Many of the stories in this volume were told by an old man who said he had more and better learning nor the scholars. “The like of them,” he declared, “do be filled with conceit out of books, and the most of it only nonsense; ’tis myself has the real old knowledge was handed down from the ancient times.” The spread of education and cheap literature robbed him of audience: the boys read of adventure by land and sea, the girls interested themselves in the fate of heroes with marble-white complexion and coal-black moustache.
INTRODUCTION
Many of the stories in this volume were told by an old man who said he had more and better learning nor the scholars. "The like of them," he declared, "do be filled with conceit out of books, and the most of it only nonsense; 'tis myself has the real old knowledge was handed down from the ancient times." The spread of education and cheap literature robbed him of audience: the boys read of adventure by land and sea, the girls interested themselves in the fate of heroes with marble-white complexion and coal-black moustache.
But it happened that the old man took a contract to break stones for lime, and a child with an insatiable desire for information came to watch him at work. "I promise you will walk the world, like a Queen of [6]ancient days, renowned for learning and wit," he assured her, delighted to find a listener at last. The child was only seven years old, and could not remember all she heard, so most of his lore died with him.
"The King's Daughter of France," "The Dark Oath," and "Nallagh's Child" were told by other friends.
The Folk Tale is essentially dramatic and loses much when it is written down; moreover it is often put into a form unsuited to the spirit of na?ve philosophy from whence it springs. The peasant of ancient race is more akin to the aristocratic type than the bourgeois can ever be-and the story told from generation to generation bears greater resemblance to the work of a poet than to that of the popular novelist, who is the bourgeois of literature. Superstition in a race is merely the proof of imagination, the people lacking fairy lore must also lack intelligence and wit.
B. HUNT.
INTRODUCTION
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I THE KING'S DAUGHTER OF FRANCE
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II THE COW OF A WIDOW OF BREFFNY
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III KATE ELLEN'S WAKE
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IV THE DARK OATH
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V FAIRY GOLD
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VI M'CARTHY OF CONNACHT
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VII NALLAGH'S CHILD
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VIII THE ENCHANTED HARE
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IX THE BRIDGE OF THE KIST
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X THE CHILD AND THE FIDDLE
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XI THE CUTTING OF THE TREE
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XII THE LITTLE SETTLEMENT
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XIII THE TILLAGE IN THE FORT
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XIV THE NEW DECK OF CARDS
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XV THE LIFTING OF A CHILD
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XVI THE VOICE AT THE DOOR
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XVII THE EARL'S SON OF THE SEA
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XVIII THE GIRL AND THE FAIRIES
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XIX GOOD-NIGHT, MY BRAVE MICHAEL
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XX THE LAD AND THE OLD LASSIE'S SONG
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XXI THE BASKET OF EGGS
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XXII THE BROKEN BRANCH
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XXIII DIGGING FOR GOLD
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XXIV STORY OF A CHURN
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XXV THE GANKEYNOGUE IN THE OAK CHEST
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XXVI THE MAKER OF BROGUES
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