Billy thought this very considerate of his master, and thanked him accordingly: "But," said he, "if I may be so bold, sir, I would ask which is the way to your stable, for never a thing do I see but the fort here, and the old thorn tree in the corner of the field, and the stream running at the bottom of the hill, with the bit of bog over against us."
"Ask no questions, Billy," said the little man, "but go over to that bit of bog, and bring me two of the strongest rushes you can find."
Billy did accordingly, wondering what the little man would be at; and he picked out two of the stoutest rushes he could find, with a little bunch of brown blossom stuck at the side of each, and brought them back to his master. "Get up, Billy," said the little man, taking one of the rushes from him and striding across it.
"Where will I get up, please your honour?" said Billy.
"Why, upon horseback, like me, to be sure," said the little man.
"Is it after making a fool of me you"d be," said Billy, "bidding me get a horse-back upon that bit of a rush? May be you want to persuade me that the rush I pulled but awhile ago out of the bog over there is a horse?"
"Up! up! and no words," said the little man, looking very vexed; "the best horse you ever rode was but a fool to it." So Billy, thinking all this was in joke, and fearing to vex his master, straddled across the rush: "Borram! Borram! Borram!" cried the little man three times (which in English, means to become great), and Billy did the same after him: presently the rushes swelled up into fine horses, and away they went full speed; but Billy, who had put the rush between his legs, without much minding how he did it, found himself sitting on horseback the wrong way, which was rather awkward, with his face to the horse"s tail; and so quickly had his steed started off with him, that he had no power to turn round, and there was therefore nothing for it but to hold on by the tail.
At last they came to their journey"s end, and stopped at the gate of a fine house: "Now, Billy," said the little man, "do as you see me do, and follow me close; but as you did not know your horse"s head from his tail, mind that your own head does not spin round until you can"t tell whether you are standing on it or on your heels: for remember that old liquor, though able to make a cat speak, can make a man dumb."
The little man then said some queer kind of words, out of which Billy could make no meaning; but he contrived to say them after him for all that; and in they both went through the key-hole of the door, and through one key-hole after another, until they got into the wine-cellar, which was well stored with all kinds of wine.
The little man fell to drinking as hard as he could, and Billy, noway disliking the example, did the same. "The best of masters are you surely," said Billy to him; "no matter who is the next; and well pleased will I be with your service if you continue to give me plenty to drink."
"I have made no bargain with you," said the little man, "and will make none; but up and follow me." Away they went, through key-hole after key-hole; and each mounting upon the rush which he had left at the hall door, scampered off, kicking the clouds before them like s...o...b..a.l.l.s, as soon as the words, "Borram, Borram, Borram," had pa.s.sed their lips.
When they came back to the Fort-field, the little man dismissed Billy, bidding him to be there the next night at the same hour. Thus did they go on, night after night, shaping their course one night here, and another night there--sometimes north, and sometimes east, and sometimes south, until there was not a gentleman"s wine-cellar in all Ireland they had not visited, and could tell the flavour of every wine in it as well--ay, better than the butler himself.
One night, when Billy Mac Daniel met the little man as usual in the Fort-field, and was going to the bog to fetch the horses for their journey, his master said to him, "Billy, I shall want another horse to-night, for may be we may bring back more company with us than we take." So Billy, who now knew better than to question any order given to him by his master, brought a third rush, much wondering who it might be that should travel back in their company, and whether he was about to have a fellow-servant. "If I have," thought Billy, "he shall go and fetch the horses from the bog every night; for I don"t see why I am not, every inch of me, as good a gentleman as my master."
Well, away they went, Billy leading the third horse, and never stopped until they came to a snug farmer"s house in the county Limerick, close under the old castle of Carrigogunniel, that was built, they say, by the great Brian Boru. Within the house there was great carousing going forward, and the little man stopped outside for some time to listen; then turning round all of a sudden, said, "Billy, I will be a thousand years old to-morrow!"
"G.o.d bless us, sir," said Billy, "will you?"
"Don"t say these words again, Billy," said the little man, "or you will be my ruin for ever. Now, Billy, as I will be a thousand years in the world to-morrow, I think it is full time for me to get married."
"I think so too, without any kind of doubt at all," said Billy, "if ever you mean to marry."
"And to that purpose," said the little man, "have I come all the way to Carrigogunniel; for in this house, this very night, is young Darby Riley going to be married to Bridget Rooney; and as she is a tall and comely girl, and has come of decent people, I think of marrying her myself, and taking her off with me."
"And what will Darby Riley say to that?" said Billy.
"Silence!" said the little man, putting on a mighty severe look: "I did not bring you here with me to ask questions;" and without holding further argument, he began saying the queer words, which had the power of pa.s.sing him through the key-hole as free as air, and which Billy thought himself mighty clever to be able to say after him.
In they both went; and for the better viewing the company, the little man perched himself up as nimbly as a c.o.c.ksparrow upon one of the big beams which went across the house over all their heads, and Billy did the same upon another facing him; but not being much accustomed to roosting in such a place, his legs hung down as untidy as may be, and it was quite clear he had not taken pattern after the way in which the little man had bundled himself up together. If the little man had been a tailor all his life, he could not have sat more contentedly upon his haunches.
There they were, both master and man, looking down upon the fun that was going forward--and under them were the priest and piper--and the father of Darby Riley, with Darby"s two brothers and his uncle"s son--and there were both the father and the mother of Bridget Rooney, and proud enough the old couple were that night of their daughter, as good right they had--and her four sisters with bran new ribands in their caps, and her three brothers all looking as clean and as clever as any three boys in Munster--and there were uncles and aunts, and gossips and cousins enough besides to make a full house of it--and plenty was there to eat and drink on the table for every one of them, if they had been double the number.
Now it happened, just as Mrs. Rooney had helped his reverence to the first cut of the pig"s head which was placed before her, beautifully bolstered up with white savoys, that the bride gave a sneeze which made every one at table start, but not a soul said "G.o.d bless us." All thinking that the priest would have done so, as he ought if he had done his duty, no one wished to take the word out of his mouth, which unfortunately was pre-occupied with pig"s head and greens. And after a moment"s pause, the fun and merriment of the bridal feast went on without the pious benediction.
Of this circ.u.mstance both Billy and his master were no inattentive spectators from their exalted stations. "Ha!" exclaimed the little man, throwing one leg from under him with a joyous flourish, and his eye twinkled with a strange light, whilst his eyebrows became elevated into the curvature of Gothic arches--"Ha!" said he, leering down at the bride, and then up at Billy, "I have half of her now, surely. Let her sneeze but twice more, and she is mine, in spite of priest, ma.s.s-book, and Darby Riley."
Again the fair Bridget sneezed; but it was so gently, and she blushed so much, that few except the little man took or seemed to take any notice: and no one thought of saying "G.o.d bless us."
Billy all this time regarded the poor girl with a most rueful expression of countenance; for he could not help thinking what a terrible thing it was for a nice young girl of nineteen, with large blue eyes, transparent skin, and dimpled cheeks, suffused with health and joy, to be obliged to marry an ugly little bit of a man who was a thousand years old, barring a day.
At this critical moment the bride gave a third sneeze, and Billy roared out with all his might, "G.o.d save us!" Whether this exclamation resulted from his soliloquy, or from the mere force of habit, he never could tell exactly himself; but no sooner was it uttered, than the little man, his face glowing with rage and disappointment, sprung from the beam on which he had perched himself, and shrieking out in the shrill voice of a cracked bagpipe, "I discharge you my service, Billy Mac Daniel--take _that_ for your wages," gave poor Billy a most furious kick in the back, which sent his unfortunate servant sprawling upon his face and hands right in the middle of the supper table.
If Billy was astonished, how much more so was every one of the company into which he was thrown with so little ceremony; but when they heard his story, Father c.o.o.ney laid down his knife and fork, and married the young couple out of hand with all speed; and Billy Mac Daniel danced the Rinka at their wedding, and plenty did he drink at it too, which was what he thought more of than dancing.
THE LITTLE SHOE.
XI.
"Now tell me, Molly," said Mr. Coote to Molly Cogan, as he met her on the road one day, close to one of the old gateways of Kilmallock,[14]
"did you ever hear of the Cluricaune?"
[14] "Kilmallock seemed to me like the court of the Queen of Silence."--_O"Keefe"s Recollections._
"Is it the Cluricaune? why, then, sure I did, often and often; many"s the time I heard my father, rest his soul! tell about "em."
"But did you ever see one, Molly, yourself?"
"Och! no, I never _see_ one in my life; but my grandfather, that"s my father"s father, you know, he _see_ one, one time, and caught him too."
"Caught him! Oh! Molly, tell me how?"
"Why, then, I"ll tell you. My grandfather, you see, was out there above in the bog, drawing home turf, and the poor old mare was tired after her day"s work, and the old man went out to the stable to look after her, and to see if she was eating her hay; and when he came to the stable door there, my dear, he heard something hammering, hammering, hammering, just for all the world like a shoemaker making a shoe, and whistling all the time the prettiest tune he ever heard in his whole life before. Well, my grandfather, he thought it was the Cluricaune, and he said to himself, says he, "I"ll catch you, if I can, and then, I"ll have money enough always." So he opened the door very quietly, and didn"t make a bit of noise in the world that ever was heard; and looked all about, but the never a bit of the little man he could see anywhere, but he heard him hammering and whistling, and so he looked and looked, till at last he _see_ the little fellow; and where was he, do you think, but in the girth under the mare; and there he was with his little bit of an ap.r.o.n on him, and hammer in his hand, and a little red nightcap on his head, and he making a shoe; and he was so busy with his work, and he was hammering and whistling so loud, that he never minded my grandfather till he caught him fast in his hand. "Faith I have you now," says he, "and I"ll never let you go till I get your purse--that"s what I won"t; so give it here to me at once, now."--"Stop, stop," says the Cluricaune, "stop, stop," says he, "till I get it for you." So my grandfather, like a fool, you see, opened his hand a little, and the little fellow jumped away laughing, and he never saw him any more, and the never the bit of the purse did he get, only the Cluricaune left his little shoe that he was making; and my grandfather was mad enough angry with himself for letting him go; but he had the shoe all his life, and my own mother told me she often _see_ it, and had it in her hand, and "twas the prettiest little shoe she ever saw."
"And did you see it yourself, Molly?"
"Oh! no, my dear, it was lost long afore I was born; but my mother told me about it often and often enough."
The main point of distinction between the Cluricaune and the Shefro, arises from the sottish and solitary habits of the former, who are rarely found in troops or communities.
The Cluricaune of the county of Cork, the Luricaune of Kerry, and the Lurigadaune of Tipperary, appear to be the same as the Leprechan or Leprochaune of Leinster, and the Logherry-man of Ulster; and these words are probably all provincialisms of the Irish for a pigmy.
It is possible, and is in some measure borne out by the text of one of the preceding stories [IX.], that the word _luacharman_ is merely an Anglo-Irish induction, compounded of (a rush,) and the English word, _man_.--A rushy man,--that may be, a man of the height of a rush, or a being who dwelt among rushes, that is, unfrequented or boggy places.
The following dialogue is said to have taken place in an Irish court of justice, upon the witness having used the word Leprochaune:--
_Court._--Pray what is a leprochaune? the law knows no such character or designation.
_Witness._--My lord, it is a little counsellor man in the fairies, or an attorney that robs them all, and he always carries a purse that is full of money, and if you see him and keep your eyes on him, and that you never turn them aside, he cannot get away, and if you catch him he gives you the purse to let him go, and then you"re as rich as a Jew.
_Court._--Did you ever know of any one that caught a Leprochaune? I wish I could catch one.
_Witness._--Yes, my lord, there was one--
_Court._--That will do.