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very old-looking and had a red cap on his head, and she was scared, and chased him out of the house. Many a time after she regretted the loss of her chances, for she never after met with another.

In the same townland (Lemaculla), James Dudgeon, a sturdy Orangeman, and one on whose word I should have complete reliance (he was in my service from 1863 till his death), told me that about the year 1850 he was returning home early one summer's evening, and coming to the ditch of a plantation he saw one of these little fellows with the red cap sitting beneath him in the “shough.” He tried to catch him, but the loughrey-man jumped behind a tree, and peeped round it. Dudgeon chased him about from tree to tree for fully half-an-hour, he said, till tired out; so he wished him good-night, and left him grinning behind a tree.

Robert Loughy, when he was a small boy, lived with his parents on his father's farm, not far from Dungarvan, and remembers that leprechauns had been frequently seen near the cottage. His mother one morning went out of the door and found two beautiful little shirts of very fine and strong material, and admirably made, hanging on the hedge hard by. The family had never seen garments of such good quality, and Robert and his little brother wore them long enough. Wondering at the discovery she showed them to a neighbour woman, who advised her not to tell of her luck to the neighbours, for probably other valuable gifts would be left by the friendly donors. But she was so elated that she could not keep the secret, and every one about heard of her good fortune, and, of course, no more presents were left. He well remembered the beautiful shirts, he said.

The leprechauns appear to be about two feet high.

A Leprechaun in Leitrim. Not far from Fenagh, whose ancient ecclesiastical and other remains are well known, there is a little hollow among the low hilly eminences, not far from the townland of Longstones, where the Druids were all turned into monoliths, and a small bo fills the bottom. In the middle of this patch of bog is a huge boulder. Facing the bog stands a small cottage, and the owner was sitting one sunny day in the doorway, when he noticed what he thought was a small child with a red cap coming down the slope on the far side of the little marshy bog. His curiosity was not excited until the little figure advanced across the heather, and reaching the big stone was seen no more. He then crossed the hundred yards that intervened, and went round the stone, but could not find anyone, and there was no place of hiding.

Days passed away, and he had almost forgotten the occurrence when once more from his doorway he perceived the little figure dressed as before coming down the opposite slope. Throwing down his pipe, he ran to meet it, but when the leprechaun (for so it was) saw his object, he skipped across the grass and heather so rapidly that he reached the stone almost simultaneously with the man who told me the story, and in a moment got on the other side of it and disappeared!“Well," said my friend, "it was unlucky I could not catch him, or I might have got the crock of gold. But the little chap wasn't undacent, for when I got my spade and dug down close to the stone I found not far from the surface them quare stones and bits of things which I brought to your uncle, Mr. Beresford; and he, God bless him, got a nice little sum for them from the Royal Irish Academy for me.” At this lapse of time, I cannot remember what the finds were, but there were some stone celts, and, I think, one or two bronze articles. This happened about the year 1860, and I have forgotten the man's name.

A Magic Cave.


There is a feeder to the River Aille which runs into L. Mask, Co. Mayo, which gathers on the foothills of the Partry Mountains, and as it reaches the lower slopes is blocked by a transverse outcrop of limestone cliff, beneath which it burrows, and after about half a mile or more of subterranean course rises from the ground in a large pool, and then joins the main stream. In heavy rains the entrance to the caves in the cliff becomes a raging whirlpool, which rises 15 or 20 feet up the face of the cliff, the subterranean passage being unable to give vent to the flood. But in ordinary

. weather one can penetrate some distance into the caverns which receive the stream. The place in question is about 12 miles east of Westport on the way to L. Carra. I visited it, desiring to explore the cavern as far as it seemed safe, and took a guide from the nearest part of the main road. When we approached the hollow my guide refused to come further, and tried to dissuade me. He sat down on a height afar off, and would not even go near the entrance. I had to go alone to the foot of the low cliff, but found two of the side entrances choked with débris, and did not venture into the main opening, which did not offer a secure foothold, especially to anyone unaccompanied by a guide. I offered him half a crown, then five shillings, but he said that not for a pound note would he go near the foot of the cliff, and showed such terror that I induced him to give me his reason. He then explained that though persons had penetrated more than once by one of the side openings, he knew a man who having got in suddenly saw the vault lit up by the lights of some large building illuminated with numerous windows, and what he saw and heard was too dreadful to be described, and then he crossed himself and made for his home, leaving me alone on the slope of the hill.

The Phantom Coach

In Leitrim I have often heard of this visitation, and on one occasion was present when the apparition was believed to have occurred. At Mohill Castle, the residence of an uncle of mine, one calm winter's night the family, eight in number, were all sitting in the drawing-room which faced the carriage drive. Suddenly we all heard the wheels of a carriage and the beat of horses' hoofs approaching, and then stopping opposite the hall door. My uncle, wondering who could be arriving at so late an hour, stepped into the hall accompanied by myself, then a lad of about eighteen years of age. As we were unbolting the door the butler also appeared, and said no bell had rung, but that the servants and he had heard a carriage drive up to the door. When it was opened there was nothing to be seen. There was no wind, and we heard only the drip of a drizzling rain from a tree hard by. The drive ended in the sweep opposite the hall door, so it could not have been a passing carriage. Next day a woman living opposite the entrance gate told the usual story of the black coach with horses having been seen driving over the bridge and up the approach.

Usually a headless coachman is on the box.



(Continued from Vol. XXVI. p. 172.)

The Voyage of Kae. Leau, a chief living in Haamea, built a boat to sail in his pond, the same pond that is still to be seen near Fatai. Great was the complaining of the people, for why was the boat not launched in the sea? What purpose in sailing in a pond ?

And Leau, knowing that thus his people spake, bade them prepare to sail and see the talking buko tree and the other marvels of Bulotu. And so they set forth, but when Haapai appeared, and then Vavau, the sailors urged their chief to turn to land, saying that the boat was not fit for distant travel. But Leau refused, and on they sailed to the edge of the heavens.

At last they came to the shallow sea, and after that the sea that is covered with floating pumice fragments, and then they reached the place where the ancients say the sea is viscous. There they struck the sail, and leaping into the water dragged the boat till they came to the pandanus tree that stands on the edge of the world, and the mast becoming entangled in its branches, two of the crew, Kae and Longoboa, clambered into the tree and clung to a bough.

Now in this place the sky is open, and when Kae and Longoboa pushed the boat off strongly it darted through the heavens and disappeared, and therewith disappeared Leau and his companions. But Kae and Longoboa, left clinging in the branches of the pandanus tree, straightway determined that when the tide rose they would swim off, and each seek for himself a land.


So thus they did, and after some days Kae found himself ashore upon the island inhabited by Kanivatu, the great bird of wondrous size. Faint was his heart as he saw the nature of the isle, for stranded there were eight great whales and sword-fish (?) innumerable. And not at the sight of these alone did Kae's spirits droop, but he thought too of the bird Kanivatu, devourer of men. Yet that night he slept between two whales, and when Kanivatu came he crouched down and hid, and even whilst he marvelled at the monstrous size of the great bird he smiled as well, for here was a means whereby to return to the world of men.

And so on a day when Kanivatu was fluttering his wings in preparation for flight, he clung to its breast, as unknown to the mighty bird as if he had been but a flea. Then was Kae borne aloft and hither and thither, clinging fast, for they were yet over the open sea, but when he saw that they were close to a shore he let go at once, and came to land in Samoa, at a place that is called Akana. The chief of the land, Jinilau, received him kindly, and had Kae been content to remain with him all had been well, but he was filled with longing to return to Tongatabu and tell the wonders he had seen.

Now Jinilau had two twin whales, Tonga and Tununga, who, fish as they were, were yet the offspring of a kinswoman of Jinilau. So Jinilau, learning of Kae's desire, ordered the two whales to come and take him to Tongatabu, and forthwith return themselves. Not only so, but he bade the Samoa people bring gifts, and let not one who had dwelt his guest return empty-handed.

Then Kae boarded the whales and they sailed for Tongatabu ; but he harboured in his heart thoughts ill-requiting the kindness of Jinilau, and determined to kill the whales. Accordingly he told them to approach the shore at a shallow place, that they might be stranded whilst he called together the people. And the people came down and smote the whales, slaying Tununga, but Tonga, thanks to his own skill and prudence, escaped. At Kae's bidding Tununga was at once cut up and distributed to the chiefs of the various places, and cooked and eaten.

As for Tonga, he at last arrived back in Samoa, and when the waiting Jinilau, surprised that he should be alone, questioned him, he told the treacherous fate that had overtaken his dear


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