The Bamberg herald. [volume] (Bamberg, S.C.) 1891-1972, 1903-12-10

g M 9 pie that she could turn her
4.A self into hare any minute
Tc< She often said that Far
;ragh Flynn would never come to q
good end because ever and always he
was making fun Of the fairies. When
Farragh heard it he burst out laughing
and said: 1.-The next time Molsh turns
herself into hare I'll get me gum
Its little I care for himself or his
gun, then," sneered Molsh, when the
story was brought to her. She knew
well that when she was under the en-
chantInent the only thing that could
hurt her at all was a golden bullet,
and sure gold was too scarce in Rath-
Na-Gar to 90 shooting hares or rabbits
with it.
2 Farragh Flynn lived alone, all by
I himself, on a farm Of his own, and as
there was big whitethorn tree and a
fairies rath In the corner of his gar
den, every one in the village knew it
wasn't right for him to be making
game of the fairies.
All, he was the stubborn man en-
tirely, and him a young man at that.
He wouldn't believe that Dominick
Dolan saw the ghost that disappeared
In flash O. fire at cock-crow, and he
!!even wouldn't give in that there was
such thing as banshee, after all the
Village heard it the night before the
big wind.
i Well, it was bad enough to be SO un-
reasonable as to deny the evidence OF
the senses, you might say, but when
,sFarragh dug up the big whitethorn
bush and leveled out the fairies rath
lat the end Of his garden for potato
patch everybody held his breath. know
ing the good people would soon have
their revenge on him.
k The whitethorn bush was as old as
the cliffs Of Rath-Na-Gar. No one
knew when it began growing, and
some thought maybe 1t never grew at
Jail, but was built far back in the be-
tginning Of the world by the fairies for
reasons best known to themselves At
any rate it was we'll known to be the
meeting place Of the good people. and
1t was at it's foot they always went Into
their underworld and came out Of 1t,
800.
4 When Dominick Dolan's cow was be-
;witched, and he caught hold Of her by
the tail to keep her from the fairies,
sure, didn't she disappear into that
same rath Of an evening, dragging
IDominick with her into the finest
country man ever laid eyes on. A
small, pleasant-spoken man wanted to
treat Dominick to a jorum Of punch;
but Dominick knew well that If he
took food or drink he would never
come back, and, greatly as he liked to
be sociable, he put the temptation be-
hind him, and that's why he came out
of the place all right with his COW.
j But the cow never was the same
since. She wouldn't give a drop of
milk excepting when the village piper
would play 1.-THE Coolin," or the
,"Cruiskeen Lawn" Now it was
mighty unhandy to have to send for
the piper every time Dominick Dolan's
people wanted to milk their COW, and
when the piper died not drop more
milk would she give. They tried Darby
,Fogarty's flute on her, but it was no
use; nothing but the pipes would move
her. and seeing there was no other
piper to be had, she went dry.
/ But that was neither here nor there.
It's Farragh Flynn I'm telling about.
when Phelim Tigue, the fisherman,
heard that Farragh turned the rath
into a potato patch, he said: It's
meself that wouldn't like to ate wan
O. thin praties that'll grow there"
can, shure, what harum would it do
YOU, father?" asked his daughter Kath-
leen. the prettiest girl in all the vii
Iage.
/ "No harm in the world, alanna," said
Molsh Mooney, with knowing wink;
."for it isn't praties that will grow
there at all, but thistles."
l. Maybe you don't like Farragh," Gays
Kathleen, with a toss Of her pretty
head.
! I'm sorry for thin that does" and
tMolsh spoke as if she knew Kathleen's
secret.
/ To tell the truth, Kathleen did love
Farragh, and Farrag gh loved her in re-
turn, but between themselves it was;
although Molsh limited many a time
that it wasn't right to love man VINO
wasn't friendly with the good people.
! Many's the time Kathleen went out
fishing with her father in his small
boat. or curragh, and it was good to see
her pulling on an oar like the best,
while her black hair was blown about
her rosy cheeks by the salt sea breezes.
! Farragh Flynn didn't go out in the
boats very often, but he was fond OF
Dream fishing from the great cliff or
iRath-Na-Gar, which was nearly five
hundred feet high and mostly white
with sea gulls that had their nests
there.
+; There he would fish for hours with
a hand line, so close to the edge OF the
cliff that it would make your head or
mine dizzy to 90 so near. and listen to