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- Folk-take 20-7-'38
This is a story that happened near my home district A good many years ago there lived a woman and her son Seumas. They were very poor. They had a little patch of land on which they grew potatoes and they had a little cow which gave them milk. Their house was on the side of a hill near a lake. While Seumas was tending the cow on the hillside, he used to cut the dry heath to make brooks. His mother would make the brooks and bring them to the nearest market town and when she sold them she would buy mean and a few other things that she needed. One day Seumas went farther than usual. Up the hill looking for long heath, for his mother had told him that the people in the town were always asking for brooms with long heads. The little cow kept close to Seumas and did not need much tending. After some time the lad came to a fine patch of heath but before beginning to cut it he thought he would take a rest. So he sat down. He had not lain there long before he saw troops of fairies dancing about the place Some were kicking football and they were so quick and active that Seumas took great delight in watching them. Seumas admired most of all a dark faced fellow with a red cap, who rolled the other players. At one time this little fellow kept the ball(continues on next page)Transcribed by a member of our volunteer transcription project.