They seen him from the shore, and he flittering something with his two hands. What was it only the sea-monkeys, and he threw the bits of them up on the shore. He came in himself, but they pelted him from it with stones for his power was lost on the land.
But not a one of that family to this present day may venture into the waves, for the Earl's son watches out to destroy them for vengeance and spite.
There was a beautiful young girl living in these parts, and she was greatly admired by every person that seen her.
It happened when she was about nineteen years of age that she fainted one day on the street before the house, where she was washing the spuds for dinner. The mother and sister went out for to carry her in, and they laid her down on the bed--the poor girl never rose from it more. Maybe a week she was lingering dying, not a word ever came from her lips and she used no food at all.
Not a long after the burying her mother heard a rapping on the window, close upon midnight. She rose and she says, "Oh Bridget dear, is it you?"
"It is indeed, mamma," says a voice. "Let you give me a drink of sweet milk and a small taste of bread."
"I've heard tell of the dead were uneasy, but never of one needing food," says the mother.
"The fairies have me away," answers Bridget. "'Tis myself is living this day, and you are after giving decent burial to an old thing they left in my place."
With that the poor mother brought milk and bread to the window and handed it out.
"Will you ever contrive to get home, my poor Bridget?" says she.
"Aye surely," answers the girl, "if the men of this place are worthy their keep. Let you make inquiries among them until you find two strong daring boys are willing to attempt my rescue."
She went away off the street, and the mother went back to her bed.
The next evening there were some of the neighbours came in, and herself gave out all she was after hearing. There were two clever lads in it and they promised for to bring the girl snug and safe to her home.
Not a long after Bridget came back to the window to speak with the mother, so when she heard of the offer was made she says: "The Good People are going away over the moor on Wednesday night and I must journey with them. It is mounted on horses we'll be, and tell the two lads I told them to stand by the gap and watch for the squad going through. I'll be upon the third grey horse to go by, and let the two lads take a hold of me, one at each side. Now if they're not full sure they'll have courage and daring to hold their hold, let them not come near me at all. For if I pass on with the fairies they'll kill me dead for vengeance that night."