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Irish tale today, yay
In the beginning of the century, Hughes went as military substitute
for a farmer's son. He got L80, a watch, and a suit of clothes. His
mother was loath to let him go, and when he joined his regiment, she
followed him from Amlych to Pwlheli to try and buy him off. He would
not hear of it. "Mother," he said, "the whole of Anglesey would not
keep me, I want to be off, and see the world."
The regiment was quartered in Edinboro', and Hughes married the
daughter of the burgess with whom he was billeted. Thence, leaving a
small son, as hostage to the grandparents, they went to Ireland, and
Hughes and his wife were billeted on a pork-butcher's family in
Dublin. One day, the mother of the pork-butcher, an old granny, told
them she had seen the fairies.
"Last night, as I was abed, I saw a bright, bright light come in,
and afterwards a troop of little angels. They danced all over my
bed, and they played and sang music--oh! the sweetest music ever I
heard. I lay and watched them and listened. By-and-bye the light
went out and the music stopped, and I saw them no more. I regretted
the music very much. But directly after another smaller light
appeared, and a tall dark man came up to my bed, and with something
in his hand he tapped me on the temple; it felt like some one
drawing a sharp pin across my temple then he went too. In the
morning my pillow was covered with blood. I thought and thought, and
then I knew I had moved the pig's trough and must have put it in the
fairies' path and the fairies were angered, and the king of the
fairies had punished me for it." She moved the trough back to its
old place the next day, and received no more visits from the wee
folk.
Source: http://fairytalesandfolklore.com/tale.php?tale=125
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