Seligor's Castle, fun for all the children of the world. Fairyland
SELIGOR'S CASTLE. IN LAKE-LAND
There's a world I may not enter that I'd like so much to know, And it's down beneath the lakelet where the water lilies grow; I have seen the trees all golden when the leaves were falling fast, And their sky like soft blue satin with white clouds a-sailing past.
It lies very still and lonely, and I think they're all asleep, For they ever come to greet me when I peer at them and peep: But once when I was gazing a boy looked up at me - His curly hair was brown like mine, and he laughed so merrily
But he cannot leave his kingdom, underneath the rippling blue - He can only look and wonder at the world of me and you; Some day, perhaps, he'll tell me all about that lakeland city And whether he has toys like mine, and a small cat called kitty.
By R B Ince, who also wrote: The Little Girl on Stilts, The Moon Boat,
SELIGOR WELCOMES YOU TO FAIRYLAND.
THEN SHE WELCOMES YOU TO
THE LAND OF RED DAISIES.
A fairy and a witch fell out about a magic ring, and they came to the young andhandsome king of the country and asked him to decide to which of them the ring belonged. The fairy said the witch had stolen it from her, and the witch said that she had bought it from a magician in the Land of Red Daisies. The king looked at the ring, and finding no name upon it, he handed it back to the witch, and said: "Let me see what enchantment you can work with it." The witch rubbed the ring, and nothing wonderful happened. The king then handed the ring to the fairy, and she kissed it and touched his silver throne with it, and the throne turned to pure gold. "Rings belong to those who can use them, " said the king, giving it to the fairy. "And asses' heads belong to those who deserves them," said the witch, touching the king with her wand. The courtiers gave a cry of horror, the king had become a man with an ass's head. Bur the fairy said to him: "Love can cure the effects of hate, marry at once a sweet and trustful wife, and the spell will soon be removed." The king then commanded all the young girls in the country to assemble before his palace so that he might choose one of them to be his bride. He looked at each of them in turn, and each of them in turn started back in disgust at the sight of his ass's head, and he sadly dismissed them all. As he was coming away he saw something moving behind a tree, and found there a pretty beggar-maid. Being barefooted and clothed in rags, she had been ashamed to stand among the other girls. The king looked at her , and, finding that her eyes were full of pity and love, he exclaimed: "You shall be my queen."
He appointed ten maids of honour to array her in beautiful robes and glittering jewels and then he led her to the cathedral, where they were married. "Now," he said, "do not seek to know anything about me until tomorrow morning, and then you shall know everything." But in the night the young queen touched her husband's head and felt that he had a human face: she got up from the bed and lighted a candle and looked at him. Yes it was true ! The ass's head had disappeared and he was a young and handsome man again. She made a movement of joy, and tipped the candle. A drop of the grease fell upon her husband's hand and he awoke and said: "Unhappy girl, tomorrow morning the spell would have been entirely removed. But alas the wicked witch has regained her power over me, and I must go and live with her in the Land of Red Daisies." In a moment he was gone; but the young queen felt that she could not live without him, and bravely set out to find the Land of Red Daisies. But luck was with her this night for outside the palace she met the fairy. "Excuse me but could you tell me the way to the Land of Red Daisies?" she asked. The fairy frowned, "I do believe that is the Land where a witch lives, and unfortunately I have never been there. But here take my magic ring, and I am sure it will help you." The fairy vanished and the young queen wondered how the ring might help her. I really do need some money to take with me on my journey," she said, placing the ring on a small stone where she was sat. "Ping!" as she finished the sentence the little stone turned to gold. Very soon the young queen had left the land where she had grown up and was travelling far and wide in search of her husband. She was so fed up, every where she went the answer was always the same. That was until she came to the edge of a great desert and there at the edge was a small wooden hut. Knocking on the door, she waited, it was soon answered by a little old woman. "Excuse me but can you tell me the way to the Land of Red Daisies, it is very important that I get there as soon as I can." "I'm afraid I don't know where it is but I do have a pig that vanishes in the night and comes back with precious things, maybe just maybe that is where your land is. The only trouble being that I can't tell you which way it goes for I never know when he's going to leave agin." "It is alright." said the young queen. "If you won't mind me sleeping in the sty with your pig, I will wait till he goes and follow him." And this she did. She lay down in her beautiful gown on the straw besides the pig. And sure enough in the middle of the night the pig awoke, shook himself and left the sty, with the young queen in pursuit. She followed it through the dessert and into a strange red land. The daisies were red, and the leaves on the trees were red that stood amidst a strange red place. Carefully she managed to tie the pig to a tree with a piece of material that had torn off her dress and not long after a ragged peasant girl came by and the young girl begged her to change clothes with her. Then making her way to a red palace that she could see in the distance she was offered a job as a maid. "you will have to work very hard and help me to get a feast ready," said the cook. "Our mistress is a witch and her daughter is about to marry the king of a country beyond the great desert." "That must be my husband," the young queen said to herself, and going up the stairs, she soon located her fated husband in the room where he was sitting. She waited patiently until the middle of the night then she crept back to his room and wakened him. He did not recognise her but he remembered everything when she kissed the magic ring and touched him with it. The fairies magic worked and silently they made their way away from the Red Palace and back to where the pig was still tied to the tree. The young queen immediately released him and they quickly followed him across the desert and back to the old woman. "I see you have got what you were looking for." she smiled at the young queen, you try hard not to lose him again," and once more there before them stood the fairy. The young queen and king, gave the good fairy her ring back and they travelled back to their own country where they both lived long and good lives with much happiness and joy.
SMALL TALE FROM THE FLOWER LEGENDS BY M.C. CAREY Clematis - Red Geranium - Wallflower Share
""You flowers are making a perfect catspaw of me !" exclaimed the little Breeze as he got up with the dawn. "I am not going to listen to you any longer. I am going out to sea, to make mare's tails of the clouds and white horses of the waves, and if you attempt to stop me I shall rise into a . . . a perfect Gale, so there .... !" He added triumphantly, knowing that gardesns hate gales. " of course, " remarked a purple Clematis, which was languishing over the wall the Breeze was sitting upon, admiring himself before he went. "Of course, you can blow yourself into fifty gales, and never scare me. Nothing short of a tempest even lulls me to sleep ! " " Nonsense, " said the little Breeze doubtfully. "I was born in a hurricane," the flower went on tranquilly. Years and years ago the Cossacks were waging a great war with the Tartars, and fighting for their very existence. But one day, when the battle was at its height, panic seemed to seize the ranks, and they realised the tremendous odds pitted against them, and turned as one man to flee. Cut to the soul, the proud old Cossack leader raised his pike and struck his forehead with the hilt, and on the instant a mighty tempest rose and whirled like leaves before the blast the cowardly horseman, and high in the air their craven dust mingled with that of their enemies as they died, blown into a thousand fragments. From this dust the Clematis sprang, but the Cossack tribe were sore troubled in their souls that their bones for ever lay amidst the Tartar throng, and, praying to the holy Saints, they asked that the fair flower of Clematis might spread far to the Ukraine. The Saints granted their prayer, and to this day they hold in Little Russia that if every man would hang a garland of the flower suspended from his belt, so quickly would the fallen Cossacks rise again to life. So naturally, I am not interested in mere Gales," the Clematis, concluded, as it fell asleep immediately. "Good-bye," called the red Geranium from the border as the Breeze began to puff himself out, ready for departure. "Give my love to the Prophet when you meet him ! " " Why should I ? " replied the Breeze sulkily between puffs. "Oh, only because I belong to him, you know," answered the Geranium eagerly. "One day he washed his shirt and threw it over a plant of Mallow to dry. When he removed it, I was there instead, born by contact with the sacred garment. Remember me to him when you meet !" "All right," said the Breeze. " If only I could get away." He was now beginning to rise, and had got himself entangled in a tuft of Wallflowers "Oh ! what is it you want now ? " He sighed impatiently. "Nothing much, " answered the Wallfowers. "But you may as well listen to us as to anyone else. After all it is our wall you're sitting on all this time. . . Long, long ago there lived a young and beautiful maiden, who was never allowed to set foot outside her father's garden. It was a beautiful garden, full of shady trees and fascinating twisty paths, just the place for hide and seek, only the maiden had no one with whom to play. She longed to go through the big gates, and see all the wonderful things that lay outside. The castle reared its old grey head upon the far bank of the river Tweed, and the maid would fain wed the young heir of a hostile clan. He, rendered desperate by her father's jealous guard, stole one night to the castle garden and , in the guise of a wandering minstrel, sang to his love of love's enchantment. In his song he sang to her of flight, and told her in the soft, melodious strains to fly with him that night, when she should hear the moorcock's note borne on the breeze to greet her listening ear. He there below the wall would wait, with horse and man, and ride with her to home and happiness. When darkness fell, and the moon's fleeting beams sank low, the moorcock's challenge sounded through the silence, and the maiden crept from her room, escaping into the moonlit garden, clad in her banqueting robe of gold, which she endevoured to conceal unter a mantle of russet-brown. The girl bore with her a silken cord to aid her in her descent from the wall, to the top of which she easily climbed, as an old Apple tree lent its gnarled and trusty branches to help on the adventure. With excited fingers she fastened the cord to the tree,and, hearing her lover below, threw down the twisted strand before climbing carefully down to the encircling shelter of his arms. But Alas ! tempted down to slide withal, she brought all her weight to bear upon the slender strands. 'The silken twist untied' and she fell , bruised to earth, only to find death in her lover's arms. Venus, from above , who in the old days looked down in pity from the halls of Olympus on such deeds of love, sorrowed for the young couple with such a sad end. So, bending low, she turned the maiden into the blushing flower which ever since has haunted grey old walls, enriching them with the robe of gold and cloak of russet-red, which man have learnd to call the Wallflower.
I do hope you enjoyed these three small extracts from the wonderful Flower Legends by M.C. Carey.
Beneath the lowly wash-house shelf - But why a horse ? I often think; It doesn't eat! it doesn't drrink ! It has no tail, it has no head, Only a wooden rail instead !
But sometimes on a washing-day Our clothes-horse really does look gay; A goodly, well-appointed steed, Really to gallop off at need; With trappings billowing around And fringes sweeping to the ground.
At times like these I think it looks Like horses out of story-books; And if I saw it move to go I wouldn't dare to whisper "Whoa !" And if it chose to disappear It wouldn't seem so very queer. . . .
But so far it has simply stood A common clothes-horse made of wood.
A FAIRY SONG Share Buttercups in the sunshine look Like little cups of gold. Perhaps the fairies come to drink The raindrops that they hold.
The daisies with their golden hearts Fringed all about with white, Are little plates for fairy folk To sup from every night.
Soft moss a downy pillow makes, And green leaves spread a tent, Where fairy folk may rest and sleep Until their night is spent.
The bluebird sings a lullaby, The firefly gives a light, The twinkling stars are candles bright; Sleep fairies, all, good night.
It took me ages to try and find out who wrote this poem, but I did, only as a quote which I have copied below.
Thankyou Elizabeth T Dillingham
And thank you to The Quote Garden, who I'm sure you will all go over to see their beautiful site. Gosh it will be another seven years till I make it to their marvellous time on the web. Thankyou. Seligor.
Soft moss a downy pillow makes, and green leaves spread a tent, Where Faerie fold may rest and sleep until their night is spent. The bluebird sings a lullaby, the firefly gives a light, The twinkling stars are candles bright, Sleep, Faeries all, Good Night.
She stands on ground above an ice-bound spring, A little, silent, frozen, fairy thing. Watching and waiting, with an outstretched hand Holding her frozen wand.
How comes she there? Indeed I cannot tell; She stands as if enchanted by a spell; The snow around is still as still can be, But not more still than she.
Perhaps she loved the little dancing spring And came the summer through to hear it sing; And played with it, and watched it leap and run And sparkle in the sun.
And when King Winter strode across the land, And stilled the water with his icy hand And bought its happy laighter to an end, She would not leave her friend. But stayed beside it, knowing very well She too must fall at last beneath the spell, And stand for days and nights of bitter chill All dumb and cold and still.
Yet very soon the winter will be done And very soon the friendly, smiling sun Will melt away the icy bonds at last Which hold them both so fast. Then will she will shake her wings and move about And call her watery friend to hasten out And they will dance again and laugh and sing - The Fairy and the Spring.
By Rose Fyleman...
She was born in Nottingham on 6 March 1877, the third child of John Feilmann and his wife, Emilie, née Loewenstein, who was of Russian extraction. Her father was in the lace trade, and the family were Jews who had come from Jever in Oldenburg in Germany in 1860.
She died at a nursing home in St. Albans on 1 August 1957.
All the trouble arose one day when the Princess (there is always a Princess in a fairy tale, you know) was playing in the garden with her ball. She threw it up in the air much higher than usual and it never came down again. There was an awful shriek, like ten thousand steam-engines; all the ladies-in-waiting fainted in a row, the inhabitants of the place went stone-deaf, and the Captain of the Guard, who was in attendance with a company of his troops, seized the Princess, put her on his horse, galloped away followed by his soldiers to a castle on the top of a hill, deposited the Princess in the highest room, and then and only then told her what had happened.
"Miss," he said, for he was so upset he forgot Court etiquette, "Miss, your ball must have hit the Dreadful Griffin in the eye (I noticed he was taking a little fly in the neighbourhood) and that was the reason for the awful shriek. Well, Miss, the Dreadful Griffin never was known to forgive anybody anything, so I snatched you up quick before he could get at you and brought you to the Castle of the White Cats. There are seventeen of these animals sitting outside the door and twenty-seven more standing in the court-yard, so you're as safe as safe can be, for the Dreadful Griffin can't look at a white cat without getting the ague and then he shakes so a mouse wouldn't be afraid of him. And now, Miss, I must go back to your Royal Pa, so I will wish you good-morning."
Having made this long speech the Captain suddenly remembered the Court etiquette, became very hot and red, went out of the room backwards, and instantly fell over the seventeen cats who all swore at him, which so confused the poor man that he rolled down the stairs and out into the court where the twenty-seven cats were having rations of mouse-pie served out to them; and the Captain rolled into the middle of the pie, scalded himself badly with the gravy, and was thankful to jump on his horse and ride away with his soldiers to report matters to the King.
The King was so pleased with his promptitude that he made him the General of the Flying Squadron, which only fights in the air, and conferred on him the medal of the Society for the Suppression of Superfluous Salamanders, whereat the Captain was overjoyed.But this is a digression, and I only told you because I wanted you to see that virtue is always rewarded.
Now for the poor Princess. Well, she cried a little, of course, but the cats brought her some mouse-pie, which she found very good, and she was soon quite happy playing with some of the kittens and nearly forgot all about the Dreadful Griffin; but he did not forget about her, oh dear no! He flew after the Captain when he galloped away with the Princess, but when he saw the White Cats he shook with ague so fearfully that his teeth rolled about in his mouth like billiard balls and he had to go and get a new set before he could eat his dinner. Well, he was in a perfect fury, and how to get at the Princess he did not know. He swallowed several buckets of hot brimstone, rolled his head in a red flannel petticoat, put his tail in a hot sand bag, and went to bed hoping to cure the ague, which he did completely, so that he was quite well next day and more anxious to eat the Princess than ever.
Now next door to the Dreadful Griffin (that is, a hundred miles away) there lived a Wicked Witch, and he went to consult her as to how he might get at the Princess. When the Wicked Witch heard what a sad effect White Cats had on the Griffin's constitution she said that she would have expected a Griffin of his coils to have had more sense.
"Any slow-worm knows," said the Wicked Witch, "that cats love mice better than Princesses; therefore get a large sack of fat mice, let them loose a little way from the castle, and when the cats see them they will run after them, and you can eat the Princess."
The Dreadful Griffin was so pleased with the Wicked Witch that he presented her with a pair of fire-bricks and a hot-water in, and then flew away to the Purveyor of Mice, who lived in a town about seventy miles away. He bought twelve hundred dozen fat mice of the best quality, all the Purveyor had in stock that were home-grown, and flew on with them to the castle. When he was a little way off he let the mice out, expecting all the cats to arrive at once, but not a cat appeared. They heard mice and they smelt mice, but not a cat moved, for they were on their honour, so they kept guard and licked their lips sadly. When the Griffin saw the last of the twelve hundred dozen mice disappearing down the road with never a cat after them, he was in a tremendous temper and flew away to the house of the Wicked Witch, only stopping to pick up a steam engine which he dropped through her roof, and then went home to bed. Next day he remembered a friend of his called the Grumpy Giant, who lived six doors away, that is, about a thousand miles, so he flew to ask his advice. When the Giant heard his story, he said in the gruffest voice you ever heard,
"Mice is common, try sparrers" (by which you can see that he was quite an uneducated person), and then he turned over and went to sleep.
The Dreadful Griffin at once flew away to the Sparrow Preserves, bought eleven thousand, and then proceeded to let them fly close to the castle. Still not a cat moved. As the cats' copy-book well says, "Honour is dearer to cats than mice or birds," and all the kittens write this in round-hand as soon as they can do lesson sat all and never forget it.
Well, I really dare not describe the state of mind the Griffin was in; but he made the air so hot that all the people put on their thinnest clothes, although it was the middle of winter. He flew home puffing and snorting, and on the way he passed the house of the Amiable Answer. He went in and told his story, and his voice shook with rage. The Amiable Answerer gave him a penny pink ice to cool him down, and then said gently:--
"I think, dear Mr. Griffin, that green spectacles would meet your case. Then the cats which are now white would appear to you green and . . . . . . "
But the Griffin was already half-way to a Watchmaker's where they sold glasses. He burst into the shop, frightened the watchmaker so that he fell into the works of the watch he was mending and could only be got out with the greatest difficulty, seized twelve pairs of green spectacles, put them on all at once and flew towards the castle.
Now the Dreadful Griffin was on of those creatures who do not stop to think, consequently he came to grief. White cats gave him the ague, but green dogs made him cough most fearfully; and a little way out of the town he met thirteen white poodles taking a walk, who of course all looked bright green to the Dreadful Griffin. He coughed so fearfully that all the twelve pairs of spectacles fell off his nose and were smashed to bits, and this plan was spoilt once more.
No, I am not going to tell you what the Dreadful Griffin said and did then, it is too terrible to speak of,
but he had to keep in bed for a week and drink hot tar and have his chest ironed with a steam roller and his nose greased with twelve pounds of tallow candles; but all his misfortunes did not cure him of wanting to eat the Princess. When his cough was better, he went for a walk in the wood near which he lived, to think out a new plan. Suddenly he heard something croaking, and saw the Fat Frog sitting under a tree. Now the Dreadful Griffin was so low in his mind that he wanted to tell someone his troubles, so he told the Fat Frog.
"Don't come near me," said the Fat Frog when he had finished, "for I hate heat. If you look under the fifth tree from the end of the wood you'll find a think packet. Put it in sixteen gallons of water and pour it over the cats, only mind you shut your eyes first, and for goodness sake don't come into this wood any more, you dry up the moisture."
The Griffin quite forgot to thank the Fat Frog, he was a Griffin of no manners, but he didn't forget to take the packet. It was labelled "Reckitt's," and when he put it in the water all the water turned bright blue. Then he took the pail in his claw, flew to the castle, shut his eyes and poured some of the contents of the pail over the cats in the courtyard.
When he opened his eyes there were twenty-seven bright blue, damp, depressed cats; and he passed them without any difficulty. He shut his eyes, wriggled up the stairs, poured the remaining mixture over the seventeen cats, who all turned as blue as the rest, and then he burst open the door of the Princess's room. Fortunately there was a kind Fairy flying over the castle at that very moment, who, seeing what was happening, changed the Princess into a flea so that the dreadful Griffin couldn't see her anywhere.
No, if I couldn't tell you before, I certainly must not attempt now to describe the Griffin's behaviour when he found the Princess thus snatched from his jaws. He went grunting and bellowing and screaming along; and just as he was stopping to take a breath he heard someone roaring with laughter, and saw a little yellow man sitting on the top bough of a tree.
"Are you laughing at ME?" said the Dreadful Griffin (he was so angry that he was quite polite). And the little man said quite as politely that he certainly was.
"Why?" said the Dreadful Griffin, still fearfully polite. "Because you're such a green Griffin," said the yellow man; and he screamed with laughter again; "I know all about it, you've blued the cats and now the Princess has greened you. She's turned into a flea, and you still want to eat her, and it never occurred to you, you green old grampus of a Griffin, that fleas like cats. I suppose the Princess flea wouldn't jump on to a tabby kitten, and you couldn't swallow the kitten--oh dear, no--of course not . . . "
But the Griffin was gone. He went to the Zoo, found a tabby kitten, though they are rare in that country, and flew back with it to the Princess's room.
He waited half-an-hour and then swallowed the kitten at one gulp; but he instantly burst in four pieces, for the fluffy kitten tickled his digestive organs so much that they cracked his sides and he died; and the flea and the kitten came out quite unhurt, only a little damp.
Then a wonderful thing happened. The tabby kitten changed into the little yellow man who had laughed at the Griffin. He grew, and grew, and in a few minutes he was a handsome prince. His name was Prince Orange Plushikins. One day a cruel witch whom he had offended had changed him into an ugly yellow man, and had sworn that he should only regain his shape if he was eaten by a Griffin when under the form of a tabby kitten; which you know was precisely what happened. Well, Prince Orange Plushikins at once asked the Princess Flea to marry him, and the minute the flea said "Yes," the Princess Reappeared.
She and the Prince were married next morning; and all the cats went to the steam laundry and were washed and bleached and had their tails crimped and their whiskers starched; and they danced at the wedding, and everybody lived happily ever after.
Fairy rings are made from a kind of fungus. Now, it is the great mark of all fungus ~ including those we can eat, which we call mushrooms ~ that they contain no green matter, such as we find in grass or in the leaves of trees. It is by this green matter that green plants live on the air, those that are without it have to feed like an animal, not on the air but on liquid things or solids. Animals can move to the food they want; but plants, even fungus cannot. Let us suppose that a fungus starts at some place in the ground and, and that an old one as it dies buds off new ones all around. The place were they started will soon have all the food taken out of it, but on the outside there will be some more food, so the new fungus can grow on the outside but not on the inside. On the inside of the growing line the food constantly being used up, and so a fungus gradually dies, leaving nothing behind. This means that a ring will be formed, and as time goes on this ring will grow bigger and bigger as the new fungus growing on the outside of the ring spread out in search of new soil that still contains the food upon which they can live. This is a vert different explanation from what is suggested in the name fairy rings, but it has the great advantage of being perfectly true. There are many legends told in various parts of the country about these wonderful rings, and so, perhaps, there is some excuse for the superstitious country folk looking upon them as a kind of fairy or magic circle.
THE FAIRY TULIPS Share Some time ago an old lady came to live near a fairy field on Whitchurch Down, in Devon, and she planted about her cottage a garden of tulips. The fairies have always been very, very fond of these flowers, and under their care the tulips became more fragrant than any rose or violet, and blossomed all year long. The fairies used to carry their babies at night into the garden and put them in the tulips, and rock and sing them to sleep; and they sang so sweetly that the old lady often sat up late to listen to their singing. Then sad day the old lady died, and a new tenant moved into the cottage and took over the garden. Unfortunately the new tenant prefered cabbages to tulips and he uprooted all the tulips in the garden. This made the fairies so angry and instead of having a garden full of vegetables, the fairies bewitched it so that nothing would grow there again. They then planted the tulips on the grave of the old lady who had loved them and looked after them, and there it is said the fairy flowers still bloom.
Poor Pussy is down the Well Can anyone help him please, Could be that Jack and Jill could help But he was busy breaking his knees.
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Scanned at sacred-texts.com, February, 2004. John Bruno Hare, redactor. This text is in the public domain. These files may be used for any non-commercial purpose, provided this notice of attribution is left intact.
The Coming of BrideFrom the painting by John Duncan, A.R.S.A.
The Coming of Bride, by John Duncan (color image of original painting)
Wonderful tales you can read along with the family, because I am sure that everyone will want to read these four little stories aboy the little people that the Fairy Queen sent into exile.
THE EXILED FAIRIES
The Fairy Queen banishes from Fairyland any fairy who disobeys her orders. Then the exile wanders about alone through the land in search of companions. As the queen's subjects shun the banished fairy man or woman, he or she must needs make friends with human beings.
The Goona is the name given to one class of fairy exiles. A Goona is very kindly and harmless, and goes about at night trying to be of service to mankind. He herds the cattle on the hills, and keeps them away from dangerous places. Often he is seen sitting on the edge of a cliff, and when cattle come near he drives them back. In the summer and autumn seasons he watches the cornfields, and if a cow should try to enter one, he seizes it by a horn and leads it to hill pasture. In winter time, when the cattle are kept in byres, the Goona feels very, lonely, having no work to do.
Crofters speak kindly of the Goona, and consider themselves lucky when one haunts their countryside. They tell that he is a little fairy man with long golden hair that falls down over his shoulders and back. He is clad in a fox's skin, and in wintry weather he suffers much from cold, for that is part of his punishment. The crofters pity him, and wish that he would come into a house and sit beside a warm fire, but this he is forbidden to do.
If a crofter were to offer a Goona any clothing the little lonely fellow would have to go away and he could never return again. The only food the exiled fairy can get are scraps and bones flung away by human beings. There are songs about the Goona. One tells:
He will watch the long weird night, When the stars will shake with fright, Or the ghostly moon leaps bright O'er the ben like Beltane fire. If my kine should seek the corn He will turn them by the horn, And I'll find them all at morn Lowing sweet beside the byre.
Only those who have "second sight"--that is, the power to see supernatural beings and future events-can behold a Goona. So the song tells:
Donald Ban has second sight, And he'll moan the Goona's plight When the frosts are flickering white, And the kine are housed till day; For he'll see him perched alone On a chilly old grey stone, Nibbling, nibbling at a bone That we've maybe thrown away.
He's so hungry, he's so thin, If he'd come we'd let him in; For a rag of fox's skin Is the only thing he'll wear. He'll be chittering in the cold As he hovers round the fold, With his locks of glimmering gold Twined about his shoulders bare.
A shepherd lad from Mothvey was tending his sheep one afternoon beside Van Lake, in the Black Mountains of Wales, when three fairy maids came out of the water and began to play on the grass. They were all beautiful, but the youngest was the most beautiful and the shepherd fell madly in love with her.
He won her as his bride and they were married at Mothvey Church. "Now mind," said his new wife "if you ever strike me three times I will return to the lake.
The shepherd, told her that he would never raise in hand to her and they lived very happily and produced three beautiful sons. However once when the shepherd asked his wife if she would go and fetch a horse for them to ride to the christening, she quite forgot to do so and with out thinking of her threat, her husband slapped her on her shoulder, telling her to remember to do as your forbidden next time. "That's one"said the fairy maid. Not long after they has been invited to a wedding but for all the time they were at the reception the fairy maid did cry. Her husband getting very upset for spoiling the party slapped her again, asking her "why do you cry." "I cry, dear husband for I know this marriage will prove an unhappy one. And I will remind you that you now have struck me twice." The because became very careful after that, but later in time the good couple were invited to attend a good friends funeral, that of their baby.. But at the funeral, the shepherds wife shocked everybody by singing and dancing. Her husband shocked slaapped his wife and asked her, "why ! why!, do you sing and dance, is this a time of rejoicing? "Yes it is," said the fairy maid. The baby has escaped the sorrows of Earth and he has entered the Kingdom of Heaven." She sighed, "But that was the third blow. Farewell!" And she ran down to Van Lake and disappeared. 'They do say however, that when her own three sons grew up, she appeared again and gave them three, the gift of healing.'