Shaun O'Day of Ireland. Brandeis Madeline
you won the first game," said Conn-eda, "you shall be first to command your reward."
The Queen said, "My reward shall be the three golden apples, the Black Steed, and the Hound of Supernatural Powers. These you must seek and bring to me within the space of a year and a day. If you fail you must leave your country forever or lose your life."
Conn-eda answered, "Then my order to you is that you sit upon the topmost spire of yonder tower until I return. If I do not return, you may come down at the end of the year and a day."
Conn-eda was troubled and went to consult with a great Druid. The poor Prince had no idea how he was to find these magical treasures.
The great Druid gave the Prince a little, shaggy pony. He bade Conn-eda obey this little horse.
After further instructions from the great Druid, Conn-eda mounted the shaggy steed and set out upon his journey.
His adventures were many. Through them all, the little shaggy horse helped and guided him. The animal had the power of speech.
After days of hardship and danger, Conn-eda reached the walls of a great city. Two huge towers stood on either side of the gate and sent forth flames of fire. The pony bade Conn-eda alight from his back and take from his ear a small knife.
"With this knife," said the steed, "kill me! Then wrap yourself in my skin, and you shall be able to pass the gates of the city unharmed. All I ask is that you return to my body and pour a drop of this powerful ointment upon my poor flesh."
With these words the pony gave Conn-eda a bottle of magic fluid.
The Prince cried, "Never, never! I would rather die than kill you, my good friend!"
But at last the pony persuaded Conn-eda, and the Prince stabbed his noble steed. His heart bled, and he was in despair at what he had done.
But he suddenly thought of the bottle of fluid which the steed had given him. Following the animal's advice, the Prince poured the ointment over the horse's body.
No sooner had he done this than the horse's shape changed to the form of a handsome young man.
"Behold!" cried the noble youth. "You have freed me from a wicked enchantment. I am brother of the King of the city. It was a wicked Druid who kept me so long in the form of a shaggy steed. Now, through your brave act, you have broken the spell, and I shall help you in your quest."
The handsome Prince asked his brother, the King, for those treasures which Conn-eda sought. Gladly did the King give to him the apples from his magic tree, the Black Steed, and the precious hound. With these three treasures did Conn-eda return to his country.
The wicked Queen, who was sitting upon the top of her tower, saw Conn-eda approaching. She saw him riding upon a prancing steed and leading a curious animal by a silver chain.
The Queen knew that he was returning in triumph. In despair she cast herself from the tower.
That was her end. And that was also the end of trouble in the kingdom of the west. For at the death of the good King Conn, his son Conn-eda was made king. Conn-eda ruled wisely, and it was after his name that the province of Connaught was called.
In Connaught is the County of Galway. Sheep are raised in Galway. And it has a rugged, wild seacoast.
It was on this coast that the wreck of part of the Spanish Armada took place in 1588. For this reason there is still to be found, in this part of Ireland, people of Spanish descent. And the fairies are said to love the County of Galway. In Galway County is the District of Connemara.
Once upon a time there dwelt a powerful family named Conmac. In Irish "Connemara" means "Seaside of the Conmacs," for it was this wild and rocky shore that was used by these ancient royal people as their seaside.
Connemara is called the Congested District of Ireland. The word "congested" means "overcrowded." But in this case it does not mean that the country is overcrowded with people. For the people are few here in this wild land.
But the barren soil does not yield enough for those few people. And there is much poverty in Connemara.
But there also are lakes of great beauty, and valuable marble, known as Connemara marble. And there are fairies! Well do the fairies love Connemara!
In Connemara there is a village, and in that village lived a boy named Shaun O'Day.
Do you know the why of that name Shaun? It is the same as the name John. But it is an Irish name. It is spelled "Sean" in Irish and pronounced "hwan."
It is Jean in French, and Giovanni in Italian, and Hans in German, and Ivan in Russian. It is Juan in Spanish, Jock in Scotch, and Johnny in American.
It is a Hebrew word and has a very beautiful meaning: "Gift of God." Do you wonder that so many boys all over the world are given the name John?
Here we have the why and the wonder of the land of Shaun O'Day. So now we shall hear of the strange things that befell this lad, who lived in the Emerald Isle.
CHAPTER II
SHAUNEEN AND THE LEPRECHAUN
"Can you not catch the tiny clamor,
Busy click of an elfin hammer,
Voice of the Leprechaun ringing shrill
As he busily plies his trade?"
We have been speaking of the fairies and how they love Ireland.
The fairies are divided into tribes just the way Ireland itself is divided into many districts, counties, and provinces.
There are many tribes of fairies, and these tribes are all quite different from one another.
There are those who dress like the flowers; and those that change themselves into various shapes. There are evil fairies and solitary fairies.
You must always call them the "Good People," for they are easily offended.
But if you believe in them and leave a bit of milk for them upon the window sill, they will bring luck and happiness to you.
Now the fairy that we are going to meet in this story is called the leprechaun, or fairy shoemaker. We are going to meet him, because if it had not been for him, there would be no story at all.
The fairy shoemaker sits under a toadstool making tiny shoes. The word "leprechaun" comes from two Irish words meaning "one shoe." The reason he bears this name is because he is always working upon one shoe.
The leprechaun is quick and mysterious. He is also mischievous. And one of his great pranks is stealing wee boys away.
He steals wee Irish boys away from their homes because they do work so well. He makes them work for himself – this mischief-making fairy!
He will not bother with wee girls.
"Wee girls are not so strong as wee boys," says he.
So when you meet Shaun O'Day, you must not be surprised to find him wearing a petticoat! You must not be surprised, because it is the fault of the leprechaun.
You see, Shaun O'Day lived in a very western part of Ireland, in Connemara, where fairies abound.
And in the village where he lived, the boys were all dressed in red petticoats! They were dressed in red flannel petticoats until they reached a tall and manly age.
This was many years ago. And though they would not tell you why they wore those petticoats, I am telling you 'twas because of the leprechauns.
Every wee boy's mother feared the leprechaun. And so she dressed her boy in the dress of the girl to trick that sly creature.
Boys were needed badly by the human folk. Why should the fairy folk be taking them away?
Shaun had a good, kind father. He was a fisherman. Shaun's mother was dead.
But Shaun and his father lived happily enough until one day Shaun's father married again.
He married a woman who had four sons. Grown-up