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Milles Tippins gide at
Wed Apr 21 10:46:26 PDT 2010

Ext night he took his courage in both hands, filled his cap with
moon-shine, shut his mouth, and set out. Just after he had started he
passed, as he thought, a priest riding by on a mule. "Good evening to
you, Toonie," called the priest. "Good evening, your reverence,"

cried Toonie, and flourished off his cap, so that out fell his capful of
And though he went on all the way up over the top of Drundle Head,
never a fairy did he spy; for he forgot that, in passing
what he supposed to be the priest, he had let go both his
mouthful of
silence and his capful of moonshine. The next
night, when he was coming to the ascent of the hill, he saw a little
elderly man wandering uncertainly over the
ground ahead of him; and he too seemed to have his hands full of courage
and his cap full of moonshine.
As Toonie drew near, the other turned about and said to him, "Can you
tell me,
neighbour, if this be the way to the fairies?" "Why, you fool," cried
Toonie, "a moment ago it was! But now you have gone and let go your
mouthful of silence!" "To be sure, to be sure--so I have!" answered the
old man
sadly; and turning
about, he d
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