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Legendary fictions of the Irish Celts

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140 Fictions <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> <strong>Irish</strong> <strong>Celts</strong>.<br />

coloured, heavy-headed, dull-buzzing, approaching him.<br />

A great plum or a small apple would fit on every one <strong>of</strong><br />

his coarse hairs. Two dead eyes Avqre locked in his<br />

head, an empty long-falling snout he had, and rougli<br />

white teeth.<br />

When <strong>the</strong> doomed boy saw this hellish beast rushing<br />

right on him to devour him, he felt it full time to seek<br />

an escape. So with swift, mighty springs he made to <strong>the</strong><br />

edge <strong>of</strong> that large field, and at its bounds he found him-<br />

self stopped by a stormy, dangerous, coarse-waved, light-<br />

leaping, strongly-diffused, streamy, troublesome river<br />

and thought within himself whe<strong>the</strong>r it would be better<br />

to tiy to swim across it, not knowing anything <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> art,<br />

or face <strong>the</strong> cursed-<strong>of</strong>-form, diabohcal, odious-coloured,<br />

hideous-countenanced, amazingly-hateful, and malicious<br />

beast. He had heard <strong>of</strong> persons ignorant <strong>of</strong> swimming,<br />

who crossed wide streams under terror, and was sure<br />

that he would do <strong>the</strong> deed if ever fear, surprise, terror,<br />

timidity, fright, or loss <strong>of</strong> reason helped any one.<br />

But, while he was considering what he should do, he<br />

looked back, and <strong>the</strong> big animal, with his gluttonous<br />

mouth open, was just behind. It was not a courageous<br />

look <strong>of</strong> defiance he gave him, but he took a high, powerful,<br />

ver}' light spring into <strong>the</strong> slowly-flowing ri\er, and<br />

struck out ^•igorously with his arms for life. But deep<br />

and thick with mud was that pool, and choked with<br />

reeds, and no boat with sail or oar could work its way<br />

out. It was <strong>the</strong>n he considered indeed that it was to <strong>the</strong><br />

suffocating sea he had come, and that he should not leave<br />

it till he had been permanently drowned, and unworlded,<br />

and till <strong>the</strong> ravenous birds, open-beaked, should have<br />

taken away his skin, his flesh, and his blood. In that<br />

state he gave out a wondrous, hard, slender, complaining,<br />

frightened cry. The waters were oozing into<br />

his open mouth, and cold death was creeping up his<br />

limbs, when he heard <strong>the</strong> voices <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Gruagach and<br />

his daughter over him. He was lying in a large trough<br />

filled with water and irrains, his face downwards, his<br />

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