Once upon a time
there was a young man named Farquhar MacNeill. He had just gone to a
new situation, and the very first night after he went to it his
mistress asked him if he would go over the hill to the house of a
neighbour and borrow a sieve, for her own was all in holes, and she
wanted to sift some meal.
Farquhar agreed to do so, for he was a willing lad, and he set out
at once upon his errand, after the farmers wife had pointed out to
him the path that he was to follow, and told him that he would have
no difficulty in finding the house, even though it was strange to
him, for he would be sure to see the light in the window.
He had not gone very far, however, before he saw what he took to be
the light from a cottage window on his left hand, some distance from
the path, and, forgetting his Mistresss instructions that he was to
follow the path right over the hill, he left it, and walked towards
It seemed to him that he had almost reached it when his foot
tripped, and he fell down, down, down, into a Fairy Parlour, far
under the ground.
It was full of
Fairies, who were engaged in different occupations.
Close by the door, or rather the hole down which he had so
unceremoniously tumbled, two little elderly women, in black aprons
and white mutches, were busily engaged in grinding corn between two
flat millstones. Other two Fairies, younger women, in blue print
gowns and white kerchiefs, were gathering up the freshly ground
meal, and baking it into bannocks, which they were toasting on a
girdle over a peat fire, which was burning slowly in a corner.
In the centre of the large apartment a great troop of Fairies,
Elves, and Sprites were dancing reels as hard as they could to the
music of a tiny set of bagpipes which were being played by a
brown-faced Gnome, who sat on a ledge of rock far above their heads.
They all stopped their various employments when Farquhar came
suddenly down in their midst, and looked at him in alarm; but when
they saw that he was not hurt, they bowed gravely and bade him be
seated. Then they went on with their work and with their play as if
nothing had happened.
But Farquhar, being very fond of dancing, and being in no wise
anxious to be seated, thought that he would like to have a reel
first, so he asked the Fairies if he might join them. And they,
although they looked surprised at his request, allowed him to do so,
and in a few minutes the young man was dancing away as gaily as any
And as he danced a strange change came over him. He forgot his
errand, he forgot his home, he forgot everything that had ever
happened to him, he only knew that he wanted to remain with the
Fairies all the rest of his life.
And he did remain with themfor a magic spell had been cast over
him, and he became like one of themselves, and could come and go at
nights without being seen, and could sip the dew from the grass and
honey from the flowers as daintily and noiselessly as if he had been
a Fairy born.
Time passed by, and one night he and a band of merry companions set
out for a long journey through the air. They started early, for they
intended to pay a visit to the Man in the Moon and be back again
All would have gone well if Farquhar had only looked where he was
going, but he did not, being deeply engaged in making love to a
young Fairy Maiden by his side, so he never saw a cottage that was
standing right in his way, till he struck against the chimney and
stuck fast in-the thatch.
His companions sped merrily on, not noticing what had befallen him,
and he was left to disentangle himself as best he could.
As he was doing so he chanced to glance down the wide chimney, and
in the cottage kitchen he saw a comely young woman dandling a
Now, when Farquhar had been in his mortal state, he had been very
fond of children, and a word of blessing rose to his lips.
God shield thee, he said, as he looked at the mother and child,
little guessing what the result of his words would be.
For scarce had the Holy Name crossed his lips than the spell which
had held him so long was broken, and he became as he had been
Instantly his thoughts flew to his friends at home, and to the new
Mistress whom he had left waiting for her sieve; for he felt sure
that some weeks must have elapsed since he set out to fetch it. So
he made haste to go to the farm.
When he arrived in the neighbourhood everything seemed strange.
There were woods where no woods used to be, and walls where no walls
used to be. To his amazement, he could not find his way to the farm,
and, worst of all, in the place where he expected to find his
fathers house he found nothing but a crop of rank green nettles.
In great distress he looked about for someone to tell him what it
all meant, and at last he found an old man thatching the roof of a
This old man was so thin and grey that at first Farquhar took him
for a patch of mist, but as he went nearer he saw that he was a
human being, and, going close up to the wall and shouting with all
his might, for he felt sure that such an ancient man would be deaf,
he asked him if he could tell him where his friends had gone to, and
what had happened to his fathers dwelling.
The old man listened, then he shook his head. I never heard of
him, he answered slowly; but perhaps my father might be able to
"Your father! said Farquhar, in great surprise. Is it possible
that your father is alive?
Aye he is, answered the old man, with a little laugh. If you go
into the house you'll find him sitting in the arm-chair by the
Farquhar did as he was bid, and on entering the cottage found
another old man, who was so thin and withered and bent that he
looked as if he must at least be a hundred years old. He was feebly
twisting ropes to bind the thatch on the roof.
Can ye tell me aught of my friends, or where my father's cottage
is? asked Farquhar again, hardly expecting that this second old man
would be able to answer him.
I cannot, mumbled this ancient person; but perhaps my father can
Your father! exblaimed Farquhar, more astonished than ever. But
surely he must be dead long ago.
The old man shook his head with a weird grimace.
"Look there, he said, and pointed with a twisted finger, to a
leathern purse, or sporran, which was hanging to one of the posts of
a wooden bedstead in the corner.
Farquhar approached it, and was almost frightened out of his wits by
seeing a tiny shrivelled face crowned by a red pirnie, looking over
the edge of the sporran.
Tak him out; hell no touch ye, chuckled the old man by the fire.
So Farquhar took the little creature out carefully between his
finger and thumb, and set him on the palm of his left hand. He was
so shrivelled with age that he looked just like a mummy.
"Dost know anything of my friends, or where my father's cottage is
gone to? asked Farquhar for the third time, hardly expecting to get
They were all dead long before I was born, piped out the tiny
figure. "I never saw any of them, but I have heard my father speak
Then I must be older than you! cried Farquhar, in great dismay.
And he got such a shock at the thought that his bones suddenly
dissolved into dust, and he fell, a heap of grey ashes, on the