,&rdquo; said Billy.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;I should think there was something,&rdquo; said the man.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;I am afraid my house will get a bad name,&rdquo; croaked the landlord.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Not in the least! You are only a coward,&rdquo; said Billy.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;But in the name of God, what is it all about?&rdquo; asked an old man.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Oh, you&rsquo;ll see by-and-bye,&rdquo; said Billy; &ldquo;it is nothing at all.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      Next morning Billy went to his smithy, but the devil would not come near
+      it.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      So he went to his house, and began to quarrel with his wife, and whilst he
+      was quarrelling the devil walked in and said:
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Well, Mr. Duffy, I am ready for you.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Ah, yes; just sit down and wait a minute or two. I have some papers I
+      want to put to rights before I go.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      So the devil sat down in the arm-chair, and Billy went to the smithy and
+      heated a pair of tongs red-hot, and coming back, he got the devil by the
+      nose, and pulled it out as though it had been soft iron. And the devil
+      began yelling, but he could not move, and Billy kept drawing the nose out
+      till it was long enough to reach over the window, when he put an old
+      bell-topper on the end of it. And the devil yelled, and snorted fire from
+      his nose.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The whole of the village crowded round Billy&rsquo;s, house&mdash;at a safe
+      distance&mdash;calling out, &ldquo;Billy and the devil! The devil and Billy
+      Duffy!&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      The devil got awful savage, and blackguarded Billy Duffy terribly; but it
+      was useless. Billy kept him there for days, till he got civil and said:
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Mr. Duffy, what will you let me go for?&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Only one thing: I am to live the rest of my life without you, and have as
+      much gold as I like.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      The devil agreed, so Billy let him go; and immediately he grew rich. He
+      lived to a good old age squandering money all the time, but at last he
+      died and when he got to the gates of hell the clerk said &ldquo;Who are you?&rdquo;
+       &ldquo;Billy Duffy,&rdquo; said he. And when the devil, who was standing near, heard,
+      he said:
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Good God! bar the gates and double-lock them for if this Billy Duffy the
+      blacksmith gets in he will ruin us all.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      Old Billy saw a pair of red-hot tongs, which he picked up, and seized the
+      devil by the nose. When the devil pulled back his head he left a red-hot
+      bit of his nose in the tongs.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Then Billy Duffy went up to the gates of heaven and St. Peter asked him
+      who he was.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Billy Duffy the blacksmith,&rdquo; he answered.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;No admittance! You are a bold, bad man,&rdquo; said St. Peter.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Good God! what will I do?&rdquo; said Billy, and he went back to the earth,
+      where he and the piece of the devil&rsquo;s nose melted into a ball of fire, and
+      he roves the earth till this day as a will-o&rsquo;-the-wisp.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0022" id="link2H_4_0022"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      THE STORY OF JOHN 0&rsquo; GROATS.
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      He was an old seaman, with weather-beaten face and black eyes, that had
+      looked upon many lands and many sights.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Well, indeed, I&rsquo;ll tell you about Johnny Groats as it was told to me one
+      night in the trades,&rdquo; he said, blowing a whiff of smoke from his wheezy
+      pipe.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Well, in olden times there was a rich lord, who owned all the property
+      looking on to the Pentlands&mdash;an awful place in bad weather; indeed,
+      in any weather.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;He was a lone man, for his wife was dead, and his son had turned out to
+      be a rake and a spendthrift, spending all his substance upon harlots and
+      entertainments.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Now this lord had a factor, by name John o&rsquo; Scales, a stingy, cunning
+      man, who robbed his master all he could during the week, and prayed hard
+      for forgiveness on the Sabbath.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;The lord, who was getting very old, was much grieved on account of his
+      son&rsquo;s behaviour. &lsquo;He&rsquo;ll spend everything when I am gone, and the estates
+      will go into other hands,&rsquo; the old man said to himself.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;One fine morning in summer the factor received orders to build a hut by
+      the sea, and plant bushes and trees round about it. &lsquo;But don&rsquo;t make the
+      door to fit close; leave the space of a foot at the bottom, so the leaves
+      can blow in, for I want the hut to shoot sea-fowl as they flight, and it
+      is cold standing on the bare ground,&rsquo; said the old man.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;The factor carried out his master&rsquo;s instructions, but not without
+      suspicion of ulterior motives on his master&rsquo;s part. However, when he saw
+      my lord shooting the birds and stuffing many of them his suspicions were
+      allayed, and the factor thought that, after all, though his master wanted
+      the hut for flight-shooting, still he must be getting softening of the
+      brain, for it was very eccentric that he should take up this new hobby in
+      his old age.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;So the old lord was never disturbed in his hut by curious and ill-timed
+      visits.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;After a time the lord died, and was laid with his fathers, the prodigal
+      inheriting the property.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;The old castle was then the scene of perpetual feastings and card
+      parties, so that in a few years the property was heavily mortgaged, the
+      old factor advancing the money.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Things went apace, until one day the factor informed the young
+      spendthrift that he had spent everything, and the estates were no longer
+      his, so he gave him a few pounds, and turned him out.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;When the news spread round the countryside his old friends began to drop
+      off, until at last the spendthrift found every door closed against him.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;When he had spent his last penny, the prodigal thought of the key which
+      his father had given him, saying, &lsquo;When you have spent everything, take
+      this key, and go to the hut.&rsquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;But he had lost the key long before.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Nevertheless, he went to the hut. It had a deserted appearance, being
+      overgrown with moss and lichens.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;He managed to squeeze himself under the door, and when he stood up he saw
+      a rope, with a noose hanging from the centre of the roof. Pursuing his
+      investigations, he found a parchment nailed to the back of the door, and
+      in one corner stood an old three-legged stool. There was nothing else in
+      the damp, mouldy room, so he began to read the parchment.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;&lsquo;Thou art come to beggary; end thy miserable existence, for it is thy
+      father&rsquo;s wish,&rsquo; he read.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;He was dazed, and looked from the parchment to the rope, and from the
+      rope to the parchment, saying to himself: &lsquo;Well, I have come to that, I
+      must follow my father&rsquo;s wish.&rsquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;So he got the stool and put it under the noose, and standing upon it,
+      adjusted the rope with trembling fingers round his neck, when he said,
+      hoarsely: &lsquo;Father, I do thy bidding,&rsquo; and he kicked the stool from under
+      him.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Immediately he heard a crash, and found himself lying upon the leaves,
+      with a feeling that his neck had been jerked off. However, he soon
+      recovered, and, taking the noose from his neck, he looked up and saw an
+      open trap-door in the ceiling. Placing the stool beneath the opening, he
+      got on to it, and lifted himself through the trap-door, when he found
+      himself in a loft, a parchment nailed to the wall facing him, and on the
+      parchment was written, &lsquo;This has been prepared, for your end was foreseen,
+      and your foolish father buried three chests of gold one foot below the
+      surface of the floor of the hut. Go and take it and buy back your estate:
+      marry, and beget an heir.&rsquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;&lsquo;Good God! is this a ghastly joke?&rsquo; said the prodigal. But the words
+      looked truthful; so he tore down the parchment, dropped through the
+      trap-door, shut it, and readjusted the rope. He left the hut and borrowed
+      a pick and shovel, and returning to the hut, he began to dig, and found
+      one chest full of gold. When he made this discovery he closed the chest,
+      filled in the hole, and spread leaves over the spot. He then ran off to
+      his father&rsquo;s best friend, and told him of his good luck. They then called
+      in two other friends, and consulted together how the old lord&rsquo;s wish was
+      best to be carried out. &lsquo;I&rsquo;ll tell you,&rsquo; said his father&rsquo;s oldest friend.
+      &lsquo;Mr. John o&rsquo; Scales gives a great dinner party once a month, and three of
+      us here are invited as usual. You must come in in the middle of dinner in
+      your ordinary beggar clothes and beg humbly for some food, when he will
+      give orders to have you turned out. Then you must begin to call him a liar
+      and a thief, and accuse him of robbing your father and yourself of your
+      inheritance. You&rsquo;ll see he&rsquo;ll get angry, and offer to let you have it
+      back.&rsquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;So the prodigal dug up the chests, and carted the money away in canvas
+      bags, storing it at his friend&rsquo;s house.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;When the night of the dinner party came, the prodigal drove up to the
+      castle in a cart filled with canvas bags. Jumping off his seat by the
+      driver, he went into the feast in his beggar&rsquo;s clothes, and going up to
+      the host, he begged humbly for some food.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;&lsquo;Go from this house! What business have you here?&rsquo; asked the host.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Most of the gentlemen and ladies began to frown upon him, and murmur
+      against him, as he walked to the lady of the house and begged her to give
+      him some food, but she replied:
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;&lsquo;Oh, thou spendthrift! thou fool of fools! if all fools were hanged, as
+      they ought to be, you&rsquo;d be the first.&rsquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Then the beggar&rsquo;s countenance changed, a deep flush of anger overspread
+      his features, and drawing himself up to his full height, he said, with
+      solemn voice, addressing the host:
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;&lsquo;Thou hast robbed my father all the days of his life, and thou hast
+      robbed the orphan. May the curse of God be upon you!&rsquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;The host grew furious; then he looked ashamed, and shouted angrily:
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;&lsquo;Bring me £40,000, and you shall have your estate back. I never robbed
+      you, but you lost your inheritance by your own follies.&rsquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;&lsquo;Gentlemen,&rsquo; said the beggar, &lsquo;I take you all to witness that this thief
+      says I can have my estate back for £40,000.&rsquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;The people murmured, and the three friends said: &lsquo;We are witnesses.&rsquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;The beggar ran out into the night, and returned with a man laden with
+      sacks, and they began to count out £40,000 upon a side-table, where a
+      haunch of venison still smoked.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;When they had counted out the money, the beggar said:
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;&lsquo;There is your £40,000; sign this receipt.&rsquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;The amazed factor drew back, when the three friends said:
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;&lsquo;You must sign; you are a gentleman of your word, of course.&rsquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Mechanically John o&rsquo; Scales signed the paper.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;&lsquo;And now,&rsquo; said the former beggar, &lsquo;leave my house at once, with your
+      wife&mdash;you coward! you cur! You robbed my father, and then cheated me
+      when I was a spendthrift. Begone, and may your name be accursed in the
+      land!&rsquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;And the son turned all out except his three friends.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;In a few months he married the daughter of one of his friends; but he
+      never gambled again, only entertaining his three friends and their
+      families, who came and went as they liked.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;And from that day John o&rsquo; Scales was called John o&rsquo; Groats.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0023" id="link2H_4_0023"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      EVA&rsquo;S LUCK.
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      As black-eyed, black-haired Eva Sauvet was walking one day in Jersey she
+      saw a lozenge-marked snake, whereupon she ran away frightened.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      When she got home and told her mother, the old woman said:
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Well, child, next time you see the snake give it your handkerchief.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      The next day Eva went out with beating heart, and ere long she saw the
+      snake come gliding out from the bushes, so she threw down her
+      handkerchief, for she was too frightened to hand it to the snake.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The snake&rsquo;s eyes gleamed and twinkled, and taking the handkerchief into
+      his fangs, he made off to an old ruin, whither Eva followed.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      But when they got to the ruin the snake disappeared, and Eva ran home to
+      tell her mother.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Next day, Père Sauvet and some men went to the ruin, where Eva showed the
+      hole where the snake had disappeared.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Old Père Sauvet lit a fire, and smoked the snake out, killing it with a
+      stick as it glided over the stones.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      After that they dug out the hole, when they found the handkerchief.
+      Digging still further along, they came upon a hollow place, at the bottom
+      of which they found a lot of gold.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0024" id="link2H_4_0024"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      THE FISHERMEN OF SHETLAND.
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      There was a snug little cove in one of the Shetland Islands. At the head
+      of the cove stood a fishing hamlet, containing some twenty huts. In these
+      huts lived the fisher-folk, ruled by one man&mdash;the chief&mdash;who was
+      the father of two beautiful daughters.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Now these fishermen for some years had been very lucky, for a fairy queen
+      and her fairies had settled there, and she had given her power over to a
+      merman, who was the chief of a large family of mermaids. The fairy queen
+      had made the merman a belt of sea-weed, which he always wore round his
+      body. The merman used to turn the water red, green, and white, at noon
+      each day, so that the fishermen knew that if they cast their nets into the
+      coloured waters they would make good hauls.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Amongst these fishermen were two brave brothers, who courted the chief&rsquo;s
+      daughters, but the old man would not let them get married until they
+      became rich men.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Whenever the fishermen went off in the boats the merman was used to sit on
+      a rock, and watch them fishing.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Close by the hamlet was a great wood, in which lived a wicked old witch
+      and a dwarf.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Now this witch wished to get possession of the merman&rsquo;s belt, and so gain
+      the fairy&rsquo;s power. Telling her scheme to the dwarf, she said to him:
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Now you must trap the merman when he is sitting on the rocks watching the
+      fishing fleet. But I must change you into a bee, when you must suck of the
+      juice in this magic basin, then fly off and alight on the merman&rsquo;s head,
+      when he will fall asleep.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      So the dwarf agreed, and it happened as she had said; and the merman fell
+      asleep, and the dwarf stole the belt and brought it to the witch.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Now you must wear the belt,&rdquo; said the witch to the dwarf, &ldquo;and you will
+      have the power and the fairy will lose her power.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      They then translated the sleeping merman to the forest and laid him before
+      the hut, when the witch got a copper vessel, saying:
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;We must bury him in this.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      Then she got the magic pot, and told the dwarf to take a ladleful of the
+      fluid in the pot, and pour it over the merman, which he did, and
+      immediately the merman turned into smoke, that settled in the copper
+      vessel. Then they sealed the copper vessel tightly.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Now take this vessel, and heave it into the sea fifty miles from the
+      land,&rdquo; said the witch, and the dwarf did as he was bid.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Now we&rsquo;ll starve those old fishermen out this winter,&rdquo; said the witch;
+      and it happened as she had said&mdash;they could catch nothing.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      In the spring the queen fairy came to one of the young fishermen who was
+      courting one of the chief&rsquo;s daughters, and said:
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;You must venture for the sake of your love, and for the lives of the
+      fishermen, or you will all starve&mdash;but I will be with you. Will you
+      run the risk?&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;I will,&rdquo; said the brave fisherman.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Well, the dwarf has got my belt, he stole it from the merman, and so I
+      have lost power over the world for twelve months and a day; but if you get
+      back the belt I can settle the witch; if not, you will all starve and
+      catch no fish.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      So the bold fisherman agreed to try.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Now I must transform you into a bear, and you&rsquo;ll have to watch the witch
+      and the dwarf, and take your chance of getting the belt; and you must
+      watch where he hides his treasure, for he is using the belt as a means to
+      get gold, which he hides in a cave.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      And so the sailor was turned into a bear, and he went to the wood and
+      watched the dwarf, and saw that he hid his treasure in a cave in some
+      crags.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The bear had been given the power of making himself invisible, by sitting
+      on his haunches and rubbing his ears with his paws.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      One night, when it was very boisterous, the bear felt like going to see
+      his sweetheart. So he went, and knocked at the door. The girl opened the
+      door, and shrieked when she saw the bear.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Oh, let him in,&rdquo; said her old mother.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      So the bear came in and asked for shelter from the storm, for he could
+      speak.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      And he went and sat by the fire, and asked his sweetheart to brush the
+      snow from his coat, which she did.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;I won&rsquo;t do you any harm,&rdquo; he said; &ldquo;let me sleep by the fire.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      He came again the next night, and they gave him some gruel, and played
+      with him; for he was just like a dog.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      So he came every night until the springtime, when, one morning, as he was
+      going away, he said:
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;You mustn&rsquo;t expect me any more. Spring has come, and the snows have
+      melted. I can&rsquo;t come again till the summer is over.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      So he returned to the wood and watched the dwarf, but he could never catch
+      him without his belt, until one day he saw him fishing for salmon without
+      the belt, and at the same time his sweetheart and her sister came by
+      picking flowers.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      So the bear went up to the dwarf, and the dwarf, when he saw him coming,
+      said:
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Ah! good bear! good bear! let me go. These two girls will be a more
+      dainty morsel for you.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      But the bear smote him with his paw and killed him, and immediately the
+      bear was turned into his former self, and the girls ran up and kissed him,
+      and talked.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Then he took the two girls to the dwarf&rsquo;s cave, and gave each of them a
+      bag of treasure, keeping one for himself. And taking the belt, he put it
+      on, and they all walked back to the hamlet, when he told the fishermen
+      that their troubles would soon be over&mdash;but that he must kill the
+      witch first.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Then he turned the belt three times, and said:
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;I wish for the queen fairy.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      And she came, and was delighted, and said: &ldquo;Now you must come and slay the
+      witch,&rdquo; and she handed him a bow and arrow, telling him to use it right
+      and tight when he got to the hut.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      So he went off to the wood, and found the witch in her hut, and she begged
+      for mercy.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Oh no, you have done too much mischief,&rdquo; he said, and he shot her.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Then the queen fairy appeared, and sent him to gather dry wood to make a
+      fire. When the fire was made she sent him to fetch the witch&rsquo;s wand, which
+      she cast into the flames, saying:
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Now, mark my word, all the devils of hell will be here.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      And when the wand began to burn all the devils came and tried to snatch it
+      from the fire, but the queen raised her wand, saying:
+    </p>
+<pre xml:space="preserve">
+  &ldquo;Through this powerful wand
+  that I hold in my hand,
+  Through this bow and arrow
+  I have caused her to be slain,
+  That she may leave our domain.
+  Now take her up high
+  into the sky,
+  And let her burst asunder
+  as a clap of thunder.
+  Then take her to hell
+  and there let her dwell,
+  To all eternity.&rdquo;
+ </pre>
+    <p>
+      And the wand was burnt, and the devils carried the witch off in a noise
+      like thunder.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The twelve months were up on that day, and the fairy said to the
+      fisherman:
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Take your chief and your brother, and put out to sea half-a-mile, where
+      you&rsquo;ll see a red spot, bright as the sun on the water; cast in your net on
+      the sea-side of the spot, and pull to the shore.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      They did as the queen commanded, and when they pulled the net on the shore
+      they found the copper vessel.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Now open it,&rdquo; said the queen to the fisherman with the belt, &ldquo;but cover
+      your belt with your coat first.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      And he did so, and when he opened the copper a ball of smoke rose into the
+      air, and suddenly the merman stood before them, and said:
+    </p>
+<pre xml:space="preserve">
+  &ldquo;The first four months that I was in prison,
+  I swore I&rsquo;d make the man as rich as a king,
+  The man who released me.
+  But there was no release, no release, no release.
+
+  The second four months that I was in prison,
+  I swore I&rsquo;d make the water run red,
+  But there was no release, no release, no release.
+
+  The last four months that I was in prison,
+  I swore in my wrath I&rsquo;d take my deliverer&rsquo;s life,
+  Whoever he might be.&rdquo;
+ </pre>
+    <p>
+      Whereupon the fisherman opened his coat and showed him the belt. Then the
+      merman immediately cooled down, and said:
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Oh, that&rsquo;s how I came into this trouble.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      Then he asked the fisherman with the belt what had happened, and he told
+      him the whole story.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Then the queen told the fisherman to take the girdle off and put it back
+      on the merman, and he did so; and suddenly the merman took to the sea, and
+      began to sing from a rock:
+    </p>
+<pre xml:space="preserve">
+  <i>&ldquo;As I sit upon the rock,
+  I am like a statue block,
+  And I straighten my hair,
+  That is so long and fair.
+  And now my eyes look bright,
+  For I am in great delight,
+  Because I am free in glee,
+  To roam over the sea.&rdquo;</i>
+</pre>
+    <p>
+      After that the hamlet was joyful again, for the fishermen began to catch
+      plenty of fish; for the merman showed them where to cast their nets, by
+      colouring the water as of old.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      And the two brothers married the chief&rsquo;s two beautiful daughters, and they
+      lived happily ever afterwards.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0025" id="link2H_4_0025"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      THE PASTOR&rsquo;S NURSE.
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      Mon père était très jeune encore quand il est entré au saint ministère et
+      qu&rsquo;il fut nommé pasteur à Hambach, village de la Lorraine. L&rsquo;endroit était
+      assez grand, mais de peu de ressources, et il était heureux de trouver
+      quelqu&rsquo;un qui, dans son inexpérience et loin de sa famille, fut capable de
+      lui aider à fonder sa maison, selon les usages et les traditions d&rsquo;un bon
+      presbytère.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      C&rsquo;est Madame Catherine Reeb, personne d&rsquo;un âge mûr, dont le mari avait été
+      instituteur, mais qui d&rsquo;une nature mécontente et orgueilleuse, se croyait
+      au-dessus de sa sphère, et faisait sentir à sa pauvre femme, qui l&rsquo;aimait
+      d&rsquo;un dévouement admirable, toutes les tortures que l&rsquo;égoïsme peut
+      inventer. Elle se donna à peine le nécessaire pour procurer à son seigneur
+      et mâitre tous les soins que sa supériorité imaginaire pouvait exiger, et
+      pourtant il ne fut jamais content, et un beau jour disparut, sans qu&rsquo;on
+      pût retrouver ses traces. La pauvre Catherine fut inconsolable, mais ne
+      perdit pas l&rsquo;espoir qu&rsquo;un jour son mari ne revînt, chargé de tous les
+      honneurs, qu&rsquo;elle aussi, bonne âme crédule, lui croyait dûs.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      C&rsquo;est dans ces conditions qu&rsquo;elle vint tenir le ménage de mon père, elle
+      le fit avec beaucoup de tact et de douceur, mais tout en elle respirait la
+      tristesse, l&rsquo;abandon. Quand, après quelques années, mon père se maria,
+      Catherine continua son activité dans la maison, mais avec son bon sens
+      naturel, en référa la responsabilité à sa jeune maîtresse, qu&rsquo;elle aimait
+      beaucoup.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Ma mère chercha par bien des moyens à la distraire de son chagrin. Elle
+      devint plus gaie, quand elle nous raconta des histoires et fit des jeux
+      avec nous. Nos parents se faisaient un plaisir de l&rsquo;observer parfois quand
+      elle ne s&rsquo;endouta pas, se disant: &ldquo;Voilà ce qu&rsquo;il fallait à notre vieille
+      Catherine, ce sont les enfants qui lui ont porté l&rsquo;oubli.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      Mais cela ne devait pas durer bien longtemps. Elle redevint peu à peu
+      silencieuse, et ses profonds soupirs ne prouvèrent que trop que l&rsquo;oubli du
+      triste passé n&rsquo;était qu&rsquo;à la surfaçe; ses manières taciturnes et les
+      manifestations d&rsquo;une secrète inquiétude commençaient même à troubler mes
+      parents, et mon père essaya par beaucoup de bonté à la persuader
+      d&rsquo;accepter les épreuves de sa vie comme venant de Dieu. Elle pleura
+      beaucoup et s&rsquo;efforça de se gagner un peu de calme, mais sans fruit.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Un beau jour elle vint trouver mon père et lui dit: &ldquo;Mon cher maître,
+      aidez-moi a exécuter mon projet, et surtout n&rsquo;essayez pas de m&rsquo;en
+      dissuader. Je suis décidée à aller à la recherche de mon mari; je sais
+      qu&rsquo;il a besoin de moi, il m&rsquo;appelle, et je vais partir. Procurez-moi les
+      papiers et certificats nècessaires à cette entreprise, afin que je ne sois
+      pas inquiétée par le police. J&rsquo;irai où mes pieds me conduiront, je ne sais
+      où je le retrouverai, mais je sais que je le reverrai. Je marcherai de
+      jour, et de nuit je me logerai dans une auberge ou une ferme, et je vous
+      donnerai de mes nouvelles.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      Mon père voyait qu&rsquo;il ne pouvait ébranler sa résolution, fit ce qu&rsquo;elle
+      lui demanda, pourvoyant tant que possible aux besoins de la route, et
+      c&rsquo;est le coeur gros de sinistres présages que mes parents virent partir
+      leur bonne et fidèle servante. Quand je lui dis: &ldquo;Tu ne nous aimes donc
+      plus, puisque tu pars?&rdquo; elle m&rsquo;embrassa en pleurant, et dit, &ldquo;Je
+      reviendrai!&rdquo; Il y avait alors vingt ans depuis la disparition de son mari,
+      pendant lesquel elle avait soigneusement entretenu son ménage dans une
+      petite maison qui lui, appartenait.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Elle partit donc, ainsi qu&rsquo;elle l&rsquo;avait dit; marchant de jour et se
+      reposant de nuit, se dirigeant vers la Prusse.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Elle fut absente sans que nous eussions de ses nouvelles pendant au-delà
+      d&rsquo;un mois quand un jour le facteur apporte une lettre à mon père de la
+      part d&rsquo;un collègue inconnu d&rsquo;un village de la Prusse, qui lui dit: &ldquo;Une
+      femme de respectable apparence, munie de certificats identifiant ses
+      dires, est venue me prier de procéder à l&rsquo;humation de son mari qu&rsquo;elle a
+      trouvé mort dans un bois du village voisin. L&rsquo;autorité municipale a
+      comparé les papiers trouvés dans les poches de l&rsquo;inconnu et a constaté
+      qu&rsquo;ils sont en rapport avec ceux que la femme Reeb porte sur elle, et sur
+      ce fait, et voyant que l&rsquo;homme était mort sans violence, a laissé ses
+      restes à elle qui se dit sa veuve et qui lui a rendu les derniers honneurs
+      au cimetière de notre village.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      Inutile de décrire la surprise de mes parents à la reception de cette
+      lettre, qui fut bientôt suivie par le retour de Catherine. Elle compléta
+      le récit du pasteur en disant qu&rsquo;un matin en sortant de ce village, elle
+      alla trouver un petit bois, quand elle vit au bord du chemin un homme
+      étendu mort, mais qui venait seulement de cesser de vivre. Elle le
+      regarda, l&rsquo;examina et reconnut son mari; il lui parut évident qu&rsquo;il
+      faisait son retour vers la patrie et elle, mais que la mort l&rsquo;avait
+      surpris en route. Catherine fut bien plus calme après ces événements, mais
+      ses forces déclinèrent et dans la même année on creusa pour elle une tombe
+      au cimetière de Hambach. Elle n&rsquo;avait plus de famille que celle qu&rsquo;elle
+      avait si fidèlement servie, et les larmes de deux jeunes enfants
+      prouvèrent que quoique abandonnée elle avait été aimée.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_NOTE" id="link2H_NOTE"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      NOTES.
+    </h2>
+    <h3>
+      (1) THE FAIRIES OF CARAGONAN.
+    </h3>
+    <p>
+      Source: This story came from a Welsh pedlar&mdash;a woman. Its genuineness
+      may be relied upon. I find it a common belief that fairies have power over
+      witches, and the witch-hare is commonly believed in; also a witch-fox. I
+      have heard of no evil fairies in Wales; all the mischief seems to be the
+      work of witches. I have heard several variants of the witch-hare.
+    </p>
+    <h3>
+      (2) THE CRAIG-Y-DON BLACKSMITH.
+    </h3>
+    <p>
+      This story I have heard from four different persons.
+    </p>
+    <h3>
+      (3) OLD GWILYM.
+    </h3>
+    <p>
+      Source: This story came from an old Welshman who says he knew Gwilym, and
+      heard the story from his lips. The narrator may be relied upon.
+    </p>
+    <h3>
+      (4) THE BABY-FARMER.
+    </h3>
+    <p>
+      Same source.
+    </p>
+    <h3>
+      (5) THE OLD MAN AND THE FAIRIES.
+    </h3>
+    <p>
+      Same source as 2. In Wales, so far as I have heard, the disappointed
+      always find <i>cockle-shells</i>.
+    </p>
+    <h3>
+      (6) TOMMY PRITCHARD.
+    </h3>
+    <p>
+      Same source as 2.
+    </p>
+    <h3>
+      (7) KADDY&rsquo;S LUCK.
+    </h3>
+    <p>
+      Same source as 2.
+    </p>
+    <h3>
+      (8) STORY OF GELERT.
+    </h3>
+    <p>
+      As told by an old fisherman. The variant of this well-known story may
+      prove useful. Borrow&rsquo;s &ldquo;tent&rdquo; theory is, I think, an invention of his own.
+      I was fortunate enough to get possession of an old book (without
+      title-page, title, or author&rsquo;s name), in which the following remarks on
+      this story occur:&mdash;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Some say this should be written Bedd Gelert, or Gilert, signifying
+      Gelert&rsquo;s, or Gilert&rsquo;s Grave. To this name is annexed a traditional story,
+      which it is hardly worth while to mention. However, the substance of the
+      tradition is, that Prince Llewelyn ap Iorwerth, in a fit of passion,
+      killed a favourite greyhound in this place, named Gelert, or Gilert, and
+      that, repenting of the deed, he caused a tomb to be erected over his
+      grave, where afterwards the parish church was built. See the story at
+      large in Mr. Edw. Jones&rsquo;s <i>Welsh Music</i>. But we may reasonably
+      conclude that this is all a fable, both when we consider the impiety of
+      building a church for divine worship over the grave of a dog, an impiety
+      not consistent with the genius of that age; and when we consider, also,
+      that the establishment of parochial cures, and the building of our country
+      churches in Wales, began soon after the dispersion of the British clergy,
+      which happened at the time of the massacre at Bangor Iscoed, A.D. 603, at
+      the instigation of Augustine the Monk, employed for that purpose by the
+      See of Rome. Llewelyn ap Iorwerth governed Wales from A.D. 1194 to 1240,
+      when he died; so that parish churches were built between five and six
+      hundred years before the time of this prince.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;This Gelert, or Gilert, must, in all probability, have been some old monk
+      or saint of that name, who was interred here, and was either the first
+      founder of this church, or one to whose memory it was dedicated, if built
+      after his time. Bethgelert, before the Reformation, was a priory. Lewis
+      Dwnn, a bard of the fifteenth century, in a poem (the purport of which is
+      to solicit David, the Prior of Bethgelert, to bestow on John Wynne, of
+      Gwydwr, Esq., a fine bay horse which he possessed) extols the Prior for
+      his liberality and learning. Hence we are led to suppose that this monk
+      was very opulent, and a popular character in his time.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      The stories of a hunter killing his favourite greyhound (always a
+      greyhound) are common to many districts. The book quoted is said to be
+      written by a Mr. Williams, in 1800.
+    </p>
+    <h3>
+      (9) ORIGIN OF THE WELSH.
+    </h3>
+    <p>
+      Source: An old seaman, who avers he heard it on a ship, on the way home
+      from Calcutta. I look with suspicion on the story. However, the Welsh
+      always believed they were descended from the Trojans, and the author of
+      the book cited says on this point:&mdash;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Elen was a very common name among the ancient British ladies, and it
+      seems to have been often bestowed out of compliment upon genteel and
+      beautiful women; as we sometimes hear at this day <i>Ei Elen O&mdash;his
+      Elen</i> when a man has a young and beautiful wife; and there is hardly a
+      love-song but the woman is called or compared in it to the Trojan Helena,
+      or Elen, as the Welsh write and pronounce the word. The Welsh have had
+      amongst them, time out of mind, a tradition that the first colony of
+      Bretons came to these islands from Troy after the destruction of that
+      city.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <h3>
+      (10) THE STORY OF THE CROWS.
+    </h3>
+    <p>
+      Source: Told me by an old man, who knew the defunct.
+    </p>
+    <h3>
+      (11) ROBERTS AND THE FAIRIES.
+    </h3>
+    <p>
+      Source: Told me by another old man, and I believe it to be genuine.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      There is another story of the same kind, of a man who was searching for
+      treasure in Beaumaris Castle, and after he had told of his luck a stone
+      fell on him, so that he had to go away.
+    </p>
+    <h3>
+      (12) THE QUEEN OF THE DELL.
+    </h3>
+    <p>
+      Came from the same old pedlar as No. 1. A genuine story. The narrator says
+      you seldom hear a fairy story in Anglesea unless there is a witch in it.
+    </p>
+    <h3>
+      (13) ELLEN&rsquo;S LUCK.
+    </h3>
+    <p>
+      Source: Told me by the same old man as No. 11. I believe it to be genuine,
+      and the narrator trustworthy.
+    </p>
+    <h3>
+      (14) THE PELLINGS.
+    </h3>
+    <p>
+      Source: Taken <i>verbatim</i> from the old book referred to. In the
+      context the author says these people inhabited the districts about the
+      foot of Snowdon, and were known by the nickname of Pellings, which is not
+      yet extinct; and he says they tell the tale as given. After telling the
+      story, which he entitles a fairy story, he makes the following suggestive
+      comments:&mdash;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Before the Reformation, when the Christian world was enveloped in Popish
+      darkness and superstition, when the existence of fairies and other
+      spectres was not questioned, and when such a swarm of idle people, under
+      the names of minstrels, poets, begging friars, etc., were permitted to
+      ramble about, it may be supposed that these vagrants had amongst
+      themselves some kind of rule or government, if I may so term it, as we are
+      assured those that now-a-days go under the name of gypsies have. Such
+      people might, at appointed times on fine moonlight nights, assemble in
+      some sequestered spot, to regulate their dark affairs and divide the
+      spoil; and then perform their nightly <i>orgies</i>, so as to terrify
+      people from coming near them, lest their tricks and cheats should be
+      discovered. It is possible the men of Ystrad might have less superstition,
+      and somewhat more courage, than their neighbours, and supposing such a one
+      to come suddenly on these nightly revellers, he would of course cause
+      great consternation amongst them; and, on finding a comely female in the
+      group, it is not unnatural to imagine that he might, as the heroes of old
+      have done before him, seize on a beauteous Helen, carry her home, and in
+      process of time marry her&mdash;for many valorous knights have done the
+      latter; but she, on account of some domestic jars, might afterwards have
+      eloped from him, and returned to her former companions and occupation.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      The author makes the following remarks in a foot-note:&mdash;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;The English writers of romances feign the fairies to be of a smaller size
+      than even the fabled pigmies; the Welsh people ever supposed them to be of
+      the same stature with mankind. Shakespeare describes his fairy as less
+      than a mite, riding through people&rsquo;s brains to make the chase. This has
+      not been my experience. I have had them described to me of all sizes,
+      varying from a woman to little people two feet high. They have been
+      described, when large, as dressed like ordinary ladies, when small, with
+      short dresses; no hats, and hair in a plaited pigtail down the back.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      Finally, the writer says:
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;What other interpretation can be given to this tale I know not. This, and
+      such other tales, the material of which one might collect a volume, must,
+      it may reasonably be supposed, have something of reality for their origin
+      and foundation, before they were dressed out in the familiar garb given
+      them by their authors.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      So our author is a &ldquo;realist&rdquo; as regards the origin of fairies.
+    </p>
+    <h3>
+      (15) THE LONG-LIVED ANCESTORS.
+    </h3>
+    <p>
+      Source: Taken <i>verbatim</i> from the book quoted. This fable refers to
+      the place, <i>Cwm Caw Lwyd</i>, regarding which the writer says:
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;With regard to the <i>Cwm Caw Lwyd</i>, there is a still extant fable
+      entitled <i>Creaduriaid Hir Hoedlog</i> (i.e., the long-lived ancestors),
+      which seems to be a composition of no modern date. At present the moral of
+      it cannot be elucidated; but it seems that, in one respect, it was
+      intended to represent the solitariness of this place, inhabited only by
+      the weeping owl from remote antiquity; and certainly it is the most
+      solitary and romantic retreat that the mind of man could imagine.&rdquo; The
+      writer says his is a &ldquo;literal translation of the story, according to the
+      Welsh phraseology&rdquo;.
+    </p>
+    <h3>
+      (16) THE GIANTESS&rsquo;S APRON-FULL.
+    </h3>
+    <p>
+      Source: <i>Verbatim</i> from the same book. Referring to the heaps of
+      stone found on the hill-tops, he gives the fable of the heap found upon <i>Bwlchy
+      Ddeufaen</i>, which he says is called <i>Ban Clodidd y Gawres</i>&mdash;literally,
+      the giantess&rsquo;s apron-full.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;The writer regards such tales as originally intended as hyperboles, to
+      magnify the prowess and magnanimity of renowned persons.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <h3>
+      (17) A FABLE.
+    </h3>
+    <p>
+      Source: Taken <i>verbatim</i> from the same book. The writer quotes it
+      apropos of the Roman custom of bribing the Britons on the mountain tops.
+      We are told the fable was delivered by one of the Britons, named <i>Gwrgan
+      Farfdrwch</i>, who spoke to this effect, and then follows the fable.
+    </p>
+    <h3>
+      (18) THE STORY OF THE PIG-TROUGH.
+    </h3>
+    <p>
+      Source: Told by Hugh&rsquo;s daughter. Genuine.
+    </p>
+    <h3>
+      (19) BILLY DUFFY AND THE DEVIL.
+    </h3>
+    <p>
+      Source: Told me by the old man who told me of the origin of the Welsh.
+      Vague.
+    </p>
+    <h3>
+      (20) JOHN O&rsquo; GROATS.
+    </h3>
+    <p>
+      Same source. Vague.
+    </p>
+    <h3>
+      (21) EVA&rsquo;S LUCK.
+    </h3>
+    <p>
+      Source: A Jersey fisherman. Reliable. He also informed me that large
+      stones, supported on others, were called &ldquo;Fairy Stones&rdquo; in Jersey.
+    </p>
+    <h3>
+      (22) THE FISHERMEN OF SHETLAND.
+    </h3>
+    <p>
+      Source: Told me by a yachting hand, who heard it from a Shetlander named
+      Abernethy who was serving in the same yacht with him. Not many years ago,
+      some volunteers at Beaumaris swore they saw a mermaid there, and fired
+      several shots at it. I think this story to be genuine and beautiful.
+    </p>
+    <h3>
+      (23) THE PASTOR&rsquo;S NURSE.
+    </h3>
+    <p>
+      Source: Reliable. Written for me by the Pastor&rsquo;s mother in French. Given
+      <i>verbatim</i>.
+    </p>
+    <h3>
+      FINAL.
+    </h3>
+    <p>
+      The book I have quoted is in my possession, and was written, I am told, by
+      a Mr. Williams, a Welshman, of Llandegai in Anglesea. That he was shrewd,
+      reasonable, and knew the people of North Wales thoroughly, is evident from
+      the context. The book has no date, but appears to have been written in
+      1800.
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 6em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+<pre>
+
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+Project Gutenberg's Welsh Fairy-Tales And Other Stories, by Anonymous
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+This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with
+almost no restrictions whatsoever.  You may copy it, give it away or
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+Title: Welsh Fairy-Tales And Other Stories
+
+Author: Anonymous
+
+Editor: P. H. Emerson
+
+
+Release Date: August, 2005 [EBook #8675]
+This file was first posted on July 31, 2003
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+*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK WELSH FAIRY-TALES AND OTHER ***
+
+
+
+
+Produced by Delphine Lettau, Charles Franks and the people at DP
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+WELSH FAIRY-TALES AND OTHER STORIES
+
+By Anonymous
+
+
+Collected And Edited By P. H. Emerson
+
+
+To
+
+Leonard, Sybil, Gladys, And Zoe.
+
+
+
+
+AUTHOR'S NOTE.
+
+These tales were collected by me whilst living in Anglesea during the
+winter 1891-2.
+
+With the exception of the French story, they were told me and I took
+them down at the time.
+
+Particulars respecting the narratives will be found in the Notes.
+
+In most cases I have done but little "editing", preferring to give the
+stories as told.
+
+The old book referred to in the Notes I bought from a country
+bookseller, who knew neither its author, title, or date, but I have
+since been informed the book is Williams' _Observations on the Snowdon
+Mountains_, published in 1802, a book well known to students of Celtic
+literature.
+
+P. H. E.
+
+CLARINGBOLD, BROADSTAIRS. _April 1894_.
+
+
+
+CONTENTS.
+
+     THE FAIRIES OF CARAGONAN       Welsh
+     THE CRAIG-Y-DON BLACKSMITH     Welsh
+     OLD GWILYM                     Welsh
+     THE BABY-FARMER                Welsh
+     THE OLD MAN AND THE FAIRIES    Welsh
+     TOMMY PRITCHARD                Welsh
+     KADDY'S LUCK                   Welsh
+     THE STORY OF GELERT            Welsh
+     ORIGIN OF THE WELSH            Welsh
+     THE CROWS                      Welsh
+     ROBERTS AND THE FAIRIES        Welsh
+     THE FAIRY OF THE DELL          Welsh
+     ELLEN'S LUCK                   Welsh
+     THE FAIRIES' MINT              Welsh
+     THE PELLINGS                   Welsh
+     THE LONG-LIVED ANCESTORS       Welsh
+     THE GIANTESS'S APRON-FULL      Welsh
+     A FABLE                        Welsh
+     THE STORY OF THE PIG-TROUGH    Irish
+     BILLY DUFFY AND THE DEVIL      Irish
+     JOHN O' GROATS                 Scotch
+     EVA'S LUCK                     Jersey
+     THE FISHERMEN OF SHETLAND      Shetland
+     THE PASTOR'S NURSE             French
+     NOTES
+
+
+
+
+
+THE FAIRIES OF CARAGONAN.
+
+
+Once upon a time a lot of fairies lived in Mona.
+
+One day the queen fairy's daughter, who was now fifteen years of age,
+told her mother she wished to go out and see the world.
+
+The queen consented, allowing her to go for a day, and to change from a
+fairy to a bird, or from a bird to a fairy, as she wished.
+
+When she returned one night she said:
+
+"I've been to a gentleman's house, and as I stood listening, I heard the
+gentleman was witched: he was very ill, and crying out with pain."
+
+"Oh, I must look into that," said the queen.
+
+So the next day she went through her process and found that he was
+bewitched by an old witch. So the following day she set out with six
+other fairies, and when they came to the gentleman's house she found he
+was very ill.
+
+Going into the room, bearing a small blue pot they had brought with
+them, the queen asked him:
+
+"Would you like to be cured?"
+
+"Oh, bless you; yes, indeed."
+
+Whereupon the queen put the little blue pot of perfume on the centre of
+the table, and lit it, when the room was instantly filled with the most
+delicious odour.
+
+Whilst the perfume was burning, the six fairies formed in line behind
+her, and she leading, they walked round the table three times, chanting
+in chorus:
+
+  "Round and round three times three,
+  We have come to cure thee."
+
+At the end of the third round she touched the burning perfume with her
+wand, and then touched the gentleman on the head, saying:
+
+"Be thou made whole."
+
+No sooner had she said the words than he jumped up hale and hearty, and
+said:
+
+"Oh, dear queen, what shall I do for you? I'll do anything you wish."
+
+"Money I do not wish for," said the queen, "but there's a little plot of
+ground on the sea-cliff I want you to lend me, for I wish to make a ring
+there, and the grass will die when I make the ring. Then I want you to
+build three walls round the ring, but leave the sea-side open, so that
+we may be able to come and go easily."
+
+"With the greatest of pleasure," said the gentleman; and he built the
+three stone walls at once, at the spot indicated.
+
+
+
+II.
+
+Near the gentleman lived the old witch, and she had the power of turning
+at will into a hare. The gentleman was a great hare hunter, but the
+hounds could never catch this hare; it always disappeared in a mill,
+running between the wings and jumping in at an open window, though they
+stationed two men and a dog at the spot, when it immediately turned into
+the old witch. And the old miller never suspected, for the old woman
+used to take him a peck of corn to grind a few days before any hunt,
+telling him she would call for it on the afternoon of the day of the
+hunt. So that when she arrived she was expected.
+
+One day she had been taunting the gentleman as he returned from a hunt,
+that he could never catch the hare, and he struck her with his whip,
+saying "Get away, you witchcraft!"
+
+Whereupon she witched him, and he fell ill, and was cured as we have
+seen.
+
+When he got well he watched the old witch, and saw she often visited the
+house of an old miser who lived near by with his beautiful niece. Now
+all the people in the village touched their hats most respectfully to
+this old miser, for they knew he had dealings with the witch, and they
+were as much afraid of him as of her; but everyone loved the miser's
+kind and beautiful niece.
+
+
+
+III.
+
+When the fairies got home the queen told her daughter:
+
+"I have no power over the old witch for twelve months from to-day, and
+then I have no power over her life. She must lose that by the arm of a
+man."
+
+So the next day the daughter was sent out again to see whether she could
+find a person suited to that purpose.
+
+In the village lived a small crofter, who was afraid of nothing; he was
+the boldest man thereabouts; and one day he passed the miser without
+saluting him. The old fellow went off at once and told the witch.
+
+"Oh, I'll settle his cows to-night!" said she, and they were taken sick,
+and gave no milk that night.
+
+The fairy's daughter arrived at his croft-yard after the cows were taken
+ill, and she heard him say to his son, a bright lad:
+
+"It must be the old witch!"
+
+When she heard this, she sent him to the queen.
+
+So next day the fairy queen took six fairies and went to the croft,
+taking her blue pot of perfume. When she got there she asked the crofter
+if he would like his cows cured?
+
+"God bless you, yes!" he said.
+
+The queen made him bring a round table into the yard, whereon she placed
+the blue pot of perfume, and having lit it, as before, they formed in
+line and walked round thrice, chanting the words:
+
+  "Round and round three times three,
+  We have come to cure thee."
+
+Then she dipped the end of her wand into the perfume, and touched the
+cows on the forehead, saying to each one:
+
+"Be thou whole."
+
+Whereupon they jumped up cured.
+
+The little farmer was overjoyed, and cried:
+
+"Oh, what can I do for you? What can I do for you?"
+
+"Money I care not for," said the queen, "all I want is your son to
+avenge you and me."
+
+The lad jumped up and said:
+
+"What I can do I'll do it for you, my lady fairy."
+
+She told him to be at the walled plot the following day at noon, and
+left.
+
+
+
+IV.
+
+The next day at noon, the queen and her daughter and three hundred other
+fairies came up the cliff to the green grass plot, and they carried a
+pole, and a tape, and a mirror. When they reached the plot they planted
+the pole in the ground, and hung the mirror on the pole. The queen took
+the tape, which measured ten yards and was fastened to the top of the
+pole, and walked round in a circle, and wherever she set her feet the
+grass withered and died. Then the fairies followed up behind the queen,
+and each fairy carried a harebell in her left-hand, and a little blue
+cup of burning perfume in her right. When they had formed up the queen
+called the lad to her side, and told him to walk by her throughout. They
+then started off, all singing in chorus:
+
+  "Round and round three times three,
+  Tell me what you see."
+
+When they finished the first round, the queen and lad stopped before the
+mirror, and she asked the lad what he saw?
+
+  "I see, I see, the mirror tells me,
+  It is the witch that I see,"
+
+said the lad. So they marched round again, singing the same words as
+before, and when they stopped a second time before the mirror the queen
+again asked him what he saw?
+
+  "I see, I see, the mirror tells me,
+  It is a hare that I see,"
+
+said the lad.
+
+A third time the ceremony and question were repeated.
+
+  "I see, I see, the mirror tells me,
+  The hares run up the hill to the mill."
+
+"Now," said the queen, "there is to be a hare-hunting this day week; be
+at the mill at noon, and I will meet you there."
+
+And then the fairies, pole, mirror, and all, vanished and only the empty
+ring on the green was left.
+
+
+
+V.
+
+Upon the appointed day the lad went to his tryst, and at noon the Fairy
+Queen appeared, and gave him a sling, and a smooth pebble from the
+beach, saying:
+
+"I have blessed your arms, and I have blessed the sling and the stone.
+
+  "Now as the clock strikes three,
+  Go up the hill near the mill,
+  And in the ring stand still
+  Till you hear the click of the mill.
+  Then with thy arm, with power and might,
+  You shall strike and smite
+  The devil of a witch called Jezabel light,
+  And you shall see an awful sight."
+
+The lad did as he was bidden, and presently he heard the huntsman's
+horn and the hue and cry, and saw the hare running down the opposite
+hill-side, where the hounds seemed to gain on her, but as she breasted
+the hill on which he stood she gained on them. As she came towards the
+mill he threw his stone, and it lodged in her skull, and when he ran
+up he found he had killed the old witch. As the huntsmen came up they
+crowded round him, and praised him; and then they fastened the witch's
+body to a horse by ropes, and dragged her to the bottom of the valley,
+where they buried her in a ditch. That night, when the miser heard of
+her death, he dropped down dead on the spot.
+
+As the lad was going home the queen appeared to him, and told him to be
+at the ring the following day at noon.
+
+
+
+VI.
+
+Next day all the fairies came with the pole and mirror, each carrying
+a harebell in her left-hand, and a blue cup of burning perfume in her
+right, and they formed up as before, the lad walking beside the queen.
+They marched round and repeated the old words, when the queen stopped
+before the mirror, and said:
+
+"What do you see?"
+
+  "I see, I see, the mirror tells me,
+  It is an old plate-cupboard that I see."
+
+A second time they went round, and the question, was repeated.
+
+  "I see, I see, the mirror tells me,
+  The back is turned to me."
+
+A third time was the ceremony fulfilled, and the lad answered
+
+  "I see, I see, the mirror tells me,
+  A spring-door is open to me."
+
+"Buy that plate-cupboard at the miser's sale," said the queen, and she
+and her companions disappeared as before.
+
+
+
+VII.
+
+Upon the day of the sale all the things were brought out in the road,
+and the plate-cupboard was put up, the lad recognising it and bidding up
+for it till it was sold to him. When he had paid for it he took it
+home in a cart, and when he got in and examined it, he found the secret
+drawer behind was full of gold. The following week the house and land,
+thirty acres, was put up for sale, and the lad bought both, and married
+the miser's niece, and they lived happily till they died.
+
+
+
+
+THE CRAIG-Y-DON BLACKSMITH.
+
+Once upon a time an old blacksmith lived in an old forge at Craig-y-don,
+and he used to drink a great deal too much beer.
+
+One night he was coming home from an alehouse very tipsy, and as he
+got near a small stream a lot of little men suddenly sprang up from the
+rocks, and one of them, who seemed to be older than the rest, came up to
+him, and said,
+
+"If you don't alter your ways of living you'll die soon; but if you
+behave better and become a better man you'll find it will be to your
+benefit," and they all disappeared as quickly as they had come.
+
+The old blacksmith thought a good deal about what the fairies had told
+him, and he left off drinking, and became a sober, steady man.
+
+One day, a few months after meeting the little people, a strange man
+brought a horse to be shod. Nobody knew either the horse or the man.
+
+The old blacksmith tied the horse to a hole in the lip of a cauldron
+(used for the purpose of cooling his hot iron) that he had built in some
+masonry.
+
+When he had tied the horse up he went to shoe the off hind-leg, but
+directly he touched the horse the spirited animal started back with a
+bound, and dragged the cauldron from the masonry, and then it broke the
+halter and ran away out of the forge, and was never seen again: neither
+the horse nor its master.
+
+When the old blacksmith came to pull down the masonry to rebuild it, he
+found three brass kettles full of money.
+
+
+
+
+OLD GWILYM.
+
+Old Gwilym Evans started off one fine morning to walk across the Eagle
+Hills to a distant town, bent upon buying some cheese. On his way, in a
+lonely part of the hills, he found a golden guinea, which he quickly put
+into his pocket.
+
+When he got to the town, instead of buying his provisions, he went
+into an alehouse, and sat drinking and singing with some sweet-voiced
+quarrymen until dark, when he thought it was time to go home. Whilst he
+was drinking, an old woman with a basket came in, and sat beside him,
+but she left before him. After the parting glass he got up and reeled
+through the town, quite forgetting to buy his cheese; and as he got
+amongst the hills they seemed to dance up and down before him, and he
+seemed to be walking on air. When he got near the lonely spot where he
+had found the money he heard some sweet music, and a number of fairies
+crossed his path and began dancing all round him, and then as he looked
+up he saw some brightly-lighted houses before him on the hill; and
+he scratched his head, for he never remembered having seen houses
+thereabouts before. And as he was thinking, and watching the fairies,
+one came and begged him to come into the house and sit down.
+
+So he followed her in, and found the house was all gold inside it, and
+brightly lighted, and the fairies were dancing and singing, and they
+brought him anything he wanted for supper, and then they put him to bed.
+
+Gwilym slept heavily, and when he awoke turned round, for he felt very
+cold, and his body seemed covered with prickles; so he sat up and rubbed
+his eyes, and found that he was quite naked and lying in a bunch of
+gorse.
+
+When he found himself in this plight he hurried home, and told his wife,
+and she was very angry with him for spending all the money and bringing
+no cheese home, and then he told her his adventures.
+
+"Oh, you bad man!" she said, "the fairies gave you money and you spent
+it wrongly, so they were sure to take their revenge."
+
+
+
+
+THE BABY-FARMER.
+
+Old Kaddy was a baby-farmer, and one day she went to the woods to gather
+sticks for her fire, and whilst she was gathering the sticks she found a
+piece of gold, and took it home; but she never told anyone she had found
+the money, for she always pretended to be very poor.
+
+But though she was so poor, she used to dress two of her children in
+fine clothes; but the others, whom she did not like, she kept in the
+filthiest rags.
+
+One day a man knocked at her door, and asked to see the children.
+
+He sat down in her little room, and she went and brought the ragged
+little boy and girl, saying she was very poor, and couldn't afford to
+dress them better; for she had been careful to hide the well-dressed
+little boy and girl in a cockloft.
+
+After the stranger had gone she went to the cockloft to look for her
+well-dressed favourites, but they had disappeared, and they were never
+seen afterwards, for they were turned into fairies.
+
+
+
+
+THE OLD MAN AND THE FAIRIES.
+
+Many years ago the Welsh mountains were full of fairies. People used
+to go by moonlight to see them dancing, for they knew where they would
+dance by seeing green rings in the grass.
+
+There was an old man living in those days who used to frequent the
+fairs that were held across the mountains. One day he was crossing the
+mountains to a fair, and when he got to a lonely valley he sat down, for
+he was tired, and he dropped off to sleep, and his bag fell down by his
+side. When he was sound asleep the fairies came and carried him off,
+bag and all, and took him under the earth, and when he awoke he found
+himself in a great palace of gold, full of fairies dancing and singing.
+And they took him and showed him everything, the splendid gold room and
+gardens, and they kept dancing round him until he fell asleep.
+
+When he was asleep they carried him back to the same spot where they
+had found him, and when he awoke he thought he had been dreaming, so
+he looked for his bag, and got hold of it, but he could hardly lift it.
+When he opened it he found it was nearly filled with gold.
+
+He managed to pick it up, and turning round, he went home.
+
+When he got home, his wife Kaddy said: "What's to do, why haven't you
+been to the fair?"
+
+"I've got something here," he said, and showed his wife the gold.
+
+"Why, where did you get that?"
+
+But he wouldn't tell her. Since she was curious, like all women, she
+kept worrying him all night--for he'd put the money in a box under the
+bed--so he told her about the fairies.
+
+Next morning, when he awoke, he thought he'd go to the fair and buy a
+lot of things, and he went to the box to get some of the gold, but found
+it full of cockle-shells.
+
+
+
+
+TOMMY PRITCHARD.
+
+Tommy Pritchard was going to school one day, and on his way he thought
+he heard somebody singing on the other side of a stone wall by the road,
+so he climbed up and looked over, and there underneath a stone he saw a
+sixpence, so he took it.
+
+Every morning after that, when he went to school, he used to look in the
+same place, and he always found a sixpence.
+
+His father noticed he was always spending money in the sweet-shop, so
+he began to think Tommy was stealing from somebody, and one day he asked
+him where he got the money. Tommy wouldn't tell at first, but his father
+threatened to beat him, so he told him where he got his sixpences.
+
+Next morning he went to look in the same place for his sixpence, and
+he found nothing but a cockle-shell. And he never saw anything but a
+cockle-shell there afterwards.
+
+
+
+
+KADDY'S LUCK.
+
+There was a tall young woman whom the fairies used to visit, coming
+through the keyhole at night. She could hear them dancing and singing in
+her room, but in the morning they used to go the way they had come, only
+they always left her some money.
+
+When she got married she chose a tall husband like herself, and they had
+a fine big child.
+
+One night they went to a fair, and they got to one side to hear the
+fairies; for some people could tell when the fairies were coming, for
+they made a noise like the wind. Whilst they were waiting she told her
+husband how the fairies used to leave her money at night.
+
+When they got home they found their baby all right, and went to bed. But
+next morning the young mother found her child had been changed in the
+night, and there was a very little baby in the cradle. And the child
+never grew big, for the fairies had changed her child for spite.
+
+
+
+
+THE STORY OF GELERT.
+
+(AS CURRENT IN ANGLESEA)
+
+
+It was somewhere about 1200, Prince Llewellyn had a castle at Aber, just
+abreast of us here; indeed, parts of the towers remain to this day. His
+consort was the Princess Joan; she was King John's daughter. Her coffin
+remains with us to this day. Llewellyn was a great hunter of wolves
+and foxes, for the hills of Carnarvonshire were infested with wolves in
+those days, after the young lambs.
+
+Now the prince had several hunting-houses--sorts of farm houses, one of
+them was at the place now called Beth-Gelert, for the wolves were very
+thick there at this time. Now the prince used to travel from farm-house
+to farm-house with his family and friends, when going on these hunting
+parties.
+
+One season they went hunting from Aber, and stopped at the house where
+Beth-Gelert is now--it's about fourteen miles away. The prince had all
+his hounds with him, but his favourite was Gelert, a hound who had never
+let off a wolf for six years.
+
+The prince loved the dog like a child, and at the sound of his horn
+Gelert was always the first to come bounding up. There was company
+at the house, and one day they went hunting, leaving his wife and the
+child, in a big wooden cradle, behind him at the farm-house.
+
+The hunting party killed three or four wolves, and about two hours
+before the word passed for returning home, Llewellyn missed Gelert, and
+he asked his huntsmen:
+
+"Where's Gelert? I don't see him."
+
+"Well, indeed, master, I've missed him this half-hour."
+
+And Llewellyn blew his horn, but no Gelert came at the sound.
+
+Indeed, Gelert had got on to a wolves' track which led to the house.
+
+The prince sounded the return, and they went home, the prince lamenting
+Gelert. "He's sure to have been slain--he's sure to have been slain!
+since he did not answer the horn. Oh, my Gelert!" And they approached
+the house, and the prince went into the house, and saw Gelert lying by
+the overturned cradle, and blood all about the room.
+
+"What! hast thou slain my child?" said the prince, and ran his sword
+through the dog.
+
+After that he lifted up the cradle to look for his child, and found the
+body of a big wolf underneath that Gelert had slain, and his child was
+safe. Gelert had capsized the cradle in the scuffle.
+
+"Oh, Gelert! Oh, Gelert!" said the prince, "my favourite hound, my
+favourite hound! Thou hast been slain by thy master's hand, and in death
+thou hast licked thy master's hand!" He patted the dog, but it was too
+late, and poor Gelert died licking his master's hand.
+
+Next day they made a coffin, and had a regular funeral, the same as if
+it were a human being; all the servants in deep mourning, and everybody.
+They made him a grave, and the village was called after the dog,
+Beth-Gelert--Gelert's Grave; and the prince planted a tree, and put a
+gravestone of slate, though it was before the days of quarries. And they
+are to be seen to this day.
+
+
+
+
+ORIGIN OF THE WELSH.
+
+Many years ago there lived several wild tribes round the King of
+Persia's city, and the king's men were always annoying and harassing
+them, exacting yearly a heavy tribute. Now these tribes, though very
+brave in warfare, could not hold their own before the Persian army
+when sent out against them, so that they paid their yearly tribute
+grudgingly, but took revenge, whenever they could, upon travellers to or
+from the city, robbing and killing them.
+
+At last one of the tribesmen, a clever old chieftain, thought of a
+cunning plan whereby to defeat the Persians, and free themselves from
+the yearly tribute. And this was his scheme:
+
+The wild wastes where these tribes lived were infested with large
+birds called "Rohs", [Footnote: Pronounced softly.] which were very
+destructive to human beings--devouring men, women, and children greedily
+whenever they could catch them. Such a terror were they that the tribes
+had to protect their village with high walls, [Footnote: Can this have
+anything to do with the idea of walling-in the cuckoo?] and then
+they slept securely, for the Roh hunted by night. This old chieftain
+determined to watch the birds, and find out their nesting-places; so he
+had a series of towers built, in which the watchmen could sleep securely
+by night. These towers were advanced in whatever direction the birds
+were seen to congregate by night. The observers reported that the Roh
+could not fly, but ran very swiftly, being fleeter than any horse.
+
+At length, by watching, their nesting-places were found in a sandy
+plain, and it was discovered that those monstrous birds stole sheep and
+cattle in great numbers.
+
+The chieftain then gave orders for the watchmen to keep on guard until
+the young birds were hatched, when they were commanded to secure fifty,
+and bring them into the walled town. The order was carried out, and one
+night they secured fifty young birds just out of the egg, and brought
+them to the town.
+
+The old chieftain then told off fifty skilful warriors, a man to each
+bird, to his son being allotted the largest bird. These warriors were
+ordered to feed the birds on flesh, and to train them for battle. The
+birds grew up as tame as horses. Saddles and bridles were made for them,
+and they were trained and exercised just like chargers.
+
+When the next tribute day came round, the King of Persia sent his
+emissaries to collect the tax, but the chieftains of the tribes insulted
+and defied them, so that they returned to the king, who at once sent
+forward his army.
+
+The chieftain then marshalled his men, and forty-six of the Rohs were
+drawn up in front of the army, the chief getting on the strongest bird.
+The remaining four were placed on the right flank, and ordered at a
+signal to advance and cut off the army, should they retreat.
+
+The Rohs had small scales, like those of a fish, on their necks and
+bodies, the scales being hidden under a soft hair, except on the upper
+half of the neck. They had no feathers except on their wings. So they
+were invulnerable except as to the eyes--for in those days the Persians
+only had bows and arrows, and light javelins. When the Persian army
+advanced, the Rohs advanced at lightning speed, and made fearful havoc,
+the birds murdering and trampling the soldiers under foot, and beating
+them down with their powerful wings. In less than two hours half the
+Persian army was slain, and the rest had escaped. The tribes returned to
+their walled towns, delighted with their victory.
+
+When the news of his defeat reached the King of Persia he was wroth
+beyond expression, and could not sleep for rage. So the next morning he
+called for his magician.
+
+"What are you going to do with the birds?" asked the king.
+
+"Well, I've been thinking the matter over," replied the magician.
+
+"Cannot you destroy all of them?"
+
+"No, your majesty; I cannot destroy them, for I have not the power; but
+I can get rid of them in one way; for though I cannot put out life, I
+have the power of turning one life into some other living creature."
+
+"Well, what will you turn them into?" asked the king.
+
+"I'll consider to-night, your majesty," replied the magician.
+
+"Well, mind and be sure to do it."
+
+"Yes, I'll be sure to do it, your majesty."
+
+        *       *       *       *       *
+
+The next day, at ten, the magician appeared before the king, who asked:
+
+"Have you considered well?"
+
+"Yes, your majesty."
+
+"Well, how are you going to act?"
+
+"Your majesty, I've thought and thought during the night, and the best
+thing we can do is to turn all the birds into fairies."
+
+"What are fairies?" asked the king.
+
+"I've planned it all out, and I hope your majesty will agree."
+
+"Oh! I'll agree, as long as they never molest us more."
+
+"Well, your majesty, I'm going to turn them to fairies--small living
+creatures to live in caves in the bowels of the earth, and they shall
+only visit people living on the earth once a year. They shall be
+harmless, and hurt nothing; they shall be fairies, and do nothing
+but dance and sing, and I shall allow them to go about on earth for
+twenty-four hours once a year and play their antics, but they shall do
+no mischief."
+
+"How long are the birds to remain in that state?" asked the king.
+
+"I'll give them 2,000 years, your majesty; and at the end of that time
+they are to go back into birds, as they were before. And after the birds
+change from the fairy state back into birds, they shall never breed
+more, but die a natural death."
+
+So the tribes lost their birds, and the King of Persia made such fearful
+havoc amongst them that they decided to leave the country.
+
+They travelled, supporting themselves by robbery; until they came to
+a place where they built a city, and called it Troy, where they were
+besieged for a long time.
+
+At length the besiegers built a large caravan, with a large man's
+head in front; the head was all gilded with gold. When the caravan was
+finished they put 150 of the best warriors inside, provided with food,
+and one of them had a trumpet. Then they pulled the caravan, which ran
+upon eight broad wheels, up to the gates of the city, and left it there,
+their army being drawn up in a valley near by. It was, agreed that
+when the caravan got inside the gates the bugler should blow three loud
+blasts to warn, the army, who would immediately advance into the city.
+
+The men on the ramparts saw this curious caravan, and they began
+wondering what it was, and for two or three days they left it alone.
+
+At last an old chieftain said, "It must be their food."
+
+On the third day they opened the gates, and attaching ropes, began to
+haul it into the city; then the warriors leaped out, and the horn blew,
+and the army hurried up, and the town was taken after great slaughter;
+but a number escaped with their wives and children, and fled on to the
+Crimea, whence they were driven by the Russians, so they marched away
+along the sea to Spain, and bearing up through France, they stopped.
+Some wanted to go across the sea, and some stayed in the heart of
+France: they were the Bretoons. [Footnote: Bretons.] The others came
+on over in boats, and landed in England, and they were the first people
+settled in Great Britain: they were the Welsh.
+
+
+
+
+CROWS.
+
+
+  One black crow, bad luck for me.
+  Two black crows, good luck for me.
+  Three black crows, a son shall be born in the family.
+  Four black crows, a daughter shall be born in the family.
+  Five black crows shall be a funeral in the family.
+  Six black crows, if they fly head on, a sudden death.
+  Seven black crows with their tails towards you, death within seven
+  years.
+
+
+There was a young man, not so very long ago, who had been to sea for
+years. He was married, but had no children. He was one of the most
+spirited men you ever saw. He used to complain of his dreams. He said,
+"All at once last Sunday I was up in the air, and I saw the vessel I was
+in going at great speed, making for a mountain, and I tried as hard as
+I could to keep her from the mountain. I don't believe I was asleep
+at all, I could see it so plainly. I went along in the air, looking at
+seven black crows all the time. I got dizzy, and the vessel seemed to
+lower on to the earth. The vessel lowered within a few hundred feet of
+the earth, and I saw what I thought were fairies. I thought I had been
+there for days; in truth, it seemed to me I had been up there for three
+days, and that I could hear the fairies with mournful sounds drawing
+a coffin. I watched and watched, and saw seven crows on the coffin.
+It seemed as if they were going to bury someone. Whilst the coffin
+was going the seven crows flew up and bursted, and the heavens were
+illuminated more strongly than by the sun. Then I lost sight of the
+fairies, but saw some big giants in white walking about, and there was
+a big throne with a roof to it. And all at once I was in total darkness,
+but I could hear things flapping about, flying through the air. Then I
+saw the moon rising and all the stars, and all sorts of objects flying
+through the air. And one came to me, and put his hand upon my shoulder,
+saying: _'Prepare to meet us to-morrow.'_ After that everything went
+dark again. The first thing I knew I was in a ship steering, and the
+seven black crows were in front of me. I had a great trouble to steer my
+vessel. And as I went on the vessel struck a steeple, and exploded, and
+I awoke. Whereupon I jumped out of bed, looking very pale."
+
+I left him on the beach at 11.30, after he told me this, when he went
+home. When he got home he could see seven black crows on the house.
+Other people could see the crows, but could not count them. He saw them
+all perched head on. He went into the house, and said,
+
+"There is something in these crows, Jane; see them on the roof."
+
+She cried out and ran out and looked, but could not see the seven. After
+that he didn't seem to be himself, though there was nothing the matter
+with him. A week afterwards, I went out on the Sunday morning after
+breakfast, and there was a seat on the beach, and on it sat this man,
+Johnny, and another man.
+
+"Why, Johnny, you look very pale," I said.
+
+"Do I?" he said.
+
+"Yes! indeed you do," I replied.
+
+"Well, I don't know, I have had such dreams."
+
+"What will they have been, then?" I asked.
+
+"That I was in a full-rigged ship, with all sails set; I was all alone,
+but could see nothing, only seven black crows. I counted them, but my
+wife could see nothing, but she could hear something."
+
+That same day, when he went home, he said to his wife:
+
+"Ah, Jane, there is something coming over me," and he fell down dead.
+
+
+
+
+ROBERT ROBERTS AND THE FAIRIES.
+
+Robert Roberts was a carpenter who worked hard and well; but he could
+never keep his tongue still. One day, as he was crossing a brook, a
+little man came up to him and said:
+
+"Robert Roberts, go up to the holly tree that leans over the road on the
+Red-hill, and dig below it, and you shall be rewarded."
+
+The very next morning, at daybreak, Robert Roberts set out for the spot,
+and dug a great hole, before anyone was up, when he found a box of gold.
+He went to the same place twice afterwards, and dug, and found gold
+each time. But as he grew rich, he began to boast and hint that he had
+mysterious friends. One day, when the talk turned on the fairies, he
+said that he knew them right well, and that they gave him money. Robert
+Roberts thought no more of the matter until he went to the spot a week
+afterwards, one evening at dusk. When he got to the tree, and began to
+dig as usual, big stones came rolling down the bank, just missing him,
+so that he ran for his life, and never went near the place again.
+
+
+
+
+THE FAIRY OF THE DELL.
+
+In olden times fairies were sent to oppose the evil-doings of witches,
+and to destroy their power. About three hundred years ago a band of
+fairies, sixty in number, with their queen, called Queen of the Dell,
+came to Mona to oppose the evil works of a celebrated witch. The fairies
+settled by a spring, in a valley. After having blessed the spring, or
+"well", as they called it, they built a bower just above the spring for
+the queen, placing a throne therein. Near by they built a large bower
+for themselves to live in.
+
+After that, the queen drew three circles, one within the other, on a
+nice flat grassy place by the well. When they were comfortably settled,
+the queen sent the fairies about the country to gather tidings of
+the people. They went from house to house, and everywhere heard great
+complaints against an old witch; how she had made some blind, others
+lame, and deformed others by causing a horn to grow out of their
+foreheads. When they got back to the well and told the queen, she said:
+
+"I must do something for these old people, and though the witch is very
+powerful, we must break her power." So the next day the queen fairy sent
+word to all the bewitched to congregate upon a fixed day at the sacred
+well, just before noon.
+
+When the day came, several ailing people collected at the well. The
+queen then placed the patients in pairs in the inner ring, and the sixty
+fairies in pairs in the middle ring. Each little fairy was three feet
+and a half high, and carried a small wand in her right hand, and a bunch
+of fairy flowers--cuckoo's boots, baby's bells, and day's-eyes--in her
+left hand. Then the queen, who was four feet and a half in height, took
+the outside ring. On her head was a crown of wild flowers, in her right
+hand she carried a wand, and in her left a posy of fairy flowers. At a
+signal from the queen they began marching round the rings, singing in
+chorus:
+
+  "We march round by two and two
+  The circles of the sacred well
+  That lies in the dell."
+
+When they had walked twice round the ring singing, the queen took her
+seat upon the throne, and calling each patient to her, she touched him
+with her wand and bade him go down to the sacred well and dip his body
+into the water three times, promising that all his ills should be cured.
+As each one came forth from the spring he knelt before the queen, and
+she blessed him, and told him to hurry home and put on dry clothes. So
+that all were cured of their ills.
+
+
+
+II.
+
+Now the old witch who had worked all these evils lived near the well
+in a cottage. She had first learned witchcraft from a book called _The
+Black Art_, which a gentleman farmer had lent her when a girl. She
+progressed rapidly with her studies, and being eager to learn more, sold
+herself to the devil, who made compact with her that she should have
+full power for seven years, after which she was to become his. He gave
+her a wand that had the magic power of drawing people to her, and she
+had a ring on the grass by her house just like the fairy's ring. As the
+seven years were drawing to a close, and her heart was savage against
+the farmer who first led her into the paths of evil knowledge, she
+determined to be revenged. One day, soon after the Fairy of the Dell
+came to live by the spring, she drew the farmer to her with her wand,
+and, standing in her ring, she lured him into it. When he crossed the
+line, she said:
+
+  "Cursed be he or she
+  That crosses my circle to see me,"
+
+and, touching him on the head and back, a horn and a tail grew from
+the spots touched. He went off in a terrible rage, but she only laughed
+maliciously. Then, as she heard of the Queen of the Dell's good deeds,
+she repented of her evil deeds, and begged her neighbour to go to the
+queen fairy and ask her if she might come and visit her. The queen
+consented, and the old witch went down and told her everything--of the
+book, of the magic wand, of the ring, and of all the wicked deeds she
+had done.
+
+"O, you have been a bad witch," said the queen, "but I will see what I
+can do; but you must bring me the book and the wand;" and she told the
+old witch to come on the following day a little before noon. When the
+witch came the next day with her wand and book, she found the fairies
+had built a fire in the middle ring. The queen then took her and stood
+her by the fire, for she could not trust her on the outer circle.
+
+"Now I must have more power," said the queen to the fairies, and she
+went and sat on the throne, leaving the witch by the fire in the middle
+ring. After thinking a little, the queen said, "Now I have it," and
+coming down from her throne muttering, she began walking round the outer
+circle, waiting for the hour of one o'clock, when all the fairies got
+into the middle circle and marched round, singing:
+
+  "At the hour of one
+  The cock shall crow one,
+  Goo! Goo! Goo!
+  I am here to tell
+  Of the sacred well
+  That lies in the dell,
+  And will conquer hell."
+
+On the second round, they sang:
+
+  "At the hour of two
+  The cock crows two,
+  Goo! Goo! Goo!
+  I am here to tell
+  Of the sacred well
+  That lies in the dell;
+  We will conquer hell."
+
+At the last round, they sang:
+
+  "At the hour of three
+  The cock crows three,
+  Goo! Goo! Goo!
+  I am here to tell
+  Of the sacred well
+  That lies in the dell;
+  Now I have conquered hell."
+
+Then the queen cast the book and wand into the fire, and immediately
+the vale was rent by a thundering noise, and numbers of devils came from
+everywhere, and encircled the outer ring, but they could not pass the
+ring. Then the fairies began walking round and round, singing their
+song. When they had finished the song they heard a loud screech from
+the devils that frightened all the fairies except the queen. She was
+unmoved, and going to the fire, stirred the ashes with her wand, and saw
+that the book and wand were burnt, and then she walked thrice round the
+outer ring by herself, when she turned to the devils, and said:
+
+"I command you to be gone from our earthly home, get to your own abode.
+I take the power of casting you all from here. Begone! begone! begone!"
+And all the devils flew up, and there was a mighty clap as of thunder,
+and the earth trembled, and the sky became overcast, and all the devils
+burst, and the sky cleared again.
+
+After this the queen put three fairies by the old witch's side, and
+they constantly dipped their wands in the sacred spring, and touched her
+head, and she was sorely troubled and converted.
+
+"Bring the mirror," said the queen.
+
+And the fairies brought the mirror and laid it in the middle circle, and
+they all walked round three times, chanting again the song beginning
+"At the hour of one." When they had done this the queen stood still, and
+said:
+
+"Stand and watch to see what you can see."
+
+And as she looked she said:
+
+  "The mirror shines unto me
+  That the witch we can see
+  Has three devils inside of she."
+
+Immediately the witch had a fit, and the three fairies had a hard job to
+keep the three devils quiet; indeed, they could not do so, and the queen
+had to go herself with her wand, for fear the devils should burst the
+witch asunder, and she said, "Come out three evil spirits, out of thee."
+
+And they came gnashing their teeth, and would have killed all the
+fairies, but the queen said:
+
+"Begone, begone, begone! you evil spirits, to the place of your abode,"
+and suddenly the sky turned bright as fire, for the evil spirits were
+trying their spleen against the fairies, but the queen said, "Collect,
+collect, collect, into one fierce ball," and the fiery sky collected
+into one ball of fire more dazzling than the sun, so that none could
+look at it except the queen, who wore a black silk mask to protect
+her eyes. Suddenly the ball burst with a terrific noise, and the earth
+trembled.
+
+"Enter into your abode, and never come down to our abode on earth any
+more," said the queen.
+
+And the witch was herself again, and she and the queen fairy were
+immediately great friends. The witch, when she came out of the ring,
+dropped on her knee and asked the queen if she might call her the Lady
+of the Dell, and how she could serve her.
+
+"We will see about that," said the queen.
+
+"Well, how do you live?" asked the woman who had been a witch.
+
+"Well, I'll tell you," said the queen. "We go at midnight and milk the
+cows, and we keep the milk, and it never grows less so long as we leave
+some in the bottom of the vessel; we must not use it all. After milking
+the cow, we rub the cow's purse and bless it, and she gives double the
+amount of milk."
+
+"Well, how do you get corn?"
+
+"Well, we were at the mill playing one day, and the miller came in and
+saw us, and spoke kindly to us, and offered us some flour. 'We never
+take nothing for nothing,' I said, so I blessed the bin: so in a few
+minutes the bin was full to the brim with flour, and I said to the
+miller, 'Now don't you empty the bin, but always leave a peck in it, and
+for twelve months, no matter how much you use the bin, it will always
+be full in the morning.' Now I have told you this much, and I will tell
+further, 'You must love your neighbour, you must love all mankind.' Now
+here is a purse of gold, go and buy what you want, eggs, bacon, cheese,
+and get a flagon of wine and use these things freely, giving freely to
+the aged poor, and if you never finish these things, there will always
+be as much the next morning as you started with. And I shall make a
+salve for you, and you must use the water from the sacred well. That
+will be as a medicine, and people shall come from far and wide to be
+cured by you, and you shall be loved by all, and you shall be known to
+the poorest of the poor as Madame Dorothy."
+
+And the woman did as she was told, and she became renowned for her
+medical skill, especially in childbirth, for her salve eased the pains,
+and her waters brought milk. By-and-by, she got known all over the
+island, and rich people came to her from afar, and she always made the
+rich pay, and the poor were treated free.
+
+Madame Dorothy used to see the queen fairy at times, and one day she
+asked her, "Shall we meet again?"
+
+"We cannot tell," said the queen, "but I will give you a ring--let me
+place it on your finger--it is a magic ring worked by fairies. Whenever
+you seek to know of me, make a ring of your own, and walk round three
+times and rub the ring; if it turns bright I am alive, but if you see
+blood I am dead."
+
+"But how can that be? You are much younger than I am."
+
+"Oh, no! we fairies look young to the day of our death; we live to a
+great age, but die naturally of old age, for we never have any ailments,
+but still our power fades. Men fade in the flesh and power, but we fade
+only in power. I am over seventy now."
+
+"But you look to be thirty."
+
+"Well, we will shake hands and part, for I must go elsewhere; as I have
+no king, I do not stop in one place."
+
+And they shook hands and parted.
+
+
+
+
+ELLEN'S LUCK.
+
+Ellen was a good girl, and beautiful to look upon. One Sunday she was
+walking by an open gutter in a town in North Wales when she found a
+copper. After that day Ellen walked every Sunday afternoon by the same
+drain, and always found a copper. She was a careful girl, and used to
+hoard her money.
+
+One day her old mother found her pile of pennies, and wished to know
+where she got them.
+
+Ellen told her, but though she walked by the gutter for many a Sunday
+after, she never found another copper.
+
+
+
+
+THE FAIRIES' MINT.
+
+Once upon a time there was a miller, who lived in Anglesey. One day
+he noticed that some of his sacks had been moved during the night. The
+following day he felt sure that some of his grain had been disturbed,
+and, lastly, he was sure someone had been working his mill in the night
+during his absence. He confided his suspicions to a friend, and they
+determined to go the next night and watch the mill. The following night,
+at about midnight, as they approached the mill, that stood on a bare
+stony hill, they were surprised to find the mill all lit up and at work,
+the great sails turning in the black night. Creeping up softly to
+a small window, the miller looked in, and saw a crowd of little men
+carrying small bags, and emptying them into the millstones. He could not
+see, however, what was in the bags, so he crept to another window, when
+he saw golden coins coming from the mill, from the place where the flour
+usually ran out.
+
+Immediately the miller went to the mill door, and, putting his key into
+the lock, he unlocked the door; and as he did so the lights went out
+suddenly, and the mill stopped working. As he and his friend went into
+the dark mill they could hear sounds of people running about, but by
+the time they lit up the mill again there was nobody to be seen, but
+scattered all about the millstones and on the floor were cockle-shells.
+
+After that, many persons who passed the mill at midnight said they saw
+the mill lit up and working; but the old miller left the fairies alone
+to coin their money.
+
+
+
+
+THE PELLINGS.
+
+In a meadow belonging to Ystrad, bounded by the river which falls from
+Cwellyn Lake, they say the fairies used to assemble, and dance in fair
+moonlight nights. One evening a young man, who was the heir and occupier
+of this farm, hid himself in a thicket close to the spot where they used
+to gambol. Presently they appeared, and when in their merry mood, out
+he bounced from his covert, and seized one of their females; the rest
+of the company dispersed themselves, and disappeared in an instant.
+Disregarding her struggles and screams, he hauled her to his home, where
+he treated her so very kindly that she became contented to live with him
+as his maid-servant, but he could not prevail upon her to tell him her
+name. Some time after, happening again to see the fairies upon the same
+spot, he heard one of them saying, "The last time we met here our sister
+Penelope was snatched away from us by one of the mortals." Rejoiced at
+knowing the name of his incognita, he returned home; and as she was
+very beautiful and extremely active, he proposed to marry her, which she
+would not for a long time consent to; at last, however, she complied,
+but on this condition, "That if ever he should strike her with iron, she
+would leave him, and never return to him again." They lived happy for
+many years together, and he had by her a son and a daughter; and by
+her industry and prudent management as a housewife he became one of the
+richest men in the country. He farmed, besides his own freehold, all the
+lands on the north side of Nant y Bettws to the top of Snowdon, and
+all Cwm brwynog in Llanberis, an extent of about five thousand acres or
+upwards.
+
+Unfortunately, one day Penelope followed her husband into the field to
+catch a horse, and he, being in a rage at the animal as he ran away from
+him, threw at him the bridle that was in his hand, which unluckily fell
+on poor Penelope. She disappeared in an instant, and he never saw her
+afterwards, but heard her voice in the window of his room one night
+after, requesting him to take care of the children, in these words:--
+
+  "Rhag bod anwyd ar fy mab,
+  Yn rhodd rhowch arno gob ei dad:
+  Rhag bod anwyd ar liw'r cann,
+  Rhoddwch arni bais ei mam."
+
+That is,
+
+  "Oh! lest my son should suffer cold,
+  Him in his father's coat infold:
+  Lest cold should seize my darling fair,
+  For her, her mother's robe prepare."
+
+These children and their descendants they say were called Pellings [1],
+a word corrupted from their mother's name Penelope.
+
+[1] In England we frequently meet with the surname Pilling and Billing;
+it might have happened, that a man had met with an English woman of that
+name, and had married her, and, as is usual in brides, she might have
+been, though married, called by her maiden name, and the appellation
+might have been continued to her posterity.--_Authors Note_.
+
+The name Billing and Belling is the family name of one of the oldest
+Cornish (Keltic) families--a fact that suggests other possibilities.--P.
+H. E.
+
+
+
+
+THE LONG-LIVED ANCESTORS.
+
+The Eagle of Gwernabwy had been long married to his female, and had by
+her many children; she died, and he continued a long time a widower; but
+at length be proposed a marriage with the Owl of Cwm Cwmlwyd; but afraid
+of her being young, so as to have children by her, and thereby degrade
+his own family, he first of all went to inquire about her age amongst
+the aged of the world. Accordingly he applied to the Stag of Rhedynfre,
+whom he found lying close to the trunk of an old oak, and requested to
+know the Owl's age.
+
+"I have seen," said the Stag, "this oak an acorn, which is now fallen
+to the ground through age, without either bark or leaves, and never
+suffered any hurt or strain except from my rubbing myself against it
+once a day, after getting up on my legs; but I never remember to have
+seen the Owl you mention younger or older than she seems to be at
+this day. But there is one older than I am, and that is the Salmon of
+Glynllifon."
+
+The Eagle then applied to the Salmon for the age of the Owl. The Salmon
+answered, "I am as many years old as there are scales upon my skin, and
+particles of spawn within my belly; yet never saw I the Owl you mention
+but the same in appearance. But there is one older than I am, and that
+is the Blackbird of Cilgwri."
+
+The Eagle next repaired to the Blackbird of Cilgwri, whom he found
+perched upon a small stone, and enquired of him the Owl's age.
+
+"Dost thou see this stone upon which I sit," said the Blackbird, "which
+is now no bigger than what a man can carry in his hand? I have seen this
+very stone of such weight as to be a sufficient load for a hundred oxen
+to draw, which has suffered neither rubbing nor wearing, save that I rub
+my bill on it once every evening, and touch the tips of my wings on it
+every morning, when I expand them to fly; yet I have not seen the Owl
+either older or younger than she appears to be at this day. But there is
+one older than I am, and that is the Frog of Mochno Bog, and if he does
+not know her age, there is not a creature living that does know it."
+
+The Eagle went last of all to the Frog and desired to know the Owl's
+age. He answered, "I never ate anything but the dust from the spot which
+I inhabit, and that very sparingly, and dost thou see these great hills
+that surround and overawe this bog where I lie? They are formed only
+of the excrements from my body since I have inhabited this place, yet I
+never remember to have seen the Owl but an old hag, making that
+hideous noise, Too, hoo, hoo! always frightening the children in the
+neighbourhood."
+
+So the Eagle of Gwernabwy, the Stag of Rhedynfre, the Salmon of
+Glynllifon, the Blackbird of Cilgwri, the Frog of Mochno Bog, and the
+Owl of Cwm Cawlwyd are the oldest creatures in the whole world!
+
+
+
+
+THE GIANTESS'S APRON-FULL.
+
+A huge giant, in company with his wife, travelling towards the island of
+Mona, with an intention of settling amongst the first inhabitants that
+had removed there, and having been informed that there was but a narrow
+channel which divided it from the continent, took up two large stones,
+one under each arm, to carry with him as a preparatory for making a
+bridge over this channel, and his lady had her apron filled with small
+stones for the same purpose; but, meeting a man on this spot with a
+large parcel of old shoes on his shoulders, the giant asked him how far
+it was to Mona. The man replied, that it was so far, that he had worn
+out those shoes in travelling from Mona to that place. The giant on
+hearing this dropped down the stones, one on each side of him, where
+they now stand upright, about a hundred yards or more distant from each
+other; the space between them was occupied by this Goliah's body.
+His mistress at the same time opened her apron, and dropped down the
+contents of it, which formed this heap.
+
+
+
+
+GWRGAN FARFDRWCH'S FABLE.
+
+Hear me, O ye Britons! On the top of a high rock in Arvon there stood
+a goat, which a lion perceiving from the valley below, addressed her in
+this manner:--
+
+"My dearest neighbour, why preferrest thou that dry barren rock to
+feed on? Come down to this charming valley, where thou mayest feed
+luxuriously upon all sorts of dainties, amongst flowers in shady groves,
+made fruitful by meandering brooks."
+
+"I am much obliged to you, master," replied the goat; "perhaps you mean
+well, and tell me the truth, but you have very bad neighbours, whom I
+do not like to trust, and those are your teeth, so, with your leave, I
+prefer staying where I am."
+
+
+
+
+THE STORY OF THE PIG-TROUGH.
+
+In the beginning of the century, Hughes went as military substitute for
+a farmer's son. He got L80, a watch, and a suit of clothes. His mother
+was loath to let him go, and when he joined his regiment, she followed
+him from Amlych to Pwlheli to try and buy him off. He would not hear of
+it. "Mother," he said, "the whole of Anglesey would not keep me, I want
+to be off, and see the world."
+
+The regiment was quartered in Edinboro', and Hughes married the daughter
+of the burgess with whom he was billeted. Thence, leaving a small son,
+as hostage to the grandparents, they went to Ireland, and Hughes and his
+wife were billeted on a pork-butcher's family in Dublin. One day, the
+mother of the pork-butcher, an old granny, told them she had seen the
+fairies.
+
+"Last night, as I was abed, I saw a bright, bright light come in, and
+afterwards a troop of little angels. They danced all over my bed, and
+they played and sang music--oh! the sweetest music ever I heard. I lay
+and watched them and listened. By-and-bye the light went out and the
+music stopped, and I saw them no more. I regretted the music very much.
+But directly after another smaller light appeared, and a tall dark man
+came up to my bed, and with something in his hand he tapped me on the
+temple; it felt like some one drawing a sharp pin across my temple then
+he went too. In the morning my pillow was covered with blood. I thought
+and thought, and then I knew I had moved the pig's trough and must have
+put it in the fairies' path and the fairies were angered, and the king
+of the fairies had punished me for it." She moved the trough back to its
+old place the next day, and received no more visits from the wee folk.
+
+
+
+
+BILLY DUFFY AND THE DEVIL.
+
+Billy Duffy was an Irishman, a blacksmith, and a drunkard. He had the
+Keltic aversion from steady work, and stuck to his forge only long
+enough to get money for drink; when that was spent, he returned to work.
+
+Billy was coming home one day after one of these drinking-bouts, soberer
+than usual, when he exclaimed to himself, for the thirst was upon him,
+"By God! I would sell myself to the devil if I could get some more
+drink."
+
+At that moment a tall gentleman in black stepped up to him, and said,
+"What did you say?"
+
+"I said I would sell myself to the devil if I could get a drink."
+
+"Well, how much do you want for seven years, and the devil to get you
+then?"
+
+"Well, I can't tell exactly, when it comes to the push."
+
+"Will L700 do you?"
+
+"Yes; I'd take L700."
+
+"And the devil to get you then?"
+
+"Oh, yes; I don't care about that."
+
+When Billy got home he found the money in his smithy. He at once shut
+the smithy, and began squandering the money, keeping open house.
+
+Amongst the people who flocked to get what they could out of Billy came
+an old hermit, who said, "I am very hungry, and nearly starved. Will you
+give me something to eat and drink?"
+
+"Oh, yes; come in and get what you like."
+
+The hermit disappeared, after eating and drinking, and did not reappear
+for several months, when he received the same kindly welcome, again
+disappearing. A few months afterwards he again appeared.
+
+"Come in, come in!" said Billy.
+
+After he had eaten and drunk his full, the hermit said to Billy: "Well,
+three times have you been good and kind to me. I'll give you three
+wishes, and whatever you wish will be sure to come true."
+
+"I must have time to consider," said Billy.
+
+"Oh, you shall have plenty of time to consider, and mind they are good
+wishes."
+
+Next morning Billy told the hermit he was ready. "Well, go on; be sure
+they're good wishes," said the hermit.
+
+"Well, I've got a big sledge-hammer in the smithy, and I wish whoever
+gets hold of that hammer shall go on striking the anvil, and never break
+it, till I tell him to stop."
+
+"Oh, that's a bad wish, Billy."
+
+"Oh, no; you'll see it's good. Next thing I wish for is a purse so that
+no one can take out whatever I put into it."
+
+"Oh, Billy, Billy! that's a bad wish. Be careful now about the third
+wish," said the hermit.
+
+"Well, I have got an armchair upstairs, and I wish that whoever may sit
+in that armchair will never be able to get up till I let them."
+
+"Well, well, indeed; they are not very good wishes."
+
+"Oh, yes; I've got my senses about me. I think I'll make them good
+wishes, after all."
+
+The seven years, all but three days, had passed, and Billy was back
+working at his forge, for all his money was gone, when the dark
+gentleman stepped in and said:
+
+"Now, Billy, during these last three days you may have as much money as
+you like," and he disappeared.
+
+On the last day of his seven years Billy was penniless, and he went to
+the taproom of his favourite inn, which was full.
+
+"Well, boys," said Billy, "we must have some money to-night. I'll treat
+you, and give you a pound each," and rising, he placed his tumbler in
+the middle of the table, and wished for twenty pounds. No sooner had
+he wished than a ball of fire came through the ceiling, and the twenty
+sovereigns fell into the tumbler. Everyone was taken aback, and there
+was a noise as if a bomb had burst, and the fireball disappeared, and
+rolled down the garden path, the landlord following it. After this
+they each drank what they liked, and Billy gave them a sovereign apiece
+before he went home.
+
+The next morning he was in his smithy making a pair of horseshoes, when
+the devil came in and said:
+
+"Well, Billy, I'll want you this morning."
+
+"Yes; all right. Take hold of this sledge-hammer, and give me a few
+hammers till I finish this job before I go."
+
+So the devil seized the hammer and began striking the anvil, but he
+couldn't stop.
+
+So Billy laughed, and locked him in, and was away three days. During
+this time the people collected round the smithy, and peeped through the
+cracks in the shutter, for they could hear the hammer going night and
+day.
+
+At the end of three days Billy returned and opened the door, and the
+devil said, "Oh, Billy, you've played a fine trick to me; let me go."
+
+"What are you going to give me if I let you go?"
+
+"Seven years more, twice the money, and two days' grace for wishing for
+what you like."
+
+The devil paid his money and disappeared, and Billy shut the smithy and
+took to gambling and drinking, so that at the end of seven years he was
+without a penny, and working again in his smithy.
+
+On the last night of the seven years he went to his favourite
+public-house again, and wished for five pounds.
+
+After he wished, a little man entered and spat the sovereigns into the
+tumbler, and they all drank all night.
+
+Next morning Billy went back to his smithy. The devil, who had grown
+suspicious, turned himself into a sovereign and appeared on the floor.
+Billy seized the sovereign and clapped it into his purse. Then he took
+his purse and lay it upon the anvil, and began to beat it with his
+sledge-hammer, when the devil began to call out, "Spare my poor limbs,
+spare my poor limbs!"
+
+"How much now if I let you go?" asked Billy
+
+"Seven more years, three times the money, and one day in which to wish
+for what you like."
+
+Billy took the sovereign out of his purse and threw it away, when he
+found his money in the smithy.
+
+Billy carried on worse than ever; gambled and drank and raced,
+squandering it all before his seven years was gone. On the last day of
+his term he went to his favourite inn as usual and wished for a tumbler
+full of sovereigns. A little man with a big head, a big nose, and big
+mouth, a little body, and little legs, with clubbed feet and a forked
+tail, brought them in and put them in the tumbler. The drunkards in the
+room got scared when they saw the little man, for he looked all glowing
+with fire as he danced on the table. When he finished, he said, "Billy,
+to-morrow morning our compact is up."
+
+"I know it, old boy, I know it, old boy!" said Billy. Then the devil ran
+out and disappeared, and the people began to question Billy:
+
+"What is that? I think it is you, Mister Duffy, he is after."
+
+"Oh, it is nothing at all," said Billy.
+
+"I should think there was something," said the man.
+
+"I am afraid my house will get a bad name," croaked the landlord.
+
+"Not in the least! You are only a coward," said Billy.
+
+"But in the name of God, what is it all about?" asked an old man.
+
+"Oh, you'll see by-and-bye," said Billy; "it is nothing at all."
+
+Next morning Billy went to his smithy, but the devil would not come near
+it.
+
+So he went to his house, and began to quarrel with his wife, and whilst
+he was quarrelling the devil walked in and said:
+
+"Well, Mr. Duffy, I am ready for you."
+
+"Ah, yes; just sit down and wait a minute or two. I have some papers I
+want to put to rights before I go."
+
+So the devil sat down in the arm-chair, and Billy went to the smithy and
+heated a pair of tongs red-hot, and coming back, he got the devil by the
+nose, and pulled it out as though it had been soft iron. And the devil
+began yelling, but he could not move, and Billy kept drawing the nose
+out till it was long enough to reach over the window, when he put an
+old bell-topper on the end of it. And the devil yelled, and snorted fire
+from his nose.
+
+The whole of the village crowded round Billy's, house--at a safe
+distance--calling out, "Billy and the devil! The devil and Billy Duffy!"
+
+The devil got awful savage, and blackguarded Billy Duffy terribly; but
+it was useless. Billy kept him there for days, till he got civil and
+said:
+
+"Mr. Duffy, what will you let me go for?"
+
+"Only one thing: I am to live the rest of my life without you, and have
+as much gold as I like."
+
+The devil agreed, so Billy let him go; and immediately he grew rich. He
+lived to a good old age squandering money all the time, but at last he
+died and when he got to the gates of hell the clerk said "Who are you?"
+"Billy Duffy," said he. And when the devil, who was standing near,
+heard, he said:
+
+"Good God! bar the gates and double-lock them for if this Billy Duffy
+the blacksmith gets in he will ruin us all."
+
+Old Billy saw a pair of red-hot tongs, which he picked up, and seized
+the devil by the nose. When the devil pulled back his head he left a
+red-hot bit of his nose in the tongs.
+
+Then Billy Duffy went up to the gates of heaven and St. Peter asked him
+who he was.
+
+"Billy Duffy the blacksmith," he answered.
+
+"No admittance! You are a bold, bad man," said St. Peter.
+
+"Good God! what will I do?" said Billy, and he went back to the earth,
+where he and the piece of the devil's nose melted into a ball of fire,
+and he roves the earth till this day as a will-o'-the-wisp.
+
+
+
+
+THE STORY OF JOHN 0' GROATS.
+
+He was an old seaman, with weather-beaten face and black eyes, that had
+looked upon many lands and many sights.
+
+"Well, indeed, I'll tell you about Johnny Groats as it was told to me
+one night in the trades," he said, blowing a whiff of smoke from his
+wheezy pipe.
+
+"Well, in olden times there was a rich lord, who owned all the property
+looking on to the Pentlands--an awful place in bad weather; indeed, in
+any weather.
+
+"He was a lone man, for his wife was dead, and his son had turned out to
+be a rake and a spendthrift, spending all his substance upon harlots and
+entertainments.
+
+"Now this lord had a factor, by name John o' Scales, a stingy, cunning
+man, who robbed his master all he could during the week, and prayed hard
+for forgiveness on the Sabbath.
+
+"The lord, who was getting very old, was much grieved on account of his
+son's behaviour. 'He'll spend everything when I am gone, and the estates
+will go into other hands,' the old man said to himself."
+
+        *       *       *       *       *
+
+"One fine morning in summer the factor received orders to build a hut by
+the sea, and plant bushes and trees round about it. 'But don't make
+the door to fit close; leave the space of a foot at the bottom, so the
+leaves can blow in, for I want the hut to shoot sea-fowl as they flight,
+and it is cold standing on the bare ground,' said the old man.
+
+"The factor carried out his master's instructions, but not without
+suspicion of ulterior motives on his master's part. However, when he saw
+my lord shooting the birds and stuffing many of them his suspicions
+were allayed, and the factor thought that, after all, though his master
+wanted the hut for flight-shooting, still he must be getting softening
+of the brain, for it was very eccentric that he should take up this new
+hobby in his old age.
+
+"So the old lord was never disturbed in his hut by curious and ill-timed
+visits.
+
+"After a time the lord died, and was laid with his fathers, the prodigal
+inheriting the property.
+
+"The old castle was then the scene of perpetual feastings and card
+parties, so that in a few years the property was heavily mortgaged, the
+old factor advancing the money.
+
+"Things went apace, until one day the factor informed the young
+spendthrift that he had spent everything, and the estates were no longer
+his, so he gave him a few pounds, and turned him out.
+
+"When the news spread round the countryside his old friends began to
+drop off, until at last the spendthrift found every door closed against
+him.
+
+"When he had spent his last penny, the prodigal thought of the key which
+his father had given him, saying, 'When you have spent everything, take
+this key, and go to the hut.'
+
+"But he had lost the key long before.
+
+"Nevertheless, he went to the hut. It had a deserted appearance, being
+overgrown with moss and lichens.
+
+"He managed to squeeze himself under the door, and when he stood up he
+saw a rope, with a noose hanging from the centre of the roof. Pursuing
+his investigations, he found a parchment nailed to the back of the door,
+and in one corner stood an old three-legged stool. There was nothing
+else in the damp, mouldy room, so he began to read the parchment.
+
+"'Thou art come to beggary; end thy miserable existence, for it is thy
+father's wish,' he read.
+
+"He was dazed, and looked from the parchment to the rope, and from the
+rope to the parchment, saying to himself: 'Well, I have come to that, I
+must follow my father's wish.'
+
+"So he got the stool and put it under the noose, and standing upon it,
+adjusted the rope with trembling fingers round his neck, when he said,
+hoarsely: 'Father, I do thy bidding,' and he kicked the stool from under
+him.
+
+"Immediately he heard a crash, and found himself lying upon the leaves,
+with a feeling that his neck had been jerked off. However, he soon
+recovered, and, taking the noose from his neck, he looked up and saw an
+open trap-door in the ceiling. Placing the stool beneath the opening,
+he got on to it, and lifted himself through the trap-door, when he found
+himself in a loft, a parchment nailed to the wall facing him, and on
+the parchment was written, 'This has been prepared, for your end was
+foreseen, and your foolish father buried three chests of gold one foot
+below the surface of the floor of the hut. Go and take it and buy back
+your estate: marry, and beget an heir.'
+
+"'Good God! is this a ghastly joke?' said the prodigal. But the words
+looked truthful; so he tore down the parchment, dropped through the
+trap-door, shut it, and readjusted the rope. He left the hut and
+borrowed a pick and shovel, and returning to the hut, he began to dig,
+and found one chest full of gold. When he made this discovery he closed
+the chest, filled in the hole, and spread leaves over the spot. He then
+ran off to his father's best friend, and told him of his good luck. They
+then called in two other friends, and consulted together how the old
+lord's wish was best to be carried out. 'I'll tell you,' said his
+father's oldest friend. 'Mr. John o' Scales gives a great dinner party
+once a month, and three of us here are invited as usual. You must come
+in in the middle of dinner in your ordinary beggar clothes and beg
+humbly for some food, when he will give orders to have you turned out.
+Then you must begin to call him a liar and a thief, and accuse him of
+robbing your father and yourself of your inheritance. You'll see he'll
+get angry, and offer to let you have it back.'
+
+"So the prodigal dug up the chests, and carted the money away in canvas
+bags, storing it at his friend's house."
+
+        *       *       *       *       *
+
+"When the night of the dinner party came, the prodigal drove up to the
+castle in a cart filled with canvas bags. Jumping off his seat by the
+driver, he went into the feast in his beggar's clothes, and going up to
+the host, he begged humbly for some food.
+
+"'Go from this house! What business have you here?' asked the host.
+
+"Most of the gentlemen and ladies began to frown upon him, and murmur
+against him, as he walked to the lady of the house and begged her to
+give him some food, but she replied:
+
+"'Oh, thou spendthrift! thou fool of fools! if all fools were hanged, as
+they ought to be, you'd be the first.'
+
+"Then the beggar's countenance changed, a deep flush of anger overspread
+his features, and drawing himself up to his full height, he said, with
+solemn voice, addressing the host:
+
+"'Thou hast robbed my father all the days of his life, and thou hast
+robbed the orphan. May the curse of God be upon you!'
+
+"The host grew furious; then he looked ashamed, and shouted angrily:
+
+"'Bring me L40,000, and you shall have your estate back. I never robbed
+you, but you lost your inheritance by your own follies.'
+
+"'Gentlemen,' said the beggar, 'I take you all to witness that this
+thief says I can have my estate back for L40,000.'
+
+"The people murmured, and the three friends said: 'We are witnesses.'
+
+"The beggar ran out into the night, and returned with a man laden with
+sacks, and they began to count out L40,000 upon a side-table, where a
+haunch of venison still smoked.
+
+"When they had counted out the money, the beggar said:
+
+"'There is your L40,000; sign this receipt.'
+
+"The amazed factor drew back, when the three friends said:
+
+"'You must sign; you are a gentleman of your word, of course.'
+
+"Mechanically John o' Scales signed the paper.
+
+"'And now,' said the former beggar, 'leave my house at once, with your
+wife--you coward! you cur! You robbed my father, and then cheated me
+when I was a spendthrift. Begone, and may your name be accursed in the
+land!'
+
+"And the son turned all out except his three friends.
+
+"In a few months he married the daughter of one of his friends; but
+he never gambled again, only entertaining his three friends and their
+families, who came and went as they liked.
+
+"And from that day John o' Scales was called John o' Groats."
+
+
+
+
+EVA'S LUCK.
+
+As black-eyed, black-haired Eva Sauvet was walking one day in Jersey she
+saw a lozenge-marked snake, whereupon she ran away frightened.
+
+When she got home and told her mother, the old woman said:
+
+"Well, child, next time you see the snake give it your handkerchief."
+
+The next day Eva went out with beating heart, and ere long she saw
+the snake come gliding out from the bushes, so she threw down her
+handkerchief, for she was too frightened to hand it to the snake.
+
+The snake's eyes gleamed and twinkled, and taking the handkerchief into
+his fangs, he made off to an old ruin, whither Eva followed.
+
+But when they got to the ruin the snake disappeared, and Eva ran home to
+tell her mother.
+
+Next day, Pere Sauvet and some men went to the ruin, where Eva showed
+the hole where the snake had disappeared.
+
+Old Pere Sauvet lit a fire, and smoked the snake out, killing it with a
+stick as it glided over the stones.
+
+After that they dug out the hole, when they found the handkerchief.
+Digging still further along, they came upon a hollow place, at the
+bottom of which they found a lot of gold.
+
+
+
+
+THE FISHERMEN OF SHETLAND.
+
+There was a snug little cove in one of the Shetland Islands. At the
+head of the cove stood a fishing hamlet, containing some twenty huts. In
+these huts lived the fisher-folk, ruled by one man--the chief--who was
+the father of two beautiful daughters.
+
+Now these fishermen for some years had been very lucky, for a fairy
+queen and her fairies had settled there, and she had given her power
+over to a merman, who was the chief of a large family of mermaids. The
+fairy queen had made the merman a belt of sea-weed, which he always wore
+round his body. The merman used to turn the water red, green, and white,
+at noon each day, so that the fishermen knew that if they cast their
+nets into the coloured waters they would make good hauls.
+
+Amongst these fishermen were two brave brothers, who courted the chief's
+daughters, but the old man would not let them get married until they
+became rich men.
+
+Whenever the fishermen went off in the boats the merman was used to sit
+on a rock, and watch them fishing.
+
+Close by the hamlet was a great wood, in which lived a wicked old witch
+and a dwarf.
+
+Now this witch wished to get possession of the merman's belt, and so
+gain the fairy's power. Telling her scheme to the dwarf, she said to
+him:
+
+"Now you must trap the merman when he is sitting on the rocks watching
+the fishing fleet. But I must change you into a bee, when you must
+suck of the juice in this magic basin, then fly off and alight on the
+merman's head, when he will fall asleep."
+
+So the dwarf agreed, and it happened as she had said; and the merman
+fell asleep, and the dwarf stole the belt and brought it to the witch.
+
+"Now you must wear the belt," said the witch to the dwarf, "and you will
+have the power and the fairy will lose her power."
+
+They then translated the sleeping merman to the forest and laid him
+before the hut, when the witch got a copper vessel, saying:
+
+"We must bury him in this."
+
+Then she got the magic pot, and told the dwarf to take a ladleful of
+the fluid in the pot, and pour it over the merman, which he did, and
+immediately the merman turned into smoke, that settled in the copper
+vessel. Then they sealed the copper vessel tightly.
+
+"Now take this vessel, and heave it into the sea fifty miles from the
+land," said the witch, and the dwarf did as he was bid.
+
+"Now we'll starve those old fishermen out this winter," said the witch;
+and it happened as she had said--they could catch nothing.
+
+In the spring the queen fairy came to one of the young fishermen who was
+courting one of the chief's daughters, and said:
+
+"You must venture for the sake of your love, and for the lives of the
+fishermen, or you will all starve--but I will be with you. Will you run
+the risk?"
+
+"I will," said the brave fisherman.
+
+"Well, the dwarf has got my belt, he stole it from the merman, and so I
+have lost power over the world for twelve months and a day; but if you
+get back the belt I can settle the witch; if not, you will all starve
+and catch no fish."
+
+So the bold fisherman agreed to try.
+
+"Now I must transform you into a bear, and you'll have to watch the
+witch and the dwarf, and take your chance of getting the belt; and you
+must watch where he hides his treasure, for he is using the belt as a
+means to get gold, which he hides in a cave."
+
+And so the sailor was turned into a bear, and he went to the wood and
+watched the dwarf, and saw that he hid his treasure in a cave in some
+crags.
+
+The bear had been given the power of making himself invisible, by
+sitting on his haunches and rubbing his ears with his paws.
+
+One night, when it was very boisterous, the bear felt like going to see
+his sweetheart. So he went, and knocked at the door. The girl opened the
+door, and shrieked when she saw the bear.
+
+"Oh, let him in," said her old mother.
+
+So the bear came in and asked for shelter from the storm, for he could
+speak.
+
+And he went and sat by the fire, and asked his sweetheart to brush the
+snow from his coat, which she did.
+
+"I won't do you any harm," he said; "let me sleep by the fire."
+
+He came again the next night, and they gave him some gruel, and played
+with him; for he was just like a dog.
+
+So he came every night until the springtime, when, one morning, as he
+was going away, he said:
+
+"You mustn't expect me any more. Spring has come, and the snows have
+melted. I can't come again till the summer is over."
+
+So he returned to the wood and watched the dwarf, but he could never
+catch him without his belt, until one day he saw him fishing for salmon
+without the belt, and at the same time his sweetheart and her sister
+came by picking flowers.
+
+So the bear went up to the dwarf, and the dwarf, when he saw him coming,
+said:
+
+"Ah! good bear! good bear! let me go. These two girls will be a more
+dainty morsel for you."
+
+But the bear smote him with his paw and killed him, and immediately the
+bear was turned into his former self, and the girls ran up and kissed
+him, and talked.
+
+Then he took the two girls to the dwarf's cave, and gave each of them a
+bag of treasure, keeping one for himself. And taking the belt, he put it
+on, and they all walked back to the hamlet, when he told the fishermen
+that their troubles would soon be over--but that he must kill the witch
+first.
+
+Then he turned the belt three times, and said:
+
+"I wish for the queen fairy."
+
+And she came, and was delighted, and said: "Now you must come and slay
+the witch," and she handed him a bow and arrow, telling him to use it
+right and tight when he got to the hut.
+
+So he went off to the wood, and found the witch in her hut, and she
+begged for mercy.
+
+"Oh no, you have done too much mischief," he said, and he shot her.
+
+Then the queen fairy appeared, and sent him to gather dry wood to make
+a fire. When the fire was made she sent him to fetch the witch's wand,
+which she cast into the flames, saying:
+
+"Now, mark my word, all the devils of hell will be here."
+
+And when the wand began to burn all the devils came and tried to snatch
+it from the fire, but the queen raised her wand, saying:
+
+  "Through this powerful wand
+  that I hold in my hand,
+  Through this bow and arrow
+  I have caused her to be slain,
+  That she may leave our domain.
+  Now take her up high
+  into the sky,
+  And let her burst asunder
+  as a clap of thunder.
+  Then take her to hell
+  and there let her dwell,
+  To all eternity."
+
+And the wand was burnt, and the devils carried the witch off in a noise
+like thunder.
+
+The twelve months were up on that day, and the fairy said to the
+fisherman:
+
+"Take your chief and your brother, and put out to sea half-a-mile, where
+you'll see a red spot, bright as the sun on the water; cast in your net
+on the sea-side of the spot, and pull to the shore."
+
+They did as the queen commanded, and when they pulled the net on the
+shore they found the copper vessel.
+
+"Now open it," said the queen to the fisherman with the belt, "but cover
+your belt with your coat first."
+
+And he did so, and when he opened the copper a ball of smoke rose into
+the air, and suddenly the merman stood before them, and said:
+
+  "The first four months that I was in prison,
+  I swore I'd make the man as rich as a king,
+  The man who released me.
+  But there was no release, no release, no release.
+
+  The second four months that I was in prison,
+  I swore I'd make the water run red,
+  But there was no release, no release, no release.
+
+  The last four months that I was in prison,
+  I swore in my wrath I'd take my deliverer's life,
+  Whoever he might be."
+
+Whereupon the fisherman opened his coat and showed him the belt. Then
+the merman immediately cooled down, and said:
+
+"Oh, that's how I came into this trouble."
+
+Then he asked the fisherman with the belt what had happened, and he told
+him the whole story.
+
+Then the queen told the fisherman to take the girdle off and put it back
+on the merman, and he did so; and suddenly the merman took to the sea,
+and began to sing from a rock:
+
+  _"As I sit upon the rock,
+  I am like a statue block,
+  And I straighten my hair,
+  That is so long and fair.
+  And now my eyes look bright,
+  For I am in great delight,
+  Because I am free in glee,
+  To roam over the sea."_
+
+After that the hamlet was joyful again, for the fishermen began to catch
+plenty of fish; for the merman showed them where to cast their nets, by
+colouring the water as of old.
+
+And the two brothers married the chief's two beautiful daughters, and
+they lived happily ever afterwards.
+
+
+
+
+THE PASTOR'S NURSE.
+
+Mon pere etait tres jeune encore quand il est entre au saint ministere
+et qu'il fut nomme pasteur a Hambach, village de la Lorraine. L'endroit
+etait assez grand, mais de peu de ressources, et il etait heureux de
+trouver quelqu'un qui, dans son inexperience et loin de sa famille,
+fut capable de lui aider a fonder sa maison, selon les usages et les
+traditions d'un bon presbytere.
+
+C'est Madame Catherine Reeb, personne d'un age mur, dont le mari avait
+ete instituteur, mais qui d'une nature mecontente et orgueilleuse, se
+croyait au-dessus de sa sphere, et faisait sentir a sa pauvre femme, qui
+l'aimait d'un devouement admirable, toutes les tortures que l'egoisme
+peut inventer. Elle se donna a peine le necessaire pour procurer a son
+seigneur et maitre tous les soins que sa superiorite imaginaire pouvait
+exiger, et pourtant il ne fut jamais content, et un beau jour
+disparut, sans qu'on put retrouver ses traces. La pauvre Catherine fut
+inconsolable, mais ne perdit pas l'espoir qu'un jour son mari ne revint,
+charge de tous les honneurs, qu'elle aussi, bonne ame credule, lui
+croyait dus.
+
+C'est dans ces conditions qu'elle vint tenir le menage de mon pere, elle
+le fit avec beaucoup de tact et de douceur, mais tout en elle respirait
+la tristesse, l'abandon. Quand, apres quelques annees, mon pere se
+maria, Catherine continua son activite dans la maison, mais avec son bon
+sens naturel, en refera la responsabilite a sa jeune maitresse, qu'elle
+aimait beaucoup.
+
+Ma mere chercha par bien des moyens a la distraire de son chagrin. Elle
+devint plus gaie, quand elle nous raconta des histoires et fit des jeux
+avec nous. Nos parents se faisaient un plaisir de l'observer parfois
+quand elle ne s'endouta pas, se disant: "Voila ce qu'il fallait a notre
+vieille Catherine, ce sont les enfants qui lui ont porte l'oubli."
+
+Mais cela ne devait pas durer bien longtemps. Elle redevint peu a peu
+silencieuse, et ses profonds soupirs ne prouverent que trop que l'oubli
+du triste passe n'etait qu'a la surface; ses manieres taciturnes et les
+manifestations d'une secrete inquietude commencaient meme a troubler
+mes parents, et mon pere essaya par beaucoup de bonte a la persuader
+d'accepter les epreuves de sa vie comme venant de Dieu. Elle pleura
+beaucoup et s'efforca de se gagner un peu de calme, mais sans fruit.
+
+Un beau jour elle vint trouver mon pere et lui dit: "Mon cher maitre,
+aidez-moi a executer mon projet, et surtout n'essayez pas de m'en
+dissuader. Je suis decidee a aller a la recherche de mon mari; je sais
+qu'il a besoin de moi, il m'appelle, et je vais partir. Procurez-moi les
+papiers et certificats necessaires a cette entreprise, afin que je ne
+sois pas inquietee par le police. J'irai ou mes pieds me conduiront,
+je ne sais ou je le retrouverai, mais je sais que je le reverrai. Je
+marcherai de jour, et de nuit je me logerai dans une auberge ou une
+ferme, et je vous donnerai de mes nouvelles."
+
+Mon pere voyait qu'il ne pouvait ebranler sa resolution, fit ce qu'elle
+lui demanda, pourvoyant tant que possible aux besoins de la route, et
+c'est le coeur gros de sinistres presages que mes parents virent partir
+leur bonne et fidele servante. Quand je lui dis: "Tu ne nous aimes
+donc plus, puisque tu pars?" elle m'embrassa en pleurant, et dit, "Je
+reviendrai!" Il y avait alors vingt ans depuis la disparition de son
+mari, pendant lesquel elle avait soigneusement entretenu son menage dans
+une petite maison qui lui, appartenait.
+
+Elle partit donc, ainsi qu'elle l'avait dit; marchant de jour et se
+reposant de nuit, se dirigeant vers la Prusse.
+
+Elle fut absente sans que nous eussions de ses nouvelles pendant au-dela
+d'un mois quand un jour le facteur apporte une lettre a mon pere de la
+part d'un collegue inconnu d'un village de la Prusse, qui lui dit: "Une
+femme de respectable apparence, munie de certificats identifiant ses
+dires, est venue me prier de proceder a l'humation de son mari qu'elle
+a trouve mort dans un bois du village voisin. L'autorite municipale a
+compare les papiers trouves dans les poches de l'inconnu et a constate
+qu'ils sont en rapport avec ceux que la femme Reeb porte sur elle, et
+sur ce fait, et voyant que l'homme etait mort sans violence, a laisse
+ses restes a elle qui se dit sa veuve et qui lui a rendu les derniers
+honneurs au cimetiere de notre village."
+
+Inutile de decrire la surprise de mes parents a la reception de cette
+lettre, qui fut bientot suivie par le retour de Catherine. Elle completa
+le recit du pasteur en disant qu'un matin en sortant de ce village, elle
+alla trouver un petit bois, quand elle vit au bord du chemin un homme
+etendu mort, mais qui venait seulement de cesser de vivre. Elle le
+regarda, l'examina et reconnut son mari; il lui parut evident qu'il
+faisait son retour vers la patrie et elle, mais que la mort l'avait
+surpris en route. Catherine fut bien plus calme apres ces evenements,
+mais ses forces declinerent et dans la meme annee on creusa pour elle
+une tombe au cimetiere de Hambach. Elle n'avait plus de famille que
+celle qu'elle avait si fidelement servie, et les larmes de deux jeunes
+enfants prouverent que quoique abandonnee elle avait ete aimee.
+
+
+
+
+NOTES.
+
+(1) THE FAIRIES OF CARAGONAN.
+
+Source: This story came from a Welsh pedlar--a woman. Its genuineness
+may be relied upon. I find it a common belief that fairies have power
+over witches, and the witch-hare is commonly believed in; also a
+witch-fox. I have heard of no evil fairies in Wales; all the mischief
+seems to be the work of witches. I have heard several variants of the
+witch-hare.
+
+
+
+(2) THE CRAIG-Y-DON BLACKSMITH.
+
+This story I have heard from four different persons.
+
+
+
+(3) OLD GWILYM.
+
+Source: This story came from an old Welshman who says he knew Gwilym,
+and heard the story from his lips. The narrator may be relied upon.
+
+
+
+(4) THE BABY-FARMER.
+
+Same source.
+
+
+
+(5) THE OLD MAN AND THE FAIRIES.
+
+Same source as 2. In Wales, so far as I have heard, the disappointed
+always find _cockle-shells_.
+
+
+
+(6) TOMMY PRITCHARD.
+
+Same source as 2.
+
+
+
+(7) KADDY'S LUCK.
+
+Same source as 2.
+
+
+
+(8) STORY OF GELERT.
+
+As told by an old fisherman. The variant of this well-known story may
+prove useful. Borrow's "tent" theory is, I think, an invention of his
+own. I was fortunate enough to get possession of an old book (without
+title-page, title, or author's name), in which the following remarks on
+this story occur:--
+
+"Some say this should be written Bedd Gelert, or Gilert, signifying
+Gelert's, or Gilert's Grave. To this name is annexed a traditional
+story, which it is hardly worth while to mention. However, the substance
+of the tradition is, that Prince Llewelyn ap Iorwerth, in a fit of
+passion, killed a favourite greyhound in this place, named Gelert, or
+Gilert, and that, repenting of the deed, he caused a tomb to be erected
+over his grave, where afterwards the parish church was built. See the
+story at large in Mr. Edw. Jones's _Welsh Music_. But we may reasonably
+conclude that this is all a fable, both when we consider the impiety of
+building a church for divine worship over the grave of a dog, an impiety
+not consistent with the genius of that age; and when we consider, also,
+that the establishment of parochial cures, and the building of our
+country churches in Wales, began soon after the dispersion of the
+British clergy, which happened at the time of the massacre at Bangor
+Iscoed, A.D. 603, at the instigation of Augustine the Monk, employed
+for that purpose by the See of Rome. Llewelyn ap Iorwerth governed Wales
+from A.D. 1194 to 1240, when he died; so that parish churches were built
+between five and six hundred years before the time of this prince.
+
+"This Gelert, or Gilert, must, in all probability, have been some old
+monk or saint of that name, who was interred here, and was either the
+first founder of this church, or one to whose memory it was dedicated,
+if built after his time. Bethgelert, before the Reformation, was a
+priory. Lewis Dwnn, a bard of the fifteenth century, in a poem (the
+purport of which is to solicit David, the Prior of Bethgelert, to bestow
+on John Wynne, of Gwydwr, Esq., a fine bay horse which he possessed)
+extols the Prior for his liberality and learning. Hence we are led to
+suppose that this monk was very opulent, and a popular character in his
+time."
+
+The stories of a hunter killing his favourite greyhound (always a
+greyhound) are common to many districts. The book quoted is said to be
+written by a Mr. Williams, in 1800.
+
+
+
+(9) ORIGIN OF THE WELSH.
+
+Source: An old seaman, who avers he heard it on a ship, on the way home
+from Calcutta. I look with suspicion on the story. However, the Welsh
+always believed they were descended from the Trojans, and the author of
+the book cited says on this point:--
+
+"Elen was a very common name among the ancient British ladies, and it
+seems to have been often bestowed out of compliment upon genteel and
+beautiful women; as we sometimes hear at this day _Ei Elen O--his
+Elen_ when a man has a young and beautiful wife; and there is hardly
+a love-song but the woman is called or compared in it to the Trojan
+Helena, or Elen, as the Welsh write and pronounce the word. The Welsh
+have had amongst them, time out of mind, a tradition that the first
+colony of Bretons came to these islands from Troy after the destruction
+of that city."
+
+
+
+(10) THE STORY OF THE CROWS.
+
+Source: Told me by an old man, who knew the defunct.
+
+
+
+(11) ROBERTS AND THE FAIRIES.
+
+Source: Told me by another old man, and I believe it to be genuine.
+
+There is another story of the same kind, of a man who was searching for
+treasure in Beaumaris Castle, and after he had told of his luck a stone
+fell on him, so that he had to go away.
+
+
+
+(12) THE QUEEN OF THE DELL.
+
+Came from the same old pedlar as No. 1. A genuine story. The narrator
+says you seldom hear a fairy story in Anglesea unless there is a witch
+in it.
+
+
+
+(13) ELLEN'S LUCK.
+
+Source: Told me by the same old man as No. 11. I believe it to be
+genuine, and the narrator trustworthy.
+
+
+
+(14) THE PELLINGS.
+
+Source: Taken _verbatim_ from the old book referred to. In the context
+the author says these people inhabited the districts about the foot of
+Snowdon, and were known by the nickname of Pellings, which is not yet
+extinct; and he says they tell the tale as given. After telling
+the story, which he entitles a fairy story, he makes the following
+suggestive comments:--
+
+"Before the Reformation, when the Christian world was enveloped in
+Popish darkness and superstition, when the existence of fairies and
+other spectres was not questioned, and when such a swarm of idle
+people, under the names of minstrels, poets, begging friars, etc., were
+permitted to ramble about, it may be supposed that these vagrants had
+amongst themselves some kind of rule or government, if I may so term
+it, as we are assured those that now-a-days go under the name of gypsies
+have. Such people might, at appointed times on fine moonlight nights,
+assemble in some sequestered spot, to regulate their dark affairs and
+divide the spoil; and then perform their nightly _orgies_, so as to
+terrify people from coming near them, lest their tricks and cheats
+should be discovered. It is possible the men of Ystrad might have less
+superstition, and somewhat more courage, than their neighbours, and
+supposing such a one to come suddenly on these nightly revellers, he
+would of course cause great consternation amongst them; and, on finding
+a comely female in the group, it is not unnatural to imagine that he
+might, as the heroes of old have done before him, seize on a beauteous
+Helen, carry her home, and in process of time marry her--for many
+valorous knights have done the latter; but she, on account of some
+domestic jars, might afterwards have eloped from him, and returned to
+her former companions and occupation."
+
+The author makes the following remarks in a foot-note:--
+
+"The English writers of romances feign the fairies to be of a smaller
+size than even the fabled pigmies; the Welsh people ever supposed them
+to be of the same stature with mankind. Shakespeare describes his fairy
+as less than a mite, riding through people's brains to make the chase.
+This has not been my experience. I have had them described to me of all
+sizes, varying from a woman to little people two feet high. They have
+been described, when large, as dressed like ordinary ladies, when small,
+with short dresses; no hats, and hair in a plaited pigtail down the
+back."
+
+Finally, the writer says:
+
+"What other interpretation can be given to this tale I know not. This,
+and such other tales, the material of which one might collect a volume,
+must, it may reasonably be supposed, have something of reality for their
+origin and foundation, before they were dressed out in the familiar garb
+given them by their authors."
+
+So our author is a "realist" as regards the origin of fairies.
+
+
+
+(15) THE LONG-LIVED ANCESTORS.
+
+Source: Taken _verbatim_ from the book quoted. This fable refers to the
+place, _Cwm Caw Lwyd_, regarding which the writer says:
+
+"With regard to the _Cwm Caw Lwyd_, there is a still extant fable
+entitled _Creaduriaid Hir Hoedlog_ (i.e., the long-lived ancestors),
+which seems to be a composition of no modern date. At present the moral
+of it cannot be elucidated; but it seems that, in one respect, it was
+intended to represent the solitariness of this place, inhabited only
+by the weeping owl from remote antiquity; and certainly it is the most
+solitary and romantic retreat that the mind of man could imagine." The
+writer says his is a "literal translation of the story, according to the
+Welsh phraseology".
+
+
+
+(16) THE GIANTESS'S APRON-FULL.
+
+Source: _Verbatim_ from the same book. Referring to the heaps of stone
+found on the hill-tops, he gives the fable of the heap found
+upon _Bwlchy Ddeufaen_, which he says is called _Ban Clodidd y
+Gawres_--literally, the giantess's apron-full.
+
+"The writer regards such tales as originally intended as hyperboles, to
+magnify the prowess and magnanimity of renowned persons."
+
+
+
+(17) A FABLE.
+
+Source: Taken _verbatim_ from the same book. The writer quotes it
+apropos of the Roman custom of bribing the Britons on the mountain tops.
+We are told the fable was delivered by one of the Britons, named _Gwrgan
+Farfdrwch_, who spoke to this effect, and then follows the fable.
+
+
+
+(18) THE STORY OF THE PIG-TROUGH.
+
+Source: Told by Hugh's daughter. Genuine.
+
+
+
+(19) BILLY DUFFY AND THE DEVIL.
+
+Source: Told me by the old man who told me of the origin of the Welsh.
+Vague.
+
+
+
+(20) JOHN O' GROATS.
+
+Same source. Vague.
+
+
+
+(21) EVA'S LUCK.
+
+Source: A Jersey fisherman. Reliable. He also informed me that large
+stones, supported on others, were called "Fairy Stones" in Jersey.
+
+
+
+(22) THE FISHERMEN OF SHETLAND.
+
+Source: Told me by a yachting hand, who heard it from a Shetlander named
+Abernethy who was serving in the same yacht with him. Not many years
+ago, some volunteers at Beaumaris swore they saw a mermaid there,
+and fired several shots at it. I think this story to be genuine and
+beautiful.
+
+
+
+(23) THE PASTOR'S NURSE.
+
+Source: Reliable. Written for me by the Pastor's mother in French. Given
+_verbatim_.
+
+
+
+FINAL.
+
+The book I have quoted is in my possession, and was written, I am told,
+by a Mr. Williams, a Welshman, of Llandegai in Anglesea. That he was
+shrewd, reasonable, and knew the people of North Wales thoroughly, is
+evident from the context. The book has no date, but appears to have been
+written in 1800.
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
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+Title: Welsh Fairy-Tales And Other Stories
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+    <div style="height: 8em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h1>
+      WELSH FAIRY-TALES AND OTHER STORIES
+    </h1>
+    <h2>
+      By Anonymous
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      <br />
+    </p>
+    <h3>
+      Collected And Edited By P. H. Emerson
+    </h3>
+    <p>
+      <br /> <br />
+    </p>
+    <h4>
+      To <br /> <br /> Leonard, Sybil, Gladys, And Zoe.
+    </h4>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0001" id="link2H_4_0001"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      AUTHOR&rsquo;S NOTE.
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      These tales were collected by me whilst living in Anglesea during the
+      winter 1891-2.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      With the exception of the French story, they were told me and I took them
+      down at the time.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Particulars respecting the narratives will be found in the Notes.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      In most cases I have done but little &ldquo;editing&rdquo;, preferring to give the
+      stories as told.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The old book referred to in the Notes I bought from a country bookseller,
+      who knew neither its author, title, or date, but I have since been
+      informed the book is Williams&rsquo; <i>Observations on the Snowdon Mountains</i>,
+      published in 1802, a book well known to students of Celtic literature.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      P. H. E.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      CLARINGBOLD, BROADSTAIRS. <i>April 1894</i>.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <b>CONTENTS</b>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0001"> AUTHOR&rsquo;S NOTE. </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0002"> THE FAIRIES OF CARAGONAN. </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0003"> THE CRAIG-Y-DON BLACKSMITH. </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0004"> OLD GWILYM. </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0005"> THE BABY-FARMER. </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0006"> THE OLD MAN AND THE FAIRIES. </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0007"> TOMMY PRITCHARD. </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0008"> KADDY&rsquo;S LUCK. </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0009"> THE STORY OF GELERT. </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0010"> ORIGIN OF THE WELSH. </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0011"> CROWS. </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0012"> ROBERT ROBERTS AND THE FAIRIES. </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0013"> THE FAIRY OF THE DELL. </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0014"> ELLEN&rsquo;S LUCK. </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0015"> THE FAIRIES&rsquo; MINT. </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0016"> THE PELLINGS. </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0017"> THE LONG-LIVED ANCESTORS. </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0018"> THE GIANTESS&rsquo;S APRON-FULL. </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0019"> GWRGAN FARFDRWCH&rsquo;S FABLE. </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0020"> THE STORY OF THE PIG-TROUGH. </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0021"> BILLY DUFFY AND THE DEVIL. </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0022"> THE STORY OF JOHN 0&rsquo; GROATS. </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0023"> EVA&rsquo;S LUCK. </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0024"> THE FISHERMEN OF SHETLAND. </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_4_0025"> THE PASTOR&rsquo;S NURSE. </a>
+    </p>
+    <p class="toc">
+      <a href="#link2H_NOTE"> NOTES. </a>
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0002" id="link2H_4_0002"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      THE FAIRIES OF CARAGONAN.
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      Once upon a time a lot of fairies lived in Mona.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      One day the queen fairy&rsquo;s daughter, who was now fifteen years of age, told
+      her mother she wished to go out and see the world.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The queen consented, allowing her to go for a day, and to change from a
+      fairy to a bird, or from a bird to a fairy, as she wished.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      When she returned one night she said:
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;I&rsquo;ve been to a gentleman&rsquo;s house, and as I stood listening, I heard the
+      gentleman was witched: he was very ill, and crying out with pain.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Oh, I must look into that,&rdquo; said the queen.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      So the next day she went through her process and found that he was
+      bewitched by an old witch. So the following day she set out with six other
+      fairies, and when they came to the gentleman&rsquo;s house she found he was very
+      ill.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Going into the room, bearing a small blue pot they had brought with them,
+      the queen asked him:
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Would you like to be cured?&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Oh, bless you; yes, indeed.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      Whereupon the queen put the little blue pot of perfume on the centre of
+      the table, and lit it, when the room was instantly filled with the most
+      delicious odour.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Whilst the perfume was burning, the six fairies formed in line behind her,
+      and she leading, they walked round the table three times, chanting in
+      chorus:
+    </p>
+<pre xml:space="preserve">
+  &ldquo;Round and round three times three,
+  We have come to cure thee.&rdquo;
+ </pre>
+    <p>
+      At the end of the third round she touched the burning perfume with her
+      wand, and then touched the gentleman on the head, saying:
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Be thou made whole.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      No sooner had she said the words than he jumped up hale and hearty, and
+      said:
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Oh, dear queen, what shall I do for you? I&rsquo;ll do anything you wish.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Money I do not wish for,&rdquo; said the queen, &ldquo;but there&rsquo;s a little plot of
+      ground on the sea-cliff I want you to lend me, for I wish to make a ring
+      there, and the grass will die when I make the ring. Then I want you to
+      build three walls round the ring, but leave the sea-side open, so that we
+      may be able to come and go easily.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;With the greatest of pleasure,&rdquo; said the gentleman; and he built the
+      three stone walls at once, at the spot indicated.
+    </p>
+    <h3>
+      II.
+    </h3>
+    <p>
+      Near the gentleman lived the old witch, and she had the power of turning
+      at will into a hare. The gentleman was a great hare hunter, but the hounds
+      could never catch this hare; it always disappeared in a mill, running
+      between the wings and jumping in at an open window, though they stationed
+      two men and a dog at the spot, when it immediately turned into the old
+      witch. And the old miller never suspected, for the old woman used to take
+      him a peck of corn to grind a few days before any hunt, telling him she
+      would call for it on the afternoon of the day of the hunt. So that when
+      she arrived she was expected.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      One day she had been taunting the gentleman as he returned from a hunt,
+      that he could never catch the hare, and he struck her with his whip,
+      saying &ldquo;Get away, you witchcraft!&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      Whereupon she witched him, and he fell ill, and was cured as we have seen.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      When he got well he watched the old witch, and saw she often visited the
+      house of an old miser who lived near by with his beautiful niece. Now all
+      the people in the village touched their hats most respectfully to this old
+      miser, for they knew he had dealings with the witch, and they were as much
+      afraid of him as of her; but everyone loved the miser&rsquo;s kind and beautiful
+      niece.
+    </p>
+    <h3>
+      III.
+    </h3>
+    <p>
+      When the fairies got home the queen told her daughter:
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;I have no power over the old witch for twelve months from to-day, and
+      then I have no power over her life. She must lose that by the arm of a
+      man.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      So the next day the daughter was sent out again to see whether she could
+      find a person suited to that purpose.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      In the village lived a small crofter, who was afraid of nothing; he was
+      the boldest man thereabouts; and one day he passed the miser without
+      saluting him. The old fellow went off at once and told the witch.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Oh, I&rsquo;ll settle his cows to-night!&rdquo; said she, and they were taken sick,
+      and gave no milk that night.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The fairy&rsquo;s daughter arrived at his croft-yard after the cows were taken
+      ill, and she heard him say to his son, a bright lad:
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;It must be the old witch!&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      When she heard this, she sent him to the queen.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      So next day the fairy queen took six fairies and went to the croft, taking
+      her blue pot of perfume. When she got there she asked the crofter if he
+      would like his cows cured?
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;God bless you, yes!&rdquo; he said.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The queen made him bring a round table into the yard, whereon she placed
+      the blue pot of perfume, and having lit it, as before, they formed in line
+      and walked round thrice, chanting the words:
+    </p>
+<pre xml:space="preserve">
+  &ldquo;Round and round three times three,
+  We have come to cure thee.&rdquo;
+ </pre>
+    <p>
+      Then she dipped the end of her wand into the perfume, and touched the cows
+      on the forehead, saying to each one:
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Be thou whole.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      Whereupon they jumped up cured.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The little farmer was overjoyed, and cried:
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Oh, what can I do for you? What can I do for you?&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Money I care not for,&rdquo; said the queen, &ldquo;all I want is your son to avenge
+      you and me.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      The lad jumped up and said:
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;What I can do I&rsquo;ll do it for you, my lady fairy.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      She told him to be at the walled plot the following day at noon, and left.
+    </p>
+    <h3>
+      IV.
+    </h3>
+    <p>
+      The next day at noon, the queen and her daughter and three hundred other
+      fairies came up the cliff to the green grass plot, and they carried a
+      pole, and a tape, and a mirror. When they reached the plot they planted
+      the pole in the ground, and hung the mirror on the pole. The queen took
+      the tape, which measured ten yards and was fastened to the top of the
+      pole, and walked round in a circle, and wherever she set her feet the
+      grass withered and died. Then the fairies followed up behind the queen,
+      and each fairy carried a harebell in her left-hand, and a little blue cup
+      of burning perfume in her right. When they had formed up the queen called
+      the lad to her side, and told him to walk by her throughout. They then
+      started off, all singing in chorus:
+    </p>
+<pre xml:space="preserve">
+  &ldquo;Round and round three times three,
+  Tell me what you see.&rdquo;
+ </pre>
+    <p>
+      When they finished the first round, the queen and lad stopped before the
+      mirror, and she asked the lad what he saw?
+    </p>
+<pre xml:space="preserve">
+  &ldquo;I see, I see, the mirror tells me,
+  It is the witch that I see,&rdquo;
+ </pre>
+    <p>
+      said the lad. So they marched round again, singing the same words as
+      before, and when they stopped a second time before the mirror the queen
+      again asked him what he saw?
+    </p>
+<pre xml:space="preserve">
+  &ldquo;I see, I see, the mirror tells me,
+  It is a hare that I see,&rdquo;
+ </pre>
+    <p>
+      said the lad.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      A third time the ceremony and question were repeated.
+    </p>
+<pre xml:space="preserve">
+  &ldquo;I see, I see, the mirror tells me,
+  The hares run up the hill to the mill.&rdquo;
+ </pre>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Now,&rdquo; said the queen, &ldquo;there is to be a hare-hunting this day week; be at
+      the mill at noon, and I will meet you there.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      And then the fairies, pole, mirror, and all, vanished and only the empty
+      ring on the green was left.
+    </p>
+    <h3>
+      V.
+    </h3>
+    <p>
+      Upon the appointed day the lad went to his tryst, and at noon the Fairy
+      Queen appeared, and gave him a sling, and a smooth pebble from the beach,
+      saying:
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;I have blessed your arms, and I have blessed the sling and the stone.
+    </p>
+<pre xml:space="preserve">
+  &ldquo;Now as the clock strikes three,
+  Go up the hill near the mill,
+  And in the ring stand still
+  Till you hear the click of the mill.
+  Then with thy arm, with power and might,
+  You shall strike and smite
+  The devil of a witch called Jezabel light,
+  And you shall see an awful sight.&rdquo;
+ </pre>
+    <p>
+      The lad did as he was bidden, and presently he heard the huntsman&rsquo;s horn
+      and the hue and cry, and saw the hare running down the opposite hill-side,
+      where the hounds seemed to gain on her, but as she breasted the hill on
+      which he stood she gained on them. As she came towards the mill he threw
+      his stone, and it lodged in her skull, and when he ran up he found he had
+      killed the old witch. As the huntsmen came up they crowded round him, and
+      praised him; and then they fastened the witch&rsquo;s body to a horse by ropes,
+      and dragged her to the bottom of the valley, where they buried her in a
+      ditch. That night, when the miser heard of her death, he dropped down dead
+      on the spot.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      As the lad was going home the queen appeared to him, and told him to be at
+      the ring the following day at noon.
+    </p>
+    <h3>
+      VI.
+    </h3>
+    <p>
+      Next day all the fairies came with the pole and mirror, each carrying a
+      harebell in her left-hand, and a blue cup of burning perfume in her right,
+      and they formed up as before, the lad walking beside the queen. They
+      marched round and repeated the old words, when the queen stopped before
+      the mirror, and said:
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;What do you see?&rdquo;
+     </p>
+<pre xml:space="preserve">
+  &ldquo;I see, I see, the mirror tells me,
+  It is an old plate-cupboard that I see.&rdquo;
+ </pre>
+    <p>
+      A second time they went round, and the question, was repeated.
+    </p>
+<pre xml:space="preserve">
+  &ldquo;I see, I see, the mirror tells me,
+  The back is turned to me.&rdquo;
+ </pre>
+    <p>
+      A third time was the ceremony fulfilled, and the lad answered
+    </p>
+<pre xml:space="preserve">
+  &ldquo;I see, I see, the mirror tells me,
+  A spring-door is open to me.&rdquo;
+ </pre>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Buy that plate-cupboard at the miser&rsquo;s sale,&rdquo; said the queen, and she and
+      her companions disappeared as before.
+    </p>
+    <h3>
+      VII.
+    </h3>
+    <p>
+      Upon the day of the sale all the things were brought out in the road, and
+      the plate-cupboard was put up, the lad recognising it and bidding up for
+      it till it was sold to him. When he had paid for it he took it home in a
+      cart, and when he got in and examined it, he found the secret drawer
+      behind was full of gold. The following week the house and land, thirty
+      acres, was put up for sale, and the lad bought both, and married the
+      miser&rsquo;s niece, and they lived happily till they died.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0003" id="link2H_4_0003"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      THE CRAIG-Y-DON BLACKSMITH.
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      Once upon a time an old blacksmith lived in an old forge at Craig-y-don,
+      and he used to drink a great deal too much beer.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      One night he was coming home from an alehouse very tipsy, and as he got
+      near a small stream a lot of little men suddenly sprang up from the rocks,
+      and one of them, who seemed to be older than the rest, came up to him, and
+      said,
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;If you don&rsquo;t alter your ways of living you&rsquo;ll die soon; but if you behave
+      better and become a better man you&rsquo;ll find it will be to your benefit,&rdquo;
+       and they all disappeared as quickly as they had come.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The old blacksmith thought a good deal about what the fairies had told
+      him, and he left off drinking, and became a sober, steady man.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      One day, a few months after meeting the little people, a strange man
+      brought a horse to be shod. Nobody knew either the horse or the man.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The old blacksmith tied the horse to a hole in the lip of a cauldron (used
+      for the purpose of cooling his hot iron) that he had built in some
+      masonry.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      When he had tied the horse up he went to shoe the off hind-leg, but
+      directly he touched the horse the spirited animal started back with a
+      bound, and dragged the cauldron from the masonry, and then it broke the
+      halter and ran away out of the forge, and was never seen again: neither
+      the horse nor its master.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      When the old blacksmith came to pull down the masonry to rebuild it, he
+      found three brass kettles full of money.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0004" id="link2H_4_0004"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      OLD GWILYM.
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      Old Gwilym Evans started off one fine morning to walk across the Eagle
+      Hills to a distant town, bent upon buying some cheese. On his way, in a
+      lonely part of the hills, he found a golden guinea, which he quickly put
+      into his pocket.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      When he got to the town, instead of buying his provisions, he went into an
+      alehouse, and sat drinking and singing with some sweet-voiced quarrymen
+      until dark, when he thought it was time to go home. Whilst he was
+      drinking, an old woman with a basket came in, and sat beside him, but she
+      left before him. After the parting glass he got up and reeled through the
+      town, quite forgetting to buy his cheese; and as he got amongst the hills
+      they seemed to dance up and down before him, and he seemed to be walking
+      on air. When he got near the lonely spot where he had found the money he
+      heard some sweet music, and a number of fairies crossed his path and began
+      dancing all round him, and then as he looked up he saw some
+      brightly-lighted houses before him on the hill; and he scratched his head,
+      for he never remembered having seen houses thereabouts before. And as he
+      was thinking, and watching the fairies, one came and begged him to come
+      into the house and sit down.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      So he followed her in, and found the house was all gold inside it, and
+      brightly lighted, and the fairies were dancing and singing, and they
+      brought him anything he wanted for supper, and then they put him to bed.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Gwilym slept heavily, and when he awoke turned round, for he felt very
+      cold, and his body seemed covered with prickles; so he sat up and rubbed
+      his eyes, and found that he was quite naked and lying in a bunch of gorse.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      When he found himself in this plight he hurried home, and told his wife,
+      and she was very angry with him for spending all the money and bringing no
+      cheese home, and then he told her his adventures.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Oh, you bad man!&rdquo; she said, &ldquo;the fairies gave you money and you spent it
+      wrongly, so they were sure to take their revenge.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0005" id="link2H_4_0005"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      THE BABY-FARMER.
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      Old Kaddy was a baby-farmer, and one day she went to the woods to gather
+      sticks for her fire, and whilst she was gathering the sticks she found a
+      piece of gold, and took it home; but she never told anyone she had found
+      the money, for she always pretended to be very poor.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      But though she was so poor, she used to dress two of her children in fine
+      clothes; but the others, whom she did not like, she kept in the filthiest
+      rags.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      One day a man knocked at her door, and asked to see the children.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      He sat down in her little room, and she went and brought the ragged little
+      boy and girl, saying she was very poor, and couldn&rsquo;t afford to dress them
+      better; for she had been careful to hide the well-dressed little boy and
+      girl in a cockloft.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      After the stranger had gone she went to the cockloft to look for her
+      well-dressed favourites, but they had disappeared, and they were never
+      seen afterwards, for they were turned into fairies.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0006" id="link2H_4_0006"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      THE OLD MAN AND THE FAIRIES.
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      Many years ago the Welsh mountains were full of fairies. People used to go
+      by moonlight to see them dancing, for they knew where they would dance by
+      seeing green rings in the grass.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      There was an old man living in those days who used to frequent the fairs
+      that were held across the mountains. One day he was crossing the mountains
+      to a fair, and when he got to a lonely valley he sat down, for he was
+      tired, and he dropped off to sleep, and his bag fell down by his side.
+      When he was sound asleep the fairies came and carried him off, bag and
+      all, and took him under the earth, and when he awoke he found himself in a
+      great palace of gold, full of fairies dancing and singing. And they took
+      him and showed him everything, the splendid gold room and gardens, and
+      they kept dancing round him until he fell asleep.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      When he was asleep they carried him back to the same spot where they had
+      found him, and when he awoke he thought he had been dreaming, so he looked
+      for his bag, and got hold of it, but he could hardly lift it. When he
+      opened it he found it was nearly filled with gold.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      He managed to pick it up, and turning round, he went home.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      When he got home, his wife Kaddy said: &ldquo;What&rsquo;s to do, why haven&rsquo;t you been
+      to the fair?&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;I&rsquo;ve got something here,&rdquo; he said, and showed his wife the gold.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Why, where did you get that?&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      But he wouldn&rsquo;t tell her. Since she was curious, like all women, she kept
+      worrying him all night&mdash;for he&rsquo;d put the money in a box under the bed&mdash;so
+      he told her about the fairies.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Next morning, when he awoke, he thought he&rsquo;d go to the fair and buy a lot
+      of things, and he went to the box to get some of the gold, but found it
+      full of cockle-shells.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0007" id="link2H_4_0007"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      TOMMY PRITCHARD.
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      Tommy Pritchard was going to school one day, and on his way he thought he
+      heard somebody singing on the other side of a stone wall by the road, so
+      he climbed up and looked over, and there underneath a stone he saw a
+      sixpence, so he took it.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Every morning after that, when he went to school, he used to look in the
+      same place, and he always found a sixpence.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      His father noticed he was always spending money in the sweet-shop, so he
+      began to think Tommy was stealing from somebody, and one day he asked him
+      where he got the money. Tommy wouldn&rsquo;t tell at first, but his father
+      threatened to beat him, so he told him where he got his sixpences.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Next morning he went to look in the same place for his sixpence, and he
+      found nothing but a cockle-shell. And he never saw anything but a
+      cockle-shell there afterwards.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0008" id="link2H_4_0008"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      KADDY&rsquo;S LUCK.
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      There was a tall young woman whom the fairies used to visit, coming
+      through the keyhole at night. She could hear them dancing and singing in
+      her room, but in the morning they used to go the way they had come, only
+      they always left her some money.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      When she got married she chose a tall husband like herself, and they had a
+      fine big child.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      One night they went to a fair, and they got to one side to hear the
+      fairies; for some people could tell when the fairies were coming, for they
+      made a noise like the wind. Whilst they were waiting she told her husband
+      how the fairies used to leave her money at night.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      When they got home they found their baby all right, and went to bed. But
+      next morning the young mother found her child had been changed in the
+      night, and there was a very little baby in the cradle. And the child never
+      grew big, for the fairies had changed her child for spite.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0009" id="link2H_4_0009"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      THE STORY OF GELERT.
+    </h2>
+    <h3>
+      (AS CURRENT IN ANGLESEA)
+    </h3>
+    <p>
+      It was somewhere about 1200, Prince Llewellyn had a castle at Aber, just
+      abreast of us here; indeed, parts of the towers remain to this day. His
+      consort was the Princess Joan; she was King John&rsquo;s daughter. Her coffin
+      remains with us to this day. Llewellyn was a great hunter of wolves and
+      foxes, for the hills of Carnarvonshire were infested with wolves in those
+      days, after the young lambs.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Now the prince had several hunting-houses&mdash;sorts of farm houses, one
+      of them was at the place now called Beth-Gelert, for the wolves were very
+      thick there at this time. Now the prince used to travel from farm-house to
+      farm-house with his family and friends, when going on these hunting
+      parties.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      One season they went hunting from Aber, and stopped at the house where
+      Beth-Gelert is now&mdash;it&rsquo;s about fourteen miles away. The prince had
+      all his hounds with him, but his favourite was Gelert, a hound who had
+      never let off a wolf for six years.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The prince loved the dog like a child, and at the sound of his horn Gelert
+      was always the first to come bounding up. There was company at the house,
+      and one day they went hunting, leaving his wife and the child, in a big
+      wooden cradle, behind him at the farm-house.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The hunting party killed three or four wolves, and about two hours before
+      the word passed for returning home, Llewellyn missed Gelert, and he asked
+      his huntsmen:
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Where&rsquo;s Gelert? I don&rsquo;t see him.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Well, indeed, master, I&rsquo;ve missed him this half-hour.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      And Llewellyn blew his horn, but no Gelert came at the sound.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Indeed, Gelert had got on to a wolves&rsquo; track which led to the house.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The prince sounded the return, and they went home, the prince lamenting
+      Gelert. &ldquo;He&rsquo;s sure to have been slain&mdash;he&rsquo;s sure to have been slain!
+      since he did not answer the horn. Oh, my Gelert!&rdquo; And they approached the
+      house, and the prince went into the house, and saw Gelert lying by the
+      overturned cradle, and blood all about the room.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;What! hast thou slain my child?&rdquo; said the prince, and ran his sword
+      through the dog.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      After that he lifted up the cradle to look for his child, and found the
+      body of a big wolf underneath that Gelert had slain, and his child was
+      safe. Gelert had capsized the cradle in the scuffle.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Oh, Gelert! Oh, Gelert!&rdquo; said the prince, &ldquo;my favourite hound, my
+      favourite hound! Thou hast been slain by thy master&rsquo;s hand, and in death
+      thou hast licked thy master&rsquo;s hand!&rdquo; He patted the dog, but it was too
+      late, and poor Gelert died licking his master&rsquo;s hand.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Next day they made a coffin, and had a regular funeral, the same as if it
+      were a human being; all the servants in deep mourning, and everybody. They
+      made him a grave, and the village was called after the dog, Beth-Gelert&mdash;Gelert&rsquo;s
+      Grave; and the prince planted a tree, and put a gravestone of slate,
+      though it was before the days of quarries. And they are to be seen to this
+      day.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0010" id="link2H_4_0010"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      ORIGIN OF THE WELSH.
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      Many years ago there lived several wild tribes round the King of Persia&rsquo;s
+      city, and the king&rsquo;s men were always annoying and harassing them, exacting
+      yearly a heavy tribute. Now these tribes, though very brave in warfare,
+      could not hold their own before the Persian army when sent out against
+      them, so that they paid their yearly tribute grudgingly, but took revenge,
+      whenever they could, upon travellers to or from the city, robbing and
+      killing them.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      At last one of the tribesmen, a clever old chieftain, thought of a cunning
+      plan whereby to defeat the Persians, and free themselves from the yearly
+      tribute. And this was his scheme:
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The wild wastes where these tribes lived were infested with large birds
+      called &ldquo;Rohs&rdquo;, {Footnote: Pronounced softly.} which were very destructive
+      to human beings&mdash;devouring men, women, and children greedily whenever
+      they could catch them. Such a terror were they that the tribes had to
+      protect their village with high walls, {Footnote: Can this have anything
+      to do with the idea of walling-in the cuckoo?} and then they slept
+      securely, for the Roh hunted by night. This old chieftain determined to
+      watch the birds, and find out their nesting-places; so he had a series of
+      towers built, in which the watchmen could sleep securely by night. These
+      towers were advanced in whatever direction the birds were seen to
+      congregate by night. The observers reported that the Roh could not fly,
+      but ran very swiftly, being fleeter than any horse.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      At length, by watching, their nesting-places were found in a sandy plain,
+      and it was discovered that those monstrous birds stole sheep and cattle in
+      great numbers.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The chieftain then gave orders for the watchmen to keep on guard until the
+      young birds were hatched, when they were commanded to secure fifty, and
+      bring them into the walled town. The order was carried out, and one night
+      they secured fifty young birds just out of the egg, and brought them to
+      the town.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The old chieftain then told off fifty skilful warriors, a man to each
+      bird, to his son being allotted the largest bird. These warriors were
+      ordered to feed the birds on flesh, and to train them for battle. The
+      birds grew up as tame as horses. Saddles and bridles were made for them,
+      and they were trained and exercised just like chargers.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      When the next tribute day came round, the King of Persia sent his
+      emissaries to collect the tax, but the chieftains of the tribes insulted
+      and defied them, so that they returned to the king, who at once sent
+      forward his army.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The chieftain then marshalled his men, and forty-six of the Rohs were
+      drawn up in front of the army, the chief getting on the strongest bird.
+      The remaining four were placed on the right flank, and ordered at a signal
+      to advance and cut off the army, should they retreat.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The Rohs had small scales, like those of a fish, on their necks and
+      bodies, the scales being hidden under a soft hair, except on the upper
+      half of the neck. They had no feathers except on their wings. So they were
+      invulnerable except as to the eyes&mdash;for in those days the Persians
+      only had bows and arrows, and light javelins. When the Persian army
+      advanced, the Rohs advanced at lightning speed, and made fearful havoc,
+      the birds murdering and trampling the soldiers under foot, and beating
+      them down with their powerful wings. In less than two hours half the
+      Persian army was slain, and the rest had escaped. The tribes returned to
+      their walled towns, delighted with their victory.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      When the news of his defeat reached the King of Persia he was wroth beyond
+      expression, and could not sleep for rage. So the next morning he called
+      for his magician.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;What are you going to do with the birds?&rdquo; asked the king.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Well, I&rsquo;ve been thinking the matter over,&rdquo; replied the magician.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Cannot you destroy all of them?&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;No, your majesty; I cannot destroy them, for I have not the power; but I
+      can get rid of them in one way; for though I cannot put out life, I have
+      the power of turning one life into some other living creature.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Well, what will you turn them into?&rdquo; asked the king.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;I&rsquo;ll consider to-night, your majesty,&rdquo; replied the magician.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Well, mind and be sure to do it.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Yes, I&rsquo;ll be sure to do it, your majesty.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The next day, at ten, the magician appeared before the king, who asked:
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Have you considered well?&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Yes, your majesty.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Well, how are you going to act?&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Your majesty, I&rsquo;ve thought and thought during the night, and the best
+      thing we can do is to turn all the birds into fairies.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;What are fairies?&rdquo; asked the king.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;I&rsquo;ve planned it all out, and I hope your majesty will agree.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Oh! I&rsquo;ll agree, as long as they never molest us more.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Well, your majesty, I&rsquo;m going to turn them to fairies&mdash;small living
+      creatures to live in caves in the bowels of the earth, and they shall only
+      visit people living on the earth once a year. They shall be harmless, and
+      hurt nothing; they shall be fairies, and do nothing but dance and sing,
+      and I shall allow them to go about on earth for twenty-four hours once a
+      year and play their antics, but they shall do no mischief.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;How long are the birds to remain in that state?&rdquo; asked the king.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;I&rsquo;ll give them 2,000 years, your majesty; and at the end of that time
+      they are to go back into birds, as they were before. And after the birds
+      change from the fairy state back into birds, they shall never breed more,
+      but die a natural death.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      So the tribes lost their birds, and the King of Persia made such fearful
+      havoc amongst them that they decided to leave the country.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      They travelled, supporting themselves by robbery; until they came to a
+      place where they built a city, and called it Troy, where they were
+      besieged for a long time.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      At length the besiegers built a large caravan, with a large man&rsquo;s head in
+      front; the head was all gilded with gold. When the caravan was finished
+      they put 150 of the best warriors inside, provided with food, and one of
+      them had a trumpet. Then they pulled the caravan, which ran upon eight
+      broad wheels, up to the gates of the city, and left it there, their army
+      being drawn up in a valley near by. It was, agreed that when the caravan
+      got inside the gates the bugler should blow three loud blasts to warn, the
+      army, who would immediately advance into the city.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The men on the ramparts saw this curious caravan, and they began wondering
+      what it was, and for two or three days they left it alone.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      At last an old chieftain said, &ldquo;It must be their food.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      On the third day they opened the gates, and attaching ropes, began to haul
+      it into the city; then the warriors leaped out, and the horn blew, and the
+      army hurried up, and the town was taken after great slaughter; but a
+      number escaped with their wives and children, and fled on to the Crimea,
+      whence they were driven by the Russians, so they marched away along the
+      sea to Spain, and bearing up through France, they stopped. Some wanted to
+      go across the sea, and some stayed in the heart of France: they were the
+      Bretoons. {Footnote: Bretons.} The others came on over in boats, and
+      landed in England, and they were the first people settled in Great
+      Britain: they were the Welsh.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0011" id="link2H_4_0011"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      CROWS.
+    </h2>
+<pre xml:space="preserve">
+  One black crow, bad luck for me.
+  Two black crows, good luck for me.
+  Three black crows, a son shall be born in the family.
+  Four black crows, a daughter shall be born in the family.
+  Five black crows shall be a funeral in the family.
+  Six black crows, if they fly head on, a sudden death.
+  Seven black crows with their tails towards you, death within seven
+  years.
+</pre>
+    <p>
+      There was a young man, not so very long ago, who had been to sea for
+      years. He was married, but had no children. He was one of the most
+      spirited men you ever saw. He used to complain of his dreams. He said,
+      &ldquo;All at once last Sunday I was up in the air, and I saw the vessel I was
+      in going at great speed, making for a mountain, and I tried as hard as I
+      could to keep her from the mountain. I don&rsquo;t believe I was asleep at all,
+      I could see it so plainly. I went along in the air, looking at seven black
+      crows all the time. I got dizzy, and the vessel seemed to lower on to the
+      earth. The vessel lowered within a few hundred feet of the earth, and I
+      saw what I thought were fairies. I thought I had been there for days; in
+      truth, it seemed to me I had been up there for three days, and that I
+      could hear the fairies with mournful sounds drawing a coffin. I watched
+      and watched, and saw seven crows on the coffin. It seemed as if they were
+      going to bury someone. Whilst the coffin was going the seven crows flew up
+      and bursted, and the heavens were illuminated more strongly than by the
+      sun. Then I lost sight of the fairies, but saw some big giants in white
+      walking about, and there was a big throne with a roof to it. And all at
+      once I was in total darkness, but I could hear things flapping about,
+      flying through the air. Then I saw the moon rising and all the stars, and
+      all sorts of objects flying through the air. And one came to me, and put
+      his hand upon my shoulder, saying: <i>&lsquo;Prepare to meet us to-morrow.&lsquo;</i>
+      After that everything went dark again. The first thing I knew I was in a
+      ship steering, and the seven black crows were in front of me. I had a
+      great trouble to steer my vessel. And as I went on the vessel struck a
+      steeple, and exploded, and I awoke. Whereupon I jumped out of bed, looking
+      very pale.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      I left him on the beach at 11.30, after he told me this, when he went
+      home. When he got home he could see seven black crows on the house. Other
+      people could see the crows, but could not count them. He saw them all
+      perched head on. He went into the house, and said,
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;There is something in these crows, Jane; see them on the roof.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      She cried out and ran out and looked, but could not see the seven. After
+      that he didn&rsquo;t seem to be himself, though there was nothing the matter
+      with him. A week afterwards, I went out on the Sunday morning after
+      breakfast, and there was a seat on the beach, and on it sat this man,
+      Johnny, and another man.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Why, Johnny, you look very pale,&rdquo; I said.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Do I?&rdquo; he said.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Yes! indeed you do,&rdquo; I replied.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Well, I don&rsquo;t know, I have had such dreams.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;What will they have been, then?&rdquo; I asked.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;That I was in a full-rigged ship, with all sails set; I was all alone,
+      but could see nothing, only seven black crows. I counted them, but my wife
+      could see nothing, but she could hear something.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      That same day, when he went home, he said to his wife:
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Ah, Jane, there is something coming over me,&rdquo; and he fell down dead.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0012" id="link2H_4_0012"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      ROBERT ROBERTS AND THE FAIRIES.
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      Robert Roberts was a carpenter who worked hard and well; but he could
+      never keep his tongue still. One day, as he was crossing a brook, a little
+      man came up to him and said:
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Robert Roberts, go up to the holly tree that leans over the road on the
+      Red-hill, and dig below it, and you shall be rewarded.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      The very next morning, at daybreak, Robert Roberts set out for the spot,
+      and dug a great hole, before anyone was up, when he found a box of gold.
+      He went to the same place twice afterwards, and dug, and found gold each
+      time. But as he grew rich, he began to boast and hint that he had
+      mysterious friends. One day, when the talk turned on the fairies, he said
+      that he knew them right well, and that they gave him money. Robert Roberts
+      thought no more of the matter until he went to the spot a week afterwards,
+      one evening at dusk. When he got to the tree, and began to dig as usual,
+      big stones came rolling down the bank, just missing him, so that he ran
+      for his life, and never went near the place again.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0013" id="link2H_4_0013"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      THE FAIRY OF THE DELL.
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      In olden times fairies were sent to oppose the evil-doings of witches, and
+      to destroy their power. About three hundred years ago a band of fairies,
+      sixty in number, with their queen, called Queen of the Dell, came to Mona
+      to oppose the evil works of a celebrated witch. The fairies settled by a
+      spring, in a valley. After having blessed the spring, or &ldquo;well&rdquo;, as they
+      called it, they built a bower just above the spring for the queen, placing
+      a throne therein. Near by they built a large bower for themselves to live
+      in.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      After that, the queen drew three circles, one within the other, on a nice
+      flat grassy place by the well. When they were comfortably settled, the
+      queen sent the fairies about the country to gather tidings of the people.
+      They went from house to house, and everywhere heard great complaints
+      against an old witch; how she had made some blind, others lame, and
+      deformed others by causing a horn to grow out of their foreheads. When
+      they got back to the well and told the queen, she said:
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;I must do something for these old people, and though the witch is very
+      powerful, we must break her power.&rdquo; So the next day the queen fairy sent
+      word to all the bewitched to congregate upon a fixed day at the sacred
+      well, just before noon.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      When the day came, several ailing people collected at the well. The queen
+      then placed the patients in pairs in the inner ring, and the sixty fairies
+      in pairs in the middle ring. Each little fairy was three feet and a half
+      high, and carried a small wand in her right hand, and a bunch of fairy
+      flowers&mdash;cuckoo&rsquo;s boots, baby&rsquo;s bells, and day&rsquo;s-eyes&mdash;in her
+      left hand. Then the queen, who was four feet and a half in height, took
+      the outside ring. On her head was a crown of wild flowers, in her right
+      hand she carried a wand, and in her left a posy of fairy flowers. At a
+      signal from the queen they began marching round the rings, singing in
+      chorus:
+    </p>
+<pre xml:space="preserve">
+  &ldquo;We march round by two and two
+  The circles of the sacred well
+  That lies in the dell.&rdquo;
+ </pre>
+    <p>
+      When they had walked twice round the ring singing, the queen took her seat
+      upon the throne, and calling each patient to her, she touched him with her
+      wand and bade him go down to the sacred well and dip his body into the
+      water three times, promising that all his ills should be cured. As each
+      one came forth from the spring he knelt before the queen, and she blessed
+      him, and told him to hurry home and put on dry clothes. So that all were
+      cured of their ills.
+    </p>
+    <h3>
+      II.
+    </h3>
+    <p>
+      Now the old witch who had worked all these evils lived near the well in a
+      cottage. She had first learned witchcraft from a book called <i>The Black
+      Art</i>, which a gentleman farmer had lent her when a girl. She progressed
+      rapidly with her studies, and being eager to learn more, sold herself to
+      the devil, who made compact with her that she should have full power for
+      seven years, after which she was to become his. He gave her a wand that
+      had the magic power of drawing people to her, and she had a ring on the
+      grass by her house just like the fairy&rsquo;s ring. As the seven years were
+      drawing to a close, and her heart was savage against the farmer who first
+      led her into the paths of evil knowledge, she determined to be revenged.
+      One day, soon after the Fairy of the Dell came to live by the spring, she
+      drew the farmer to her with her wand, and, standing in her ring, she lured
+      him into it. When he crossed the line, she said:
+    </p>
+<pre xml:space="preserve">
+  &ldquo;Cursed be he or she
+  That crosses my circle to see me,&rdquo;
+ </pre>
+    <p>
+      and, touching him on the head and back, a horn and a tail grew from the
+      spots touched. He went off in a terrible rage, but she only laughed
+      maliciously. Then, as she heard of the Queen of the Dell&rsquo;s good deeds, she
+      repented of her evil deeds, and begged her neighbour to go to the queen
+      fairy and ask her if she might come and visit her. The queen consented,
+      and the old witch went down and told her everything&mdash;of the book, of
+      the magic wand, of the ring, and of all the wicked deeds she had done.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;O, you have been a bad witch,&rdquo; said the queen, &ldquo;but I will see what I can
+      do; but you must bring me the book and the wand;&rdquo; and she told the old
+      witch to come on the following day a little before noon. When the witch
+      came the next day with her wand and book, she found the fairies had built
+      a fire in the middle ring. The queen then took her and stood her by the
+      fire, for she could not trust her on the outer circle.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Now I must have more power,&rdquo; said the queen to the fairies, and she went
+      and sat on the throne, leaving the witch by the fire in the middle ring.
+      After thinking a little, the queen said, &ldquo;Now I have it,&rdquo; and coming down
+      from her throne muttering, she began walking round the outer circle,
+      waiting for the hour of one o&rsquo;clock, when all the fairies got into the
+      middle circle and marched round, singing:
+    </p>
+<pre xml:space="preserve">
+  &ldquo;At the hour of one
+  The cock shall crow one,
+  Goo! Goo! Goo!
+  I am here to tell
+  Of the sacred well
+  That lies in the dell,
+  And will conquer hell.&rdquo;
+ </pre>
+    <p>
+      On the second round, they sang:
+    </p>
+<pre xml:space="preserve">
+  &ldquo;At the hour of two
+  The cock crows two,
+  Goo! Goo! Goo!
+  I am here to tell
+  Of the sacred well
+  That lies in the dell;
+  We will conquer hell.&rdquo;
+ </pre>
+    <p>
+      At the last round, they sang:
+    </p>
+<pre xml:space="preserve">
+  &ldquo;At the hour of three
+  The cock crows three,
+  Goo! Goo! Goo!
+  I am here to tell
+  Of the sacred well
+  That lies in the dell;
+  Now I have conquered hell.&rdquo;
+ </pre>
+    <p>
+      Then the queen cast the book and wand into the fire, and immediately the
+      vale was rent by a thundering noise, and numbers of devils came from
+      everywhere, and encircled the outer ring, but they could not pass the
+      ring. Then the fairies began walking round and round, singing their song.
+      When they had finished the song they heard a loud screech from the devils
+      that frightened all the fairies except the queen. She was unmoved, and
+      going to the fire, stirred the ashes with her wand, and saw that the book
+      and wand were burnt, and then she walked thrice round the outer ring by
+      herself, when she turned to the devils, and said:
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;I command you to be gone from our earthly home, get to your own abode. I
+      take the power of casting you all from here. Begone! begone! begone!&rdquo; And
+      all the devils flew up, and there was a mighty clap as of thunder, and the
+      earth trembled, and the sky became overcast, and all the devils burst, and
+      the sky cleared again.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      After this the queen put three fairies by the old witch&rsquo;s side, and they
+      constantly dipped their wands in the sacred spring, and touched her head,
+      and she was sorely troubled and converted.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Bring the mirror,&rdquo; said the queen.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      And the fairies brought the mirror and laid it in the middle circle, and
+      they all walked round three times, chanting again the song beginning &ldquo;At
+      the hour of one.&rdquo; When they had done this the queen stood still, and said:
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Stand and watch to see what you can see.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      And as she looked she said:
+    </p>
+<pre xml:space="preserve">
+  &ldquo;The mirror shines unto me
+  That the witch we can see
+  Has three devils inside of she.&rdquo;
+ </pre>
+    <p>
+      Immediately the witch had a fit, and the three fairies had a hard job to
+      keep the three devils quiet; indeed, they could not do so, and the queen
+      had to go herself with her wand, for fear the devils should burst the
+      witch asunder, and she said, &ldquo;Come out three evil spirits, out of thee.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      And they came gnashing their teeth, and would have killed all the fairies,
+      but the queen said:
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Begone, begone, begone! you evil spirits, to the place of your abode,&rdquo;
+       and suddenly the sky turned bright as fire, for the evil spirits were
+      trying their spleen against the fairies, but the queen said, &ldquo;Collect,
+      collect, collect, into one fierce ball,&rdquo; and the fiery sky collected into
+      one ball of fire more dazzling than the sun, so that none could look at it
+      except the queen, who wore a black silk mask to protect her eyes. Suddenly
+      the ball burst with a terrific noise, and the earth trembled.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Enter into your abode, and never come down to our abode on earth any
+      more,&rdquo; said the queen.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      And the witch was herself again, and she and the queen fairy were
+      immediately great friends. The witch, when she came out of the ring,
+      dropped on her knee and asked the queen if she might call her the Lady of
+      the Dell, and how she could serve her.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;We will see about that,&rdquo; said the queen.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Well, how do you live?&rdquo; asked the woman who had been a witch.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Well, I&rsquo;ll tell you,&rdquo; said the queen. &ldquo;We go at midnight and milk the
+      cows, and we keep the milk, and it never grows less so long as we leave
+      some in the bottom of the vessel; we must not use it all. After milking
+      the cow, we rub the cow&rsquo;s purse and bless it, and she gives double the
+      amount of milk.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Well, how do you get corn?&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Well, we were at the mill playing one day, and the miller came in and saw
+      us, and spoke kindly to us, and offered us some flour. &lsquo;We never take
+      nothing for nothing,&rsquo; I said, so I blessed the bin: so in a few minutes
+      the bin was full to the brim with flour, and I said to the miller, &lsquo;Now
+      don&rsquo;t you empty the bin, but always leave a peck in it, and for twelve
+      months, no matter how much you use the bin, it will always be full in the
+      morning.&rsquo; Now I have told you this much, and I will tell further, &lsquo;You
+      must love your neighbour, you must love all mankind.&rsquo; Now here is a purse
+      of gold, go and buy what you want, eggs, bacon, cheese, and get a flagon
+      of wine and use these things freely, giving freely to the aged poor, and
+      if you never finish these things, there will always be as much the next
+      morning as you started with. And I shall make a salve for you, and you
+      must use the water from the sacred well. That will be as a medicine, and
+      people shall come from far and wide to be cured by you, and you shall be
+      loved by all, and you shall be known to the poorest of the poor as Madame
+      Dorothy.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      And the woman did as she was told, and she became renowned for her medical
+      skill, especially in childbirth, for her salve eased the pains, and her
+      waters brought milk. By-and-by, she got known all over the island, and
+      rich people came to her from afar, and she always made the rich pay, and
+      the poor were treated free.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Madame Dorothy used to see the queen fairy at times, and one day she asked
+      her, &ldquo;Shall we meet again?&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;We cannot tell,&rdquo; said the queen, &ldquo;but I will give you a ring&mdash;let me
+      place it on your finger&mdash;it is a magic ring worked by fairies.
+      Whenever you seek to know of me, make a ring of your own, and walk round
+      three times and rub the ring; if it turns bright I am alive, but if you
+      see blood I am dead.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;But how can that be? You are much younger than I am.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Oh, no! we fairies look young to the day of our death; we live to a great
+      age, but die naturally of old age, for we never have any ailments, but
+      still our power fades. Men fade in the flesh and power, but we fade only
+      in power. I am over seventy now.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;But you look to be thirty.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Well, we will shake hands and part, for I must go elsewhere; as I have no
+      king, I do not stop in one place.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      And they shook hands and parted.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0014" id="link2H_4_0014"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      ELLEN&rsquo;S LUCK.
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      Ellen was a good girl, and beautiful to look upon. One Sunday she was
+      walking by an open gutter in a town in North Wales when she found a
+      copper. After that day Ellen walked every Sunday afternoon by the same
+      drain, and always found a copper. She was a careful girl, and used to
+      hoard her money.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      One day her old mother found her pile of pennies, and wished to know where
+      she got them.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Ellen told her, but though she walked by the gutter for many a Sunday
+      after, she never found another copper.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0015" id="link2H_4_0015"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      THE FAIRIES&rsquo; MINT.
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      Once upon a time there was a miller, who lived in Anglesey. One day he
+      noticed that some of his sacks had been moved during the night. The
+      following day he felt sure that some of his grain had been disturbed, and,
+      lastly, he was sure someone had been working his mill in the night during
+      his absence. He confided his suspicions to a friend, and they determined
+      to go the next night and watch the mill. The following night, at about
+      midnight, as they approached the mill, that stood on a bare stony hill,
+      they were surprised to find the mill all lit up and at work, the great
+      sails turning in the black night. Creeping up softly to a small window,
+      the miller looked in, and saw a crowd of little men carrying small bags,
+      and emptying them into the millstones. He could not see, however, what was
+      in the bags, so he crept to another window, when he saw golden coins
+      coming from the mill, from the place where the flour usually ran out.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Immediately the miller went to the mill door, and, putting his key into
+      the lock, he unlocked the door; and as he did so the lights went out
+      suddenly, and the mill stopped working. As he and his friend went into the
+      dark mill they could hear sounds of people running about, but by the time
+      they lit up the mill again there was nobody to be seen, but scattered all
+      about the millstones and on the floor were cockle-shells.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      After that, many persons who passed the mill at midnight said they saw the
+      mill lit up and working; but the old miller left the fairies alone to coin
+      their money.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0016" id="link2H_4_0016"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      THE PELLINGS.
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      In a meadow belonging to Ystrad, bounded by the river which falls from
+      Cwellyn Lake, they say the fairies used to assemble, and dance in fair
+      moonlight nights. One evening a young man, who was the heir and occupier
+      of this farm, hid himself in a thicket close to the spot where they used
+      to gambol. Presently they appeared, and when in their merry mood, out he
+      bounced from his covert, and seized one of their females; the rest of the
+      company dispersed themselves, and disappeared in an instant. Disregarding
+      her struggles and screams, he hauled her to his home, where he treated her
+      so very kindly that she became contented to live with him as his
+      maid-servant, but he could not prevail upon her to tell him her name. Some
+      time after, happening again to see the fairies upon the same spot, he
+      heard one of them saying, &ldquo;The last time we met here our sister Penelope
+      was snatched away from us by one of the mortals.&rdquo; Rejoiced at knowing the
+      name of his incognita, he returned home; and as she was very beautiful and
+      extremely active, he proposed to marry her, which she would not for a long
+      time consent to; at last, however, she complied, but on this condition,
+      &ldquo;That if ever he should strike her with iron, she would leave him, and
+      never return to him again.&rdquo; They lived happy for many years together, and
+      he had by her a son and a daughter; and by her industry and prudent
+      management as a housewife he became one of the richest men in the country.
+      He farmed, besides his own freehold, all the lands on the north side of
+      Nant y Bettws to the top of Snowdon, and all Cwm brwynog in Llanberis, an
+      extent of about five thousand acres or upwards.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Unfortunately, one day Penelope followed her husband into the field to
+      catch a horse, and he, being in a rage at the animal as he ran away from
+      him, threw at him the bridle that was in his hand, which unluckily fell on
+      poor Penelope. She disappeared in an instant, and he never saw her
+      afterwards, but heard her voice in the window of his room one night after,
+      requesting him to take care of the children, in these words:&mdash;
+    </p>
+<pre xml:space="preserve">
+  &ldquo;Rhag bod anwyd ar fy mâb,
+  Yn rhodd rhowch arno gôb ei dâd:
+  Rhag bod anwyd ar liw&rsquo;r cann,
+  Rhoddwch arni bais ei mam.&rdquo;
+ </pre>
+    <p>
+      That is,
+    </p>
+<pre xml:space="preserve">
+  &ldquo;Oh! lest my son should suffer cold,
+  Him in his father&rsquo;s coat infold:
+  Lest cold should seize my darling fair,
+  For her, her mother&rsquo;s robe prepare.&rdquo;
+ </pre>
+    <p>
+      These children and their descendants they say were called Pellings {1}, a
+      word corrupted from their mother&rsquo;s name Penelope.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      {1} In England we frequently meet with the surname Pilling and Billing; it
+      might have happened, that a man had met with an English woman of that
+      name, and had married her, and, as is usual in brides, she might have
+      been, though married, called by her maiden name, and the appellation might
+      have been continued to her posterity.&mdash;<i>Authors Note</i>.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The name Billing and Belling is the family name of one of the oldest
+      Cornish (Keltic) families&mdash;a fact that suggests other possibilities.&mdash;P.
+      H. E.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0017" id="link2H_4_0017"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      THE LONG-LIVED ANCESTORS.
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      The Eagle of Gwernabwy had been long married to his female, and had by her
+      many children; she died, and he continued a long time a widower; but at
+      length be proposed a marriage with the Owl of Cwm Cwmlwyd; but afraid of
+      her being young, so as to have children by her, and thereby degrade his
+      own family, he first of all went to inquire about her age amongst the aged
+      of the world. Accordingly he applied to the Stag of Rhedynfre, whom he
+      found lying close to the trunk of an old oak, and requested to know the
+      Owl&rsquo;s age.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;I have seen,&rdquo; said the Stag, &ldquo;this oak an acorn, which is now fallen to
+      the ground through age, without either bark or leaves, and never suffered
+      any hurt or strain except from my rubbing myself against it once a day,
+      after getting up on my legs; but I never remember to have seen the Owl you
+      mention younger or older than she seems to be at this day. But there is
+      one older than I am, and that is the Salmon of Glynllifon.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      The Eagle then applied to the Salmon for the age of the Owl. The Salmon
+      answered, &ldquo;I am as many years old as there are scales upon my skin, and
+      particles of spawn within my belly; yet never saw I the Owl you mention
+      but the same in appearance. But there is one older than I am, and that is
+      the Blackbird of Cilgwri.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      The Eagle next repaired to the Blackbird of Cilgwri, whom he found perched
+      upon a small stone, and enquired of him the Owl&rsquo;s age.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Dost thou see this stone upon which I sit,&rdquo; said the Blackbird, &ldquo;which is
+      now no bigger than what a man can carry in his hand? I have seen this very
+      stone of such weight as to be a sufficient load for a hundred oxen to
+      draw, which has suffered neither rubbing nor wearing, save that I rub my
+      bill on it once every evening, and touch the tips of my wings on it every
+      morning, when I expand them to fly; yet I have not seen the Owl either
+      older or younger than she appears to be at this day. But there is one
+      older than I am, and that is the Frog of Mochno Bog, and if he does not
+      know her age, there is not a creature living that does know it.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      The Eagle went last of all to the Frog and desired to know the Owl&rsquo;s age.
+      He answered, &ldquo;I never ate anything but the dust from the spot which I
+      inhabit, and that very sparingly, and dost thou see these great hills that
+      surround and overawe this bog where I lie? They are formed only of the
+      excrements from my body since I have inhabited this place, yet I never
+      remember to have seen the Owl but an old hag, making that hideous noise,
+      Too, hoo, hoo! always frightening the children in the neighbourhood.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      So the Eagle of Gwernabwy, the Stag of Rhedynfre, the Salmon of
+      Glynllifon, the Blackbird of Cilgwri, the Frog of Mochno Bog, and the Owl
+      of Cwm Cawlwyd are the oldest creatures in the whole world!
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0018" id="link2H_4_0018"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      THE GIANTESS&rsquo;S APRON-FULL.
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      A huge giant, in company with his wife, travelling towards the island of
+      Mona, with an intention of settling amongst the first inhabitants that had
+      removed there, and having been informed that there was but a narrow
+      channel which divided it from the continent, took up two large stones, one
+      under each arm, to carry with him as a preparatory for making a bridge
+      over this channel, and his lady had her apron filled with small stones for
+      the same purpose; but, meeting a man on this spot with a large parcel of
+      old shoes on his shoulders, the giant asked him how far it was to Mona.
+      The man replied, that it was so far, that he had worn out those shoes in
+      travelling from Mona to that place. The giant on hearing this dropped down
+      the stones, one on each side of him, where they now stand upright, about a
+      hundred yards or more distant from each other; the space between them was
+      occupied by this Goliah&rsquo;s body. His mistress at the same time opened her
+      apron, and dropped down the contents of it, which formed this heap.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0019" id="link2H_4_0019"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      GWRGAN FARFDRWCH&rsquo;S FABLE.
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      Hear me, O ye Britons! On the top of a high rock in Arvon there stood a
+      goat, which a lion perceiving from the valley below, addressed her in this
+      manner:&mdash;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;My dearest neighbour, why preferrest thou that dry barren rock to feed
+      on? Come down to this charming valley, where thou mayest feed luxuriously
+      upon all sorts of dainties, amongst flowers in shady groves, made fruitful
+      by meandering brooks.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;I am much obliged to you, master,&rdquo; replied the goat; &ldquo;perhaps you mean
+      well, and tell me the truth, but you have very bad neighbours, whom I do
+      not like to trust, and those are your teeth, so, with your leave, I prefer
+      staying where I am.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0020" id="link2H_4_0020"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      THE STORY OF THE PIG-TROUGH.
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      In the beginning of the century, Hughes went as military substitute for a
+      farmer&rsquo;s son. He got £80, a watch, and a suit of clothes. His mother was
+      loath to let him go, and when he joined his regiment, she followed him
+      from Amlych to Pwlheli to try and buy him off. He would not hear of it.
+      &ldquo;Mother,&rdquo; he said, &ldquo;the whole of Anglesey would not keep me, I want to be
+      off, and see the world.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      The regiment was quartered in Edinboro&rsquo;, and Hughes married the daughter
+      of the burgess with whom he was billeted. Thence, leaving a small son, as
+      hostage to the grandparents, they went to Ireland, and Hughes and his wife
+      were billeted on a pork-butcher&rsquo;s family in Dublin. One day, the mother of
+      the pork-butcher, an old granny, told them she had seen the fairies.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Last night, as I was abed, I saw a bright, bright light come in, and
+      afterwards a troop of little angels. They danced all over my bed, and they
+      played and sang music&mdash;oh! the sweetest music ever I heard. I lay and
+      watched them and listened. By-and-bye the light went out and the music
+      stopped, and I saw them no more. I regretted the music very much. But
+      directly after another smaller light appeared, and a tall dark man came up
+      to my bed, and with something in his hand he tapped me on the temple; it
+      felt like some one drawing a sharp pin across my temple then he went too.
+      In the morning my pillow was covered with blood. I thought and thought,
+      and then I knew I had moved the pig&rsquo;s trough and must have put it in the
+      fairies&rsquo; path and the fairies were angered, and the king of the fairies
+      had punished me for it.&rdquo; She moved the trough back to its old place the
+      next day, and received no more visits from the wee folk.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0021" id="link2H_4_0021"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      BILLY DUFFY AND THE DEVIL.
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      Billy Duffy was an Irishman, a blacksmith, and a drunkard. He had the
+      Keltic aversion from steady work, and stuck to his forge only long enough
+      to get money for drink; when that was spent, he returned to work.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Billy was coming home one day after one of these drinking-bouts, soberer
+      than usual, when he exclaimed to himself, for the thirst was upon him, &ldquo;By
+      God! I would sell myself to the devil if I could get some more drink.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      At that moment a tall gentleman in black stepped up to him, and said,
+      &ldquo;What did you say?&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;I said I would sell myself to the devil if I could get a drink.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Well, how much do you want for seven years, and the devil to get you
+      then?&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Well, I can&rsquo;t tell exactly, when it comes to the push.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Will £700 do you?&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Yes; I&rsquo;d take £700.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;And the devil to get you then?&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Oh, yes; I don&rsquo;t care about that.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      When Billy got home he found the money in his smithy. He at once shut the
+      smithy, and began squandering the money, keeping open house.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Amongst the people who flocked to get what they could out of Billy came an
+      old hermit, who said, &ldquo;I am very hungry, and nearly starved. Will you give
+      me something to eat and drink?&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Oh, yes; come in and get what you like.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      The hermit disappeared, after eating and drinking, and did not reappear
+      for several months, when he received the same kindly welcome, again
+      disappearing. A few months afterwards he again appeared.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Come in, come in!&rdquo; said Billy.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      After he had eaten and drunk his full, the hermit said to Billy: &ldquo;Well,
+      three times have you been good and kind to me. I&rsquo;ll give you three wishes,
+      and whatever you wish will be sure to come true.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;I must have time to consider,&rdquo; said Billy.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Oh, you shall have plenty of time to consider, and mind they are good
+      wishes.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      Next morning Billy told the hermit he was ready. &ldquo;Well, go on; be sure
+      they&rsquo;re good wishes,&rdquo; said the hermit.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Well, I&rsquo;ve got a big sledge-hammer in the smithy, and I wish whoever gets
+      hold of that hammer shall go on striking the anvil, and never break it,
+      till I tell him to stop.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Oh, that&rsquo;s a bad wish, Billy.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Oh, no; you&rsquo;ll see it&rsquo;s good. Next thing I wish for is a purse so that no
+      one can take out whatever I put into it.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Oh, Billy, Billy! that&rsquo;s a bad wish. Be careful now about the third
+      wish,&rdquo; said the hermit.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Well, I have got an armchair upstairs, and I wish that whoever may sit in
+      that armchair will never be able to get up till I let them.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Well, well, indeed; they are not very good wishes.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Oh, yes; I&rsquo;ve got my senses about me. I think I&rsquo;ll make them good wishes,
+      after all.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      The seven years, all but three days, had passed, and Billy was back
+      working at his forge, for all his money was gone, when the dark gentleman
+      stepped in and said:
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Now, Billy, during these last three days you may have as much money as
+      you like,&rdquo; and he disappeared.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      On the last day of his seven years Billy was penniless, and he went to the
+      taproom of his favourite inn, which was full.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Well, boys,&rdquo; said Billy, &ldquo;we must have some money to-night. I&rsquo;ll treat
+      you, and give you a pound each,&rdquo; and rising, he placed his tumbler in the
+      middle of the table, and wished for twenty pounds. No sooner had he wished
+      than a ball of fire came through the ceiling, and the twenty sovereigns
+      fell into the tumbler. Everyone was taken aback, and there was a noise as
+      if a bomb had burst, and the fireball disappeared, and rolled down the
+      garden path, the landlord following it. After this they each drank what
+      they liked, and Billy gave them a sovereign apiece before he went home.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The next morning he was in his smithy making a pair of horseshoes, when
+      the devil came in and said:
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Well, Billy, I&rsquo;ll want you this morning.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Yes; all right. Take hold of this sledge-hammer, and give me a few
+      hammers till I finish this job before I go.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      So the devil seized the hammer and began striking the anvil, but he
+      couldn&rsquo;t stop.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      So Billy laughed, and locked him in, and was away three days. During this
+      time the people collected round the smithy, and peeped through the cracks
+      in the shutter, for they could hear the hammer going night and day.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      At the end of three days Billy returned and opened the door, and the devil
+      said, &ldquo;Oh, Billy, you&rsquo;ve played a fine trick to me; let me go.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;What are you going to give me if I let you go?&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Seven years more, twice the money, and two days&rsquo; grace for wishing for
+      what you like.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      The devil paid his money and disappeared, and Billy shut the smithy and
+      took to gambling and drinking, so that at the end of seven years he was
+      without a penny, and working again in his smithy.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      On the last night of the seven years he went to his favourite public-house
+      again, and wished for five pounds.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      After he wished, a little man entered and spat the sovereigns into the
+      tumbler, and they all drank all night.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Next morning Billy went back to his smithy. The devil, who had grown
+      suspicious, turned himself into a sovereign and appeared on the floor.
+      Billy seized the sovereign and clapped it into his purse. Then he took his
+      purse and lay it upon the anvil, and began to beat it with his
+      sledge-hammer, when the devil began to call out, &ldquo;Spare my poor limbs,
+      spare my poor limbs!&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;How much now if I let you go?&rdquo; asked Billy
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Seven more years, three times the money, and one day in which to wish for
+      what you like.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      Billy took the sovereign out of his purse and threw it away, when he found
+      his money in the smithy.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Billy carried on worse than ever; gambled and drank and raced, squandering
+      it all before his seven years was gone. On the last day of his term he
+      went to his favourite inn as usual and wished for a tumbler full of
+      sovereigns. A little man with a big head, a big nose, and big mouth, a
+      little body, and little legs, with clubbed feet and a forked tail, brought
+      them in and put them in the tumbler. The drunkards in the room got scared
+      when they saw the little man, for he looked all glowing with fire as he
+      danced on the table. When he finished, he said, &ldquo;Billy, to-morrow morning
+      our compact is up.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;I know it, old boy, I know it, old boy!&rdquo; said Billy. Then the devil ran
+      out and disappeared, and the people began to question Billy:
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;What is that? I think it is you, Mister Duffy, he is after.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Oh, it is nothing at all,&rdquo; said Billy.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;I should think there was something,&rdquo; said the man.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;I am afraid my house will get a bad name,&rdquo; croaked the landlord.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Not in the least! You are only a coward,&rdquo; said Billy.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;But in the name of God, what is it all about?&rdquo; asked an old man.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Oh, you&rsquo;ll see by-and-bye,&rdquo; said Billy; &ldquo;it is nothing at all.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      Next morning Billy went to his smithy, but the devil would not come near
+      it.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      So he went to his house, and began to quarrel with his wife, and whilst he
+      was quarrelling the devil walked in and said:
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Well, Mr. Duffy, I am ready for you.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Ah, yes; just sit down and wait a minute or two. I have some papers I
+      want to put to rights before I go.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      So the devil sat down in the arm-chair, and Billy went to the smithy and
+      heated a pair of tongs red-hot, and coming back, he got the devil by the
+      nose, and pulled it out as though it had been soft iron. And the devil
+      began yelling, but he could not move, and Billy kept drawing the nose out
+      till it was long enough to reach over the window, when he put an old
+      bell-topper on the end of it. And the devil yelled, and snorted fire from
+      his nose.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The whole of the village crowded round Billy&rsquo;s, house&mdash;at a safe
+      distance&mdash;calling out, &ldquo;Billy and the devil! The devil and Billy
+      Duffy!&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      The devil got awful savage, and blackguarded Billy Duffy terribly; but it
+      was useless. Billy kept him there for days, till he got civil and said:
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Mr. Duffy, what will you let me go for?&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Only one thing: I am to live the rest of my life without you, and have as
+      much gold as I like.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      The devil agreed, so Billy let him go; and immediately he grew rich. He
+      lived to a good old age squandering money all the time, but at last he
+      died and when he got to the gates of hell the clerk said &ldquo;Who are you?&rdquo;
+       &ldquo;Billy Duffy,&rdquo; said he. And when the devil, who was standing near, heard,
+      he said:
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Good God! bar the gates and double-lock them for if this Billy Duffy the
+      blacksmith gets in he will ruin us all.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      Old Billy saw a pair of red-hot tongs, which he picked up, and seized the
+      devil by the nose. When the devil pulled back his head he left a red-hot
+      bit of his nose in the tongs.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Then Billy Duffy went up to the gates of heaven and St. Peter asked him
+      who he was.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Billy Duffy the blacksmith,&rdquo; he answered.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;No admittance! You are a bold, bad man,&rdquo; said St. Peter.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Good God! what will I do?&rdquo; said Billy, and he went back to the earth,
+      where he and the piece of the devil&rsquo;s nose melted into a ball of fire, and
+      he roves the earth till this day as a will-o&rsquo;-the-wisp.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0022" id="link2H_4_0022"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      THE STORY OF JOHN 0&rsquo; GROATS.
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      He was an old seaman, with weather-beaten face and black eyes, that had
+      looked upon many lands and many sights.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Well, indeed, I&rsquo;ll tell you about Johnny Groats as it was told to me one
+      night in the trades,&rdquo; he said, blowing a whiff of smoke from his wheezy
+      pipe.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Well, in olden times there was a rich lord, who owned all the property
+      looking on to the Pentlands&mdash;an awful place in bad weather; indeed,
+      in any weather.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;He was a lone man, for his wife was dead, and his son had turned out to
+      be a rake and a spendthrift, spending all his substance upon harlots and
+      entertainments.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Now this lord had a factor, by name John o&rsquo; Scales, a stingy, cunning
+      man, who robbed his master all he could during the week, and prayed hard
+      for forgiveness on the Sabbath.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;The lord, who was getting very old, was much grieved on account of his
+      son&rsquo;s behaviour. &lsquo;He&rsquo;ll spend everything when I am gone, and the estates
+      will go into other hands,&rsquo; the old man said to himself.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;One fine morning in summer the factor received orders to build a hut by
+      the sea, and plant bushes and trees round about it. &lsquo;But don&rsquo;t make the
+      door to fit close; leave the space of a foot at the bottom, so the leaves
+      can blow in, for I want the hut to shoot sea-fowl as they flight, and it
+      is cold standing on the bare ground,&rsquo; said the old man.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;The factor carried out his master&rsquo;s instructions, but not without
+      suspicion of ulterior motives on his master&rsquo;s part. However, when he saw
+      my lord shooting the birds and stuffing many of them his suspicions were
+      allayed, and the factor thought that, after all, though his master wanted
+      the hut for flight-shooting, still he must be getting softening of the
+      brain, for it was very eccentric that he should take up this new hobby in
+      his old age.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;So the old lord was never disturbed in his hut by curious and ill-timed
+      visits.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;After a time the lord died, and was laid with his fathers, the prodigal
+      inheriting the property.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;The old castle was then the scene of perpetual feastings and card
+      parties, so that in a few years the property was heavily mortgaged, the
+      old factor advancing the money.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Things went apace, until one day the factor informed the young
+      spendthrift that he had spent everything, and the estates were no longer
+      his, so he gave him a few pounds, and turned him out.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;When the news spread round the countryside his old friends began to drop
+      off, until at last the spendthrift found every door closed against him.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;When he had spent his last penny, the prodigal thought of the key which
+      his father had given him, saying, &lsquo;When you have spent everything, take
+      this key, and go to the hut.&rsquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;But he had lost the key long before.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Nevertheless, he went to the hut. It had a deserted appearance, being
+      overgrown with moss and lichens.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;He managed to squeeze himself under the door, and when he stood up he saw
+      a rope, with a noose hanging from the centre of the roof. Pursuing his
+      investigations, he found a parchment nailed to the back of the door, and
+      in one corner stood an old three-legged stool. There was nothing else in
+      the damp, mouldy room, so he began to read the parchment.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;&lsquo;Thou art come to beggary; end thy miserable existence, for it is thy
+      father&rsquo;s wish,&rsquo; he read.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;He was dazed, and looked from the parchment to the rope, and from the
+      rope to the parchment, saying to himself: &lsquo;Well, I have come to that, I
+      must follow my father&rsquo;s wish.&rsquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;So he got the stool and put it under the noose, and standing upon it,
+      adjusted the rope with trembling fingers round his neck, when he said,
+      hoarsely: &lsquo;Father, I do thy bidding,&rsquo; and he kicked the stool from under
+      him.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Immediately he heard a crash, and found himself lying upon the leaves,
+      with a feeling that his neck had been jerked off. However, he soon
+      recovered, and, taking the noose from his neck, he looked up and saw an
+      open trap-door in the ceiling. Placing the stool beneath the opening, he
+      got on to it, and lifted himself through the trap-door, when he found
+      himself in a loft, a parchment nailed to the wall facing him, and on the
+      parchment was written, &lsquo;This has been prepared, for your end was foreseen,
+      and your foolish father buried three chests of gold one foot below the
+      surface of the floor of the hut. Go and take it and buy back your estate:
+      marry, and beget an heir.&rsquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;&lsquo;Good God! is this a ghastly joke?&rsquo; said the prodigal. But the words
+      looked truthful; so he tore down the parchment, dropped through the
+      trap-door, shut it, and readjusted the rope. He left the hut and borrowed
+      a pick and shovel, and returning to the hut, he began to dig, and found
+      one chest full of gold. When he made this discovery he closed the chest,
+      filled in the hole, and spread leaves over the spot. He then ran off to
+      his father&rsquo;s best friend, and told him of his good luck. They then called
+      in two other friends, and consulted together how the old lord&rsquo;s wish was
+      best to be carried out. &lsquo;I&rsquo;ll tell you,&rsquo; said his father&rsquo;s oldest friend.
+      &lsquo;Mr. John o&rsquo; Scales gives a great dinner party once a month, and three of
+      us here are invited as usual. You must come in in the middle of dinner in
+      your ordinary beggar clothes and beg humbly for some food, when he will
+      give orders to have you turned out. Then you must begin to call him a liar
+      and a thief, and accuse him of robbing your father and yourself of your
+      inheritance. You&rsquo;ll see he&rsquo;ll get angry, and offer to let you have it
+      back.&rsquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;So the prodigal dug up the chests, and carted the money away in canvas
+      bags, storing it at his friend&rsquo;s house.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;When the night of the dinner party came, the prodigal drove up to the
+      castle in a cart filled with canvas bags. Jumping off his seat by the
+      driver, he went into the feast in his beggar&rsquo;s clothes, and going up to
+      the host, he begged humbly for some food.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;&lsquo;Go from this house! What business have you here?&rsquo; asked the host.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Most of the gentlemen and ladies began to frown upon him, and murmur
+      against him, as he walked to the lady of the house and begged her to give
+      him some food, but she replied:
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;&lsquo;Oh, thou spendthrift! thou fool of fools! if all fools were hanged, as
+      they ought to be, you&rsquo;d be the first.&rsquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Then the beggar&rsquo;s countenance changed, a deep flush of anger overspread
+      his features, and drawing himself up to his full height, he said, with
+      solemn voice, addressing the host:
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;&lsquo;Thou hast robbed my father all the days of his life, and thou hast
+      robbed the orphan. May the curse of God be upon you!&rsquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;The host grew furious; then he looked ashamed, and shouted angrily:
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;&lsquo;Bring me £40,000, and you shall have your estate back. I never robbed
+      you, but you lost your inheritance by your own follies.&rsquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;&lsquo;Gentlemen,&rsquo; said the beggar, &lsquo;I take you all to witness that this thief
+      says I can have my estate back for £40,000.&rsquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;The people murmured, and the three friends said: &lsquo;We are witnesses.&rsquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;The beggar ran out into the night, and returned with a man laden with
+      sacks, and they began to count out £40,000 upon a side-table, where a
+      haunch of venison still smoked.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;When they had counted out the money, the beggar said:
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;&lsquo;There is your £40,000; sign this receipt.&rsquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;The amazed factor drew back, when the three friends said:
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;&lsquo;You must sign; you are a gentleman of your word, of course.&rsquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Mechanically John o&rsquo; Scales signed the paper.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;&lsquo;And now,&rsquo; said the former beggar, &lsquo;leave my house at once, with your
+      wife&mdash;you coward! you cur! You robbed my father, and then cheated me
+      when I was a spendthrift. Begone, and may your name be accursed in the
+      land!&rsquo;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;And the son turned all out except his three friends.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;In a few months he married the daughter of one of his friends; but he
+      never gambled again, only entertaining his three friends and their
+      families, who came and went as they liked.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;And from that day John o&rsquo; Scales was called John o&rsquo; Groats.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0023" id="link2H_4_0023"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      EVA&rsquo;S LUCK.
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      As black-eyed, black-haired Eva Sauvet was walking one day in Jersey she
+      saw a lozenge-marked snake, whereupon she ran away frightened.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      When she got home and told her mother, the old woman said:
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Well, child, next time you see the snake give it your handkerchief.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      The next day Eva went out with beating heart, and ere long she saw the
+      snake come gliding out from the bushes, so she threw down her
+      handkerchief, for she was too frightened to hand it to the snake.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The snake&rsquo;s eyes gleamed and twinkled, and taking the handkerchief into
+      his fangs, he made off to an old ruin, whither Eva followed.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      But when they got to the ruin the snake disappeared, and Eva ran home to
+      tell her mother.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Next day, Père Sauvet and some men went to the ruin, where Eva showed the
+      hole where the snake had disappeared.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Old Père Sauvet lit a fire, and smoked the snake out, killing it with a
+      stick as it glided over the stones.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      After that they dug out the hole, when they found the handkerchief.
+      Digging still further along, they came upon a hollow place, at the bottom
+      of which they found a lot of gold.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0024" id="link2H_4_0024"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      THE FISHERMEN OF SHETLAND.
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      There was a snug little cove in one of the Shetland Islands. At the head
+      of the cove stood a fishing hamlet, containing some twenty huts. In these
+      huts lived the fisher-folk, ruled by one man&mdash;the chief&mdash;who was
+      the father of two beautiful daughters.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Now these fishermen for some years had been very lucky, for a fairy queen
+      and her fairies had settled there, and she had given her power over to a
+      merman, who was the chief of a large family of mermaids. The fairy queen
+      had made the merman a belt of sea-weed, which he always wore round his
+      body. The merman used to turn the water red, green, and white, at noon
+      each day, so that the fishermen knew that if they cast their nets into the
+      coloured waters they would make good hauls.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Amongst these fishermen were two brave brothers, who courted the chief&rsquo;s
+      daughters, but the old man would not let them get married until they
+      became rich men.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Whenever the fishermen went off in the boats the merman was used to sit on
+      a rock, and watch them fishing.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Close by the hamlet was a great wood, in which lived a wicked old witch
+      and a dwarf.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Now this witch wished to get possession of the merman&rsquo;s belt, and so gain
+      the fairy&rsquo;s power. Telling her scheme to the dwarf, she said to him:
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Now you must trap the merman when he is sitting on the rocks watching the
+      fishing fleet. But I must change you into a bee, when you must suck of the
+      juice in this magic basin, then fly off and alight on the merman&rsquo;s head,
+      when he will fall asleep.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      So the dwarf agreed, and it happened as she had said; and the merman fell
+      asleep, and the dwarf stole the belt and brought it to the witch.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Now you must wear the belt,&rdquo; said the witch to the dwarf, &ldquo;and you will
+      have the power and the fairy will lose her power.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      They then translated the sleeping merman to the forest and laid him before
+      the hut, when the witch got a copper vessel, saying:
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;We must bury him in this.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      Then she got the magic pot, and told the dwarf to take a ladleful of the
+      fluid in the pot, and pour it over the merman, which he did, and
+      immediately the merman turned into smoke, that settled in the copper
+      vessel. Then they sealed the copper vessel tightly.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Now take this vessel, and heave it into the sea fifty miles from the
+      land,&rdquo; said the witch, and the dwarf did as he was bid.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Now we&rsquo;ll starve those old fishermen out this winter,&rdquo; said the witch;
+      and it happened as she had said&mdash;they could catch nothing.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      In the spring the queen fairy came to one of the young fishermen who was
+      courting one of the chief&rsquo;s daughters, and said:
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;You must venture for the sake of your love, and for the lives of the
+      fishermen, or you will all starve&mdash;but I will be with you. Will you
+      run the risk?&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;I will,&rdquo; said the brave fisherman.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Well, the dwarf has got my belt, he stole it from the merman, and so I
+      have lost power over the world for twelve months and a day; but if you get
+      back the belt I can settle the witch; if not, you will all starve and
+      catch no fish.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      So the bold fisherman agreed to try.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Now I must transform you into a bear, and you&rsquo;ll have to watch the witch
+      and the dwarf, and take your chance of getting the belt; and you must
+      watch where he hides his treasure, for he is using the belt as a means to
+      get gold, which he hides in a cave.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      And so the sailor was turned into a bear, and he went to the wood and
+      watched the dwarf, and saw that he hid his treasure in a cave in some
+      crags.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The bear had been given the power of making himself invisible, by sitting
+      on his haunches and rubbing his ears with his paws.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      One night, when it was very boisterous, the bear felt like going to see
+      his sweetheart. So he went, and knocked at the door. The girl opened the
+      door, and shrieked when she saw the bear.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Oh, let him in,&rdquo; said her old mother.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      So the bear came in and asked for shelter from the storm, for he could
+      speak.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      And he went and sat by the fire, and asked his sweetheart to brush the
+      snow from his coat, which she did.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;I won&rsquo;t do you any harm,&rdquo; he said; &ldquo;let me sleep by the fire.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      He came again the next night, and they gave him some gruel, and played
+      with him; for he was just like a dog.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      So he came every night until the springtime, when, one morning, as he was
+      going away, he said:
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;You mustn&rsquo;t expect me any more. Spring has come, and the snows have
+      melted. I can&rsquo;t come again till the summer is over.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      So he returned to the wood and watched the dwarf, but he could never catch
+      him without his belt, until one day he saw him fishing for salmon without
+      the belt, and at the same time his sweetheart and her sister came by
+      picking flowers.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      So the bear went up to the dwarf, and the dwarf, when he saw him coming,
+      said:
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Ah! good bear! good bear! let me go. These two girls will be a more
+      dainty morsel for you.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      But the bear smote him with his paw and killed him, and immediately the
+      bear was turned into his former self, and the girls ran up and kissed him,
+      and talked.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Then he took the two girls to the dwarf&rsquo;s cave, and gave each of them a
+      bag of treasure, keeping one for himself. And taking the belt, he put it
+      on, and they all walked back to the hamlet, when he told the fishermen
+      that their troubles would soon be over&mdash;but that he must kill the
+      witch first.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Then he turned the belt three times, and said:
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;I wish for the queen fairy.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      And she came, and was delighted, and said: &ldquo;Now you must come and slay the
+      witch,&rdquo; and she handed him a bow and arrow, telling him to use it right
+      and tight when he got to the hut.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      So he went off to the wood, and found the witch in her hut, and she begged
+      for mercy.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Oh no, you have done too much mischief,&rdquo; he said, and he shot her.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Then the queen fairy appeared, and sent him to gather dry wood to make a
+      fire. When the fire was made she sent him to fetch the witch&rsquo;s wand, which
+      she cast into the flames, saying:
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Now, mark my word, all the devils of hell will be here.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      And when the wand began to burn all the devils came and tried to snatch it
+      from the fire, but the queen raised her wand, saying:
+    </p>
+<pre xml:space="preserve">
+  &ldquo;Through this powerful wand
+  that I hold in my hand,
+  Through this bow and arrow
+  I have caused her to be slain,
+  That she may leave our domain.
+  Now take her up high
+  into the sky,
+  And let her burst asunder
+  as a clap of thunder.
+  Then take her to hell
+  and there let her dwell,
+  To all eternity.&rdquo;
+ </pre>
+    <p>
+      And the wand was burnt, and the devils carried the witch off in a noise
+      like thunder.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The twelve months were up on that day, and the fairy said to the
+      fisherman:
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Take your chief and your brother, and put out to sea half-a-mile, where
+      you&rsquo;ll see a red spot, bright as the sun on the water; cast in your net on
+      the sea-side of the spot, and pull to the shore.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      They did as the queen commanded, and when they pulled the net on the shore
+      they found the copper vessel.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Now open it,&rdquo; said the queen to the fisherman with the belt, &ldquo;but cover
+      your belt with your coat first.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      And he did so, and when he opened the copper a ball of smoke rose into the
+      air, and suddenly the merman stood before them, and said:
+    </p>
+<pre xml:space="preserve">
+  &ldquo;The first four months that I was in prison,
+  I swore I&rsquo;d make the man as rich as a king,
+  The man who released me.
+  But there was no release, no release, no release.
+
+  The second four months that I was in prison,
+  I swore I&rsquo;d make the water run red,
+  But there was no release, no release, no release.
+
+  The last four months that I was in prison,
+  I swore in my wrath I&rsquo;d take my deliverer&rsquo;s life,
+  Whoever he might be.&rdquo;
+ </pre>
+    <p>
+      Whereupon the fisherman opened his coat and showed him the belt. Then the
+      merman immediately cooled down, and said:
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Oh, that&rsquo;s how I came into this trouble.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      Then he asked the fisherman with the belt what had happened, and he told
+      him the whole story.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Then the queen told the fisherman to take the girdle off and put it back
+      on the merman, and he did so; and suddenly the merman took to the sea, and
+      began to sing from a rock:
+    </p>
+<pre xml:space="preserve">
+  <i>&ldquo;As I sit upon the rock,
+  I am like a statue block,
+  And I straighten my hair,
+  That is so long and fair.
+  And now my eyes look bright,
+  For I am in great delight,
+  Because I am free in glee,
+  To roam over the sea.&rdquo;</i>
+</pre>
+    <p>
+      After that the hamlet was joyful again, for the fishermen began to catch
+      plenty of fish; for the merman showed them where to cast their nets, by
+      colouring the water as of old.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      And the two brothers married the chief&rsquo;s two beautiful daughters, and they
+      lived happily ever afterwards.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_4_0025" id="link2H_4_0025"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      THE PASTOR&rsquo;S NURSE.
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      Mon père était très jeune encore quand il est entré au saint ministère et
+      qu&rsquo;il fut nommé pasteur à Hambach, village de la Lorraine. L&rsquo;endroit était
+      assez grand, mais de peu de ressources, et il était heureux de trouver
+      quelqu&rsquo;un qui, dans son inexpérience et loin de sa famille, fut capable de
+      lui aider à fonder sa maison, selon les usages et les traditions d&rsquo;un bon
+      presbytère.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      C&rsquo;est Madame Catherine Reeb, personne d&rsquo;un âge mûr, dont le mari avait été
+      instituteur, mais qui d&rsquo;une nature mécontente et orgueilleuse, se croyait
+      au-dessus de sa sphère, et faisait sentir à sa pauvre femme, qui l&rsquo;aimait
+      d&rsquo;un dévouement admirable, toutes les tortures que l&rsquo;égoïsme peut
+      inventer. Elle se donna à peine le nécessaire pour procurer à son seigneur
+      et mâitre tous les soins que sa supériorité imaginaire pouvait exiger, et
+      pourtant il ne fut jamais content, et un beau jour disparut, sans qu&rsquo;on
+      pût retrouver ses traces. La pauvre Catherine fut inconsolable, mais ne
+      perdit pas l&rsquo;espoir qu&rsquo;un jour son mari ne revînt, chargé de tous les
+      honneurs, qu&rsquo;elle aussi, bonne âme crédule, lui croyait dûs.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      C&rsquo;est dans ces conditions qu&rsquo;elle vint tenir le ménage de mon père, elle
+      le fit avec beaucoup de tact et de douceur, mais tout en elle respirait la
+      tristesse, l&rsquo;abandon. Quand, après quelques années, mon père se maria,
+      Catherine continua son activité dans la maison, mais avec son bon sens
+      naturel, en référa la responsabilité à sa jeune maîtresse, qu&rsquo;elle aimait
+      beaucoup.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Ma mère chercha par bien des moyens à la distraire de son chagrin. Elle
+      devint plus gaie, quand elle nous raconta des histoires et fit des jeux
+      avec nous. Nos parents se faisaient un plaisir de l&rsquo;observer parfois quand
+      elle ne s&rsquo;endouta pas, se disant: &ldquo;Voilà ce qu&rsquo;il fallait à notre vieille
+      Catherine, ce sont les enfants qui lui ont porté l&rsquo;oubli.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      Mais cela ne devait pas durer bien longtemps. Elle redevint peu à peu
+      silencieuse, et ses profonds soupirs ne prouvèrent que trop que l&rsquo;oubli du
+      triste passé n&rsquo;était qu&rsquo;à la surfaçe; ses manières taciturnes et les
+      manifestations d&rsquo;une secrète inquiétude commençaient même à troubler mes
+      parents, et mon père essaya par beaucoup de bonté à la persuader
+      d&rsquo;accepter les épreuves de sa vie comme venant de Dieu. Elle pleura
+      beaucoup et s&rsquo;efforça de se gagner un peu de calme, mais sans fruit.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Un beau jour elle vint trouver mon père et lui dit: &ldquo;Mon cher maître,
+      aidez-moi a exécuter mon projet, et surtout n&rsquo;essayez pas de m&rsquo;en
+      dissuader. Je suis décidée à aller à la recherche de mon mari; je sais
+      qu&rsquo;il a besoin de moi, il m&rsquo;appelle, et je vais partir. Procurez-moi les
+      papiers et certificats nècessaires à cette entreprise, afin que je ne sois
+      pas inquiétée par le police. J&rsquo;irai où mes pieds me conduiront, je ne sais
+      où je le retrouverai, mais je sais que je le reverrai. Je marcherai de
+      jour, et de nuit je me logerai dans une auberge ou une ferme, et je vous
+      donnerai de mes nouvelles.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      Mon père voyait qu&rsquo;il ne pouvait ébranler sa résolution, fit ce qu&rsquo;elle
+      lui demanda, pourvoyant tant que possible aux besoins de la route, et
+      c&rsquo;est le coeur gros de sinistres présages que mes parents virent partir
+      leur bonne et fidèle servante. Quand je lui dis: &ldquo;Tu ne nous aimes donc
+      plus, puisque tu pars?&rdquo; elle m&rsquo;embrassa en pleurant, et dit, &ldquo;Je
+      reviendrai!&rdquo; Il y avait alors vingt ans depuis la disparition de son mari,
+      pendant lesquel elle avait soigneusement entretenu son ménage dans une
+      petite maison qui lui, appartenait.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Elle partit donc, ainsi qu&rsquo;elle l&rsquo;avait dit; marchant de jour et se
+      reposant de nuit, se dirigeant vers la Prusse.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Elle fut absente sans que nous eussions de ses nouvelles pendant au-delà
+      d&rsquo;un mois quand un jour le facteur apporte une lettre à mon père de la
+      part d&rsquo;un collègue inconnu d&rsquo;un village de la Prusse, qui lui dit: &ldquo;Une
+      femme de respectable apparence, munie de certificats identifiant ses
+      dires, est venue me prier de procéder à l&rsquo;humation de son mari qu&rsquo;elle a
+      trouvé mort dans un bois du village voisin. L&rsquo;autorité municipale a
+      comparé les papiers trouvés dans les poches de l&rsquo;inconnu et a constaté
+      qu&rsquo;ils sont en rapport avec ceux que la femme Reeb porte sur elle, et sur
+      ce fait, et voyant que l&rsquo;homme était mort sans violence, a laissé ses
+      restes à elle qui se dit sa veuve et qui lui a rendu les derniers honneurs
+      au cimetière de notre village.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      Inutile de décrire la surprise de mes parents à la reception de cette
+      lettre, qui fut bientôt suivie par le retour de Catherine. Elle compléta
+      le récit du pasteur en disant qu&rsquo;un matin en sortant de ce village, elle
+      alla trouver un petit bois, quand elle vit au bord du chemin un homme
+      étendu mort, mais qui venait seulement de cesser de vivre. Elle le
+      regarda, l&rsquo;examina et reconnut son mari; il lui parut évident qu&rsquo;il
+      faisait son retour vers la patrie et elle, mais que la mort l&rsquo;avait
+      surpris en route. Catherine fut bien plus calme après ces événements, mais
+      ses forces déclinèrent et dans la même année on creusa pour elle une tombe
+      au cimetière de Hambach. Elle n&rsquo;avait plus de famille que celle qu&rsquo;elle
+      avait si fidèlement servie, et les larmes de deux jeunes enfants
+      prouvèrent que quoique abandonnée elle avait été aimée.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <br /><br />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      <a name="link2H_NOTE" id="link2H_NOTE"> </a>
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 4em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      NOTES.
+    </h2>
+    <h3>
+      (1) THE FAIRIES OF CARAGONAN.
+    </h3>
+    <p>
+      Source: This story came from a Welsh pedlar&mdash;a woman. Its genuineness
+      may be relied upon. I find it a common belief that fairies have power over
+      witches, and the witch-hare is commonly believed in; also a witch-fox. I
+      have heard of no evil fairies in Wales; all the mischief seems to be the
+      work of witches. I have heard several variants of the witch-hare.
+    </p>
+    <h3>
+      (2) THE CRAIG-Y-DON BLACKSMITH.
+    </h3>
+    <p>
+      This story I have heard from four different persons.
+    </p>
+    <h3>
+      (3) OLD GWILYM.
+    </h3>
+    <p>
+      Source: This story came from an old Welshman who says he knew Gwilym, and
+      heard the story from his lips. The narrator may be relied upon.
+    </p>
+    <h3>
+      (4) THE BABY-FARMER.
+    </h3>
+    <p>
+      Same source.
+    </p>
+    <h3>
+      (5) THE OLD MAN AND THE FAIRIES.
+    </h3>
+    <p>
+      Same source as 2. In Wales, so far as I have heard, the disappointed
+      always find <i>cockle-shells</i>.
+    </p>
+    <h3>
+      (6) TOMMY PRITCHARD.
+    </h3>
+    <p>
+      Same source as 2.
+    </p>
+    <h3>
+      (7) KADDY&rsquo;S LUCK.
+    </h3>
+    <p>
+      Same source as 2.
+    </p>
+    <h3>
+      (8) STORY OF GELERT.
+    </h3>
+    <p>
+      As told by an old fisherman. The variant of this well-known story may
+      prove useful. Borrow&rsquo;s &ldquo;tent&rdquo; theory is, I think, an invention of his own.
+      I was fortunate enough to get possession of an old book (without
+      title-page, title, or author&rsquo;s name), in which the following remarks on
+      this story occur:&mdash;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Some say this should be written Bedd Gelert, or Gilert, signifying
+      Gelert&rsquo;s, or Gilert&rsquo;s Grave. To this name is annexed a traditional story,
+      which it is hardly worth while to mention. However, the substance of the
+      tradition is, that Prince Llewelyn ap Iorwerth, in a fit of passion,
+      killed a favourite greyhound in this place, named Gelert, or Gilert, and
+      that, repenting of the deed, he caused a tomb to be erected over his
+      grave, where afterwards the parish church was built. See the story at
+      large in Mr. Edw. Jones&rsquo;s <i>Welsh Music</i>. But we may reasonably
+      conclude that this is all a fable, both when we consider the impiety of
+      building a church for divine worship over the grave of a dog, an impiety
+      not consistent with the genius of that age; and when we consider, also,
+      that the establishment of parochial cures, and the building of our country
+      churches in Wales, began soon after the dispersion of the British clergy,
+      which happened at the time of the massacre at Bangor Iscoed, A.D. 603, at
+      the instigation of Augustine the Monk, employed for that purpose by the
+      See of Rome. Llewelyn ap Iorwerth governed Wales from A.D. 1194 to 1240,
+      when he died; so that parish churches were built between five and six
+      hundred years before the time of this prince.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;This Gelert, or Gilert, must, in all probability, have been some old monk
+      or saint of that name, who was interred here, and was either the first
+      founder of this church, or one to whose memory it was dedicated, if built
+      after his time. Bethgelert, before the Reformation, was a priory. Lewis
+      Dwnn, a bard of the fifteenth century, in a poem (the purport of which is
+      to solicit David, the Prior of Bethgelert, to bestow on John Wynne, of
+      Gwydwr, Esq., a fine bay horse which he possessed) extols the Prior for
+      his liberality and learning. Hence we are led to suppose that this monk
+      was very opulent, and a popular character in his time.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      The stories of a hunter killing his favourite greyhound (always a
+      greyhound) are common to many districts. The book quoted is said to be
+      written by a Mr. Williams, in 1800.
+    </p>
+    <h3>
+      (9) ORIGIN OF THE WELSH.
+    </h3>
+    <p>
+      Source: An old seaman, who avers he heard it on a ship, on the way home
+      from Calcutta. I look with suspicion on the story. However, the Welsh
+      always believed they were descended from the Trojans, and the author of
+      the book cited says on this point:&mdash;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Elen was a very common name among the ancient British ladies, and it
+      seems to have been often bestowed out of compliment upon genteel and
+      beautiful women; as we sometimes hear at this day <i>Ei Elen O&mdash;his
+      Elen</i> when a man has a young and beautiful wife; and there is hardly a
+      love-song but the woman is called or compared in it to the Trojan Helena,
+      or Elen, as the Welsh write and pronounce the word. The Welsh have had
+      amongst them, time out of mind, a tradition that the first colony of
+      Bretons came to these islands from Troy after the destruction of that
+      city.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <h3>
+      (10) THE STORY OF THE CROWS.
+    </h3>
+    <p>
+      Source: Told me by an old man, who knew the defunct.
+    </p>
+    <h3>
+      (11) ROBERTS AND THE FAIRIES.
+    </h3>
+    <p>
+      Source: Told me by another old man, and I believe it to be genuine.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      There is another story of the same kind, of a man who was searching for
+      treasure in Beaumaris Castle, and after he had told of his luck a stone
+      fell on him, so that he had to go away.
+    </p>
+    <h3>
+      (12) THE QUEEN OF THE DELL.
+    </h3>
+    <p>
+      Came from the same old pedlar as No. 1. A genuine story. The narrator says
+      you seldom hear a fairy story in Anglesea unless there is a witch in it.
+    </p>
+    <h3>
+      (13) ELLEN&rsquo;S LUCK.
+    </h3>
+    <p>
+      Source: Told me by the same old man as No. 11. I believe it to be genuine,
+      and the narrator trustworthy.
+    </p>
+    <h3>
+      (14) THE PELLINGS.
+    </h3>
+    <p>
+      Source: Taken <i>verbatim</i> from the old book referred to. In the
+      context the author says these people inhabited the districts about the
+      foot of Snowdon, and were known by the nickname of Pellings, which is not
+      yet extinct; and he says they tell the tale as given. After telling the
+      story, which he entitles a fairy story, he makes the following suggestive
+      comments:&mdash;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;Before the Reformation, when the Christian world was enveloped in Popish
+      darkness and superstition, when the existence of fairies and other
+      spectres was not questioned, and when such a swarm of idle people, under
+      the names of minstrels, poets, begging friars, etc., were permitted to
+      ramble about, it may be supposed that these vagrants had amongst
+      themselves some kind of rule or government, if I may so term it, as we are
+      assured those that now-a-days go under the name of gypsies have. Such
+      people might, at appointed times on fine moonlight nights, assemble in
+      some sequestered spot, to regulate their dark affairs and divide the
+      spoil; and then perform their nightly <i>orgies</i>, so as to terrify
+      people from coming near them, lest their tricks and cheats should be
+      discovered. It is possible the men of Ystrad might have less superstition,
+      and somewhat more courage, than their neighbours, and supposing such a one
+      to come suddenly on these nightly revellers, he would of course cause
+      great consternation amongst them; and, on finding a comely female in the
+      group, it is not unnatural to imagine that he might, as the heroes of old
+      have done before him, seize on a beauteous Helen, carry her home, and in
+      process of time marry her&mdash;for many valorous knights have done the
+      latter; but she, on account of some domestic jars, might afterwards have
+      eloped from him, and returned to her former companions and occupation.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      The author makes the following remarks in a foot-note:&mdash;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;The English writers of romances feign the fairies to be of a smaller size
+      than even the fabled pigmies; the Welsh people ever supposed them to be of
+      the same stature with mankind. Shakespeare describes his fairy as less
+      than a mite, riding through people&rsquo;s brains to make the chase. This has
+      not been my experience. I have had them described to me of all sizes,
+      varying from a woman to little people two feet high. They have been
+      described, when large, as dressed like ordinary ladies, when small, with
+      short dresses; no hats, and hair in a plaited pigtail down the back.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      Finally, the writer says:
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;What other interpretation can be given to this tale I know not. This, and
+      such other tales, the material of which one might collect a volume, must,
+      it may reasonably be supposed, have something of reality for their origin
+      and foundation, before they were dressed out in the familiar garb given
+      them by their authors.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <p>
+      So our author is a &ldquo;realist&rdquo; as regards the origin of fairies.
+    </p>
+    <h3>
+      (15) THE LONG-LIVED ANCESTORS.
+    </h3>
+    <p>
+      Source: Taken <i>verbatim</i> from the book quoted. This fable refers to
+      the place, <i>Cwm Caw Lwyd</i>, regarding which the writer says:
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;With regard to the <i>Cwm Caw Lwyd</i>, there is a still extant fable
+      entitled <i>Creaduriaid Hir Hoedlog</i> (i.e., the long-lived ancestors),
+      which seems to be a composition of no modern date. At present the moral of
+      it cannot be elucidated; but it seems that, in one respect, it was
+      intended to represent the solitariness of this place, inhabited only by
+      the weeping owl from remote antiquity; and certainly it is the most
+      solitary and romantic retreat that the mind of man could imagine.&rdquo; The
+      writer says his is a &ldquo;literal translation of the story, according to the
+      Welsh phraseology&rdquo;.
+    </p>
+    <h3>
+      (16) THE GIANTESS&rsquo;S APRON-FULL.
+    </h3>
+    <p>
+      Source: <i>Verbatim</i> from the same book. Referring to the heaps of
+      stone found on the hill-tops, he gives the fable of the heap found upon <i>Bwlchy
+      Ddeufaen</i>, which he says is called <i>Ban Clodidd y Gawres</i>&mdash;literally,
+      the giantess&rsquo;s apron-full.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &ldquo;The writer regards such tales as originally intended as hyperboles, to
+      magnify the prowess and magnanimity of renowned persons.&rdquo;
+     </p>
+    <h3>
+      (17) A FABLE.
+    </h3>
+    <p>
+      Source: Taken <i>verbatim</i> from the same book. The writer quotes it
+      apropos of the Roman custom of bribing the Britons on the mountain tops.
+      We are told the fable was delivered by one of the Britons, named <i>Gwrgan
+      Farfdrwch</i>, who spoke to this effect, and then follows the fable.
+    </p>
+    <h3>
+      (18) THE STORY OF THE PIG-TROUGH.
+    </h3>
+    <p>
+      Source: Told by Hugh&rsquo;s daughter. Genuine.
+    </p>
+    <h3>
+      (19) BILLY DUFFY AND THE DEVIL.
+    </h3>
+    <p>
+      Source: Told me by the old man who told me of the origin of the Welsh.
+      Vague.
+    </p>
+    <h3>
+      (20) JOHN O&rsquo; GROATS.
+    </h3>
+    <p>
+      Same source. Vague.
+    </p>
+    <h3>
+      (21) EVA&rsquo;S LUCK.
+    </h3>
+    <p>
+      Source: A Jersey fisherman. Reliable. He also informed me that large
+      stones, supported on others, were called &ldquo;Fairy Stones&rdquo; in Jersey.
+    </p>
+    <h3>
+      (22) THE FISHERMEN OF SHETLAND.
+    </h3>
+    <p>
+      Source: Told me by a yachting hand, who heard it from a Shetlander named
+      Abernethy who was serving in the same yacht with him. Not many years ago,
+      some volunteers at Beaumaris swore they saw a mermaid there, and fired
+      several shots at it. I think this story to be genuine and beautiful.
+    </p>
+    <h3>
+      (23) THE PASTOR&rsquo;S NURSE.
+    </h3>
+    <p>
+      Source: Reliable. Written for me by the Pastor&rsquo;s mother in French. Given
+      <i>verbatim</i>.
+    </p>
+    <h3>
+      FINAL.
+    </h3>
+    <p>
+      The book I have quoted is in my possession, and was written, I am told, by
+      a Mr. Williams, a Welshman, of Llandegai in Anglesea. That he was shrewd,
+      reasonable, and knew the people of North Wales thoroughly, is evident from
+      the context. The book has no date, but appears to have been written in
+      1800.
+    </p>
+    <div style="height: 6em;">
+      <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />
+    </div>
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+<pre>
+
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