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- In a place called Silverhill about two miles from our school there lived a man in the days gone by who had two fine roan mares. Every morning when he went into the stable he found the mares covered with sweat. One night he thought he would sit up and see what was taking place in the stable.
About the middle of the night he went into the stable and found a little man sitting on a beam who said to him, "Nay mares be here" and true enough the mares were missing. This little man was about a foot high and was dressed in a red jacket. The man lifted this little fellow off the beam and took him into the house. The little man sat on a beam in the kitchen and threw raw potatoes into the fire to toast them. He then ate them. One day he went away through a hole that was in the house to carry off the water.
All who saw the little man said he was a fairy.Tras-scríofa ag duine dár meitheal tras-scríbhneoirí deonacha.