Irish Wonders | Page 8

as red as a turkey-cock's. Get up, or I'll lift ye,' says he,
jumpin' up an' cracking his hind fut like he was doin' a jig.
"Dennis did his best, an' the Pooka helped him wid a grip o' the teeth on
his collar.
"'Pick up yer caubeen,' says the Pooka, 'an' climb up. I'll give ye such a
ride as ye niver dhramed av.'
"'Ef it's plazin' to yer Honor,' says Dennis, 'I'd laver walk. Ridin' makes
me dizzy,' says he.
"''Tis not plazin',' says the Pooka, 'will ye get up or will I kick the
shtuffin' out av yer cowardly carkidge,' says he, turnin' round an'
flourishin' his heels in Dennis' face.
"Poor Dennis thried, but he cudn't, so the Pooka tuk him to the wall an'
give him a lift an it, an' whin Dennis was mounted, an' had a tight
howld on the mane, the first lep he give was down the rock there, a
thousand feet into the field ye see, thin up agin, an' over the mountain,
an' into the say, an' out agin, from the top av the waves to the top av the
mountain, an' afther the poor soggarth av a ditcher was nigh onto dead,
the Pooka come back here wid him an' dhropped him in the ditch where
he found him, an' blowed in his face to put him to slape, so lavin' him.
An' they found Dennis in the mornin' an' carried him home, no more
cud he walk for a fortnight be razon av the wakeness av his bones fur
the ride he'd had.
"But sure, the Pooka's a different baste entirely to phat he was afore
King Bryan-Boru tamed him. Niver heard av him? Well, he was the
king av Munster an' all Ireland an' tamed the Pooka wanst fur all on the
Corkschrew Hill ferninst ye.
"Ye see, in the owld days, the counthry was full av avil sper'ts, an'
fairies an' witches, an' divils entirely, and the harrum they done was

onsaycin', for they wor always comin' an' goin', like Mulligan's blanket,
an' widout so much as sayin', by yer lave. The fairies 'ud be dancin' on
the grass every night be the light av the moon, an' stalin' away the
childhre, an' many's the wan they tuk that niver come back. The owld
rath on the hill beyant was full av the dead, an' afther nightfall they'd
come from their graves an' walk in a long line wan afther another to the
owld church in the valley where they'd go in an' stay till cock-crow,
thin they'd come out agin an' back to the rath. Sorra a parish widout a
witch, an' some nights they'd have a great enthertainmint on the
Corkschrew Hill, an' you'd see thim, wid shnakes on their arrums an'
necks an' ears, be way av jewels, an' the eyes av dead men in their hair,
comin' for miles an' miles, some ridin' through the air on shticks an'
bats an' owls, an' some walkin', an' more on Pookas an' horses wid
wings that 'ud come up in line to the top av the hill, like the cabs at the
dure o' the theayter, an' lave thim there an' hurry aff to bring more.
"Sometimes the Owld Inimy, Satan himself, 'ud be there at the
enthertainmint, comin' an a monsthrous draggin, wid grane shcales an'
eyes like the lightnin' in the heavens, an' a roarin' fiery mouth like a
lime-kiln. It was the great day thin, for they do say all the witches
brought their rayports at thim saysons fur to show him phat they done.
"Some 'ud tell how they shtopped the wather in a spring, an'
inconvanienced the nabers, more 'ud show how they dhried the cow's
milk, an' made her kick the pail, an' they'd all laugh like to shplit. Some
had blighted the corn, more had brought the rains on the harvest. Some
towld how their enchantmints made the childhre fall ill, some said how
they set the thatch on fire, more towld how they shtole the eggs, or
spiled the crame in the churn, or bewitched the butther so it 'udn't come,
or led the shape into the bog. But that wasn't all.
"Wan 'ud have the head av a man murthered be her manes, an' wid it
the hand av him hung fur the murther; wan 'ud bring the knife she'd
scuttled a boat wid an' pint in the say to where the corpses laid av the
fishermen she'd dhrownded; wan 'ud carry on her breast the child she'd
shtolen an' meant to bring up in avil, an' another wan 'ud show the little
white body av a babby she'd smothered in its slape. And the

corpse-candles 'ud tell how they desaved the thraveller, bringin' him to