Identifier: cu31924026392799 (find matches)
Title: Irish fairy tales
Year: 1920 (1920s)
Authors: Stephens, James, 1882-1950 Rackham, Arthur, 1867-1939
Subjects: Fairy tales
Publisher: New York : The Macmillan company
Contributing Library: Cornell University Library
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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cannot wag his tail to keep the flies off, and thatlack may have saddened him. He may have thought thata cow can snort and be dignified at the one moment, and thattimidity is comely in a sheep. He would have scolded thejackdaw, and tried to out-whistle the throstle, and wonderedwhy his pipe got tired when the blackbirds didnt. There would be flies to be watched, slender atoms in yellowgauze that flew, and filmy specks that flittered, and sturdy,thick-ribbed brutes that pounced like cats and bit like dogsand flew like lightning. He may have mourned for the spiderin bad luck who caught that fly. There would be much to see and remember and compare iand there would be, always, his two guardians. The flieschange from second to second; one cannot tell if this birdis a visitor or an inhabitant, and a sheep is just sister to asheep; but the women were as rooted as the house itself. He might think, as he stared on a staring horse,a boy cannot wag his tail tokeep the flies off. To face page 40.
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CHAPTER II Were his nurses comely or harsh-looking? Fionn wouldnot know. This was the one who picked him up when hefell, and that was the one who patted the bruise. This onesaid: Mind you do not tumble in the well! And that one: Mind the little knees among the nettles. But he did tumble and record that the only notable thingabout a well is that it is wet. And as for nettles, if they hithim he hit back. He slashed into them with a stick andbrought them low. There was nothing in wells or nettles, only women dreadedthem. One patronised women and instructed them andcomforted them, for they were afraid about one. They thought that one should not climb a tree! Next week, they said at last, you may climb thisone, and next week lived at the end of the world !Z But the tree that was climbed was not worth while whenit had been climbed twice. There was a bigger one nearby. There were trees that no one could climb, with vastshadow on one side and vaster sunshine on the other. It 41 42 IRISH FAIRY

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