The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1892-10-01

V<0XNu NW. Ve nearu Tell ABOUT
MM, people that lives I'M
pMul dher the say, and why
W couldn't they do the
% same If they liked,
whin they're all the same as fairies,
only our fairies do be livin' within the
hills instead lofunder the wather. And,
sure, don't they say that there's dhry
land undher the wather. only it isn't
every one that can find it.
A long time ago, I dunno how far
back, maybe couple OF hundred
years, there used to be plinty OF fair
los, both on the land and undher the
wather. They had their queens and
lords and ladies and war tho height
81 quality, let me tell ye. Mushal
sure it's often I heard my grand
father and lot more of the auld lads
tellin'of all the quare experiences they
had and a lot more they didn't have.
And the wonderful yarns they used
to spin. Pom my soul, now that
think OF it, often wondher that
none OF thin liver recollected that they
had sowlsto save. Be the powers OF
turf! Baron Munchausen was a school
boy to some OF thin and he was a
janus-entirely. There was one ould
lad be the name Natty Blake and
och, murther! but it was an admir-
alton to hear him tell story. ! re-
member one he used to tell about the
gay fairies, and it wasn't a bad one
aleher. I'll tell it to you if ye like.
just in the place where Monkstown
b now there used to be lot OF fine
farms, and from all accounts they
hadn't an aquail in the whole OF Ire
land. OF coorse, this was long before
aither my grandfather or his father
was born, or maybe his grandfather
for that matther; but that's naither
here nor there wild the story. AS I
said before, there war Elegant farms,
and one OF thin belonged to q stout,
able lump OF boy by the name OF
Jerry o Sullivan. His land ran right
down to the Lee, and many's the day
he took a sthroll down to the river
and caught q fine mess offresh fish for
himself.
One night he had bit of exthra-
good luck, and he sat down on the
Rank to admire the fine big fish on his
hook he heard a quare sort OF noise
IN the wather. There it was, bubblin'
.And boilins for all the world as if it
WINS over q tearin' big fire.
'"What the dickens is going an there,
i Wondther?" says he to himself.
Ehe biibblin' got foudher and loud
her, and soon my brave Jerry thought
at safest to get abide somewhere and
Walsh matthers. He got behind a
big rock and purity soon he saw the
head and shoulders of most beau
tiful lady comm up out ofthe wather.
II couldn't be said that she was
dhressed in the height OF fashion, for
the devil thing she had on her, bar
rim bit OF a red cap that was on
top OF her head. She hardly reached
Che surface whin up comes second
and third lady, and Jerry could count
at least, a dozen OF thin.
Every one of thin wore the same
kind OF q little red cap, and whin
they got out o. the wather on to the
Ahore, they took of the caps and
threw thin a. one side. One O. the
caps kem over near where Jerry was
hidin' and the vagabone reached out
his hand and stole it. He showed it
into his pocket and kept an eye on
the mermaids. dunno that / can
say much for his dacency, SEEM that
none of the girls had brought her duds
along; afeared o. gettin' thin wet, l
suppose.
Well, to go on wild my story; the
women sang lot O. songs, and Jerry
used to say that, although hecouldn't
understand q word OF what they
sang, he never heard the likes o such
music in all his days. Afther awhile,
they seemed to think it was time to
be maxim move home, and they be-
gin to pick up their caps and put thin
ON their heads.
ibid anyone see a cap that didn't
belong to herr" says one OF thin,
hnntin' around and turnin' up a lot OF
tho stones on the sthrand. Everyone
Of ithim declared that she had only
her own cap and hadn't laid eyes on
hers. Still she wouldn't believe thin.
aCome on now, girls, don't be
maxim geme of me, but give it upp
says she. The whole of thin ran
around here and there thryin' to find
the cap, but the divil hide or hair
OF it could they find anywhere. How
could they, whin it was in the thief's
pocket. Whin the poor creature saw
that the cap WAS lost, she raised the
mischiefs own pilleliew; ye'd think