CHAPTER VIII.

Fairy Rings--The Prophet Jones and his Works--The Mysterious

Language of the Tylwyth Teg--The Horse in Welsh

Folk-Lore--Equestrian Fairies--Fairy Cattle, Sheep, Swine,

etc.--The Flying Fairies of Bedwellty--The Fairy Sheepfold

at Cae'r Cefn.

I.

The circles in the grass of green fields, which are commonly called

fairy rings, are numerous in Wales, and it is deemed just as well to

keep out of them, even in our day. The peasantry no longer believe

that the fairies can be seen dancing there, nor that the cap of

invisibility will fall on the head of one who enters the circle; but

they do believe that the fairies, in a time not long gone, made these

circles with the tread of their tripping feet, and that some

misfortune will probably befall any person intruding upon this

forbidden ground. An old man at Peterstone-super-Ely told me he well

remembered in his childhood being warned by his mother to keep away

from the fairy rings. The counsel thus given him made so deep an

impression on his mind, that he had never in his life entered one. He

remarked further, in answer to a question, that he had never walked

under a ladder, because it was unlucky to walk under a ladder. This

class of superstitions is a very large one, and is encountered the

world over; and the fairy rings seem to fall into this class, so far

as present-day belief in Wales is concerned.

II.

Allusion has been made in the preceding pages to the Prophet Jones,

and as some account of this personage is imperatively called for in a

work treating of Welsh folk-lore, I will give it here, before citing

his remarks respecting fairy circles. Edmund Jones, 'of the Tranch,'

was a dissenting minister, noted in Monmouthshire in the first years

of the present century for his fervent piety and his large credulity

with regard to fairies and all other goblins. He was for many years

pastor of the congregation of Protestant Dissenters at the Ebenezer

Chapel, near Pontypool, and lived at a place called 'The Tranch,' near

there. He wrote and published two books, one an 'Account of the Parish

of Aberystruth,' printed at Trevecca; the other a 'Relation of

Apparitions of Spirits in the County of Monmouth and the Principality

of Wales,' printed at Newport; and they have been referred to by most

writers on folk-lore who have attempted any account of Welsh

superstitions during the past half-century; but the books are

extremely rare, and writers who have quoted from them have generally

been content to do so at second-hand. Keightley,[50] quoting from the

'Apparitions,' misprints the author's name 'Edward Jones of the

Tiarch,' and accredits the publication to 'the latter half of the

eighteenth century,' whereas it was published in 1813. Keightley's

quotations are taken from Croker, who himself had never seen the book,

but heard of it through a Welsh friend. It is not in the library of

the British Museum, and I know of but a few copies in Wales; the one I

saw is at Swansea. The author of these curious volumes was called the

Prophet Jones, because of his gift of prophecy--so a Welshman in

Monmouthshire told me. In my informant's words, 'He was noted in his

district for foretelling things. He would, for instance, be asked to

preach at some anniversary, or quarterly meeting, and he would answer,

"I cannot, on that day; the rain will descend in torrents, and there

will be no congregation." He would give the last mite he possessed to

the needy, and tell his wife, "God will send a messenger with food and

raiment at nine o'clock to-morrow." And so it would be.' He was a

thorough-going believer in Welsh fairies, and full of indignant scorn

toward all who dared question their reality. To him these phantoms

were part and parcel of the Christian faith, and those who disbelieved

in them were denounced as Sadducees and infidels.

FOOTNOTE:

[50] 'Fairy Mythology,' 412.

III.

With regard to the fairy rings, Jones held that the Bible alludes to

them, Matt. xii. 43: 'The fairies dance in circles in dry places; and

the Scripture saith that the walk of evil spirits is in dry places.'

They favour the oak-tree, and the female oak especially, partly

because of its more wide-spreading branches and deeper shade, partly

because of the 'superstitious use made of it beyond other trees' in

the days of the Druids. Formerly, it was dangerous to cut down a

female oak in a fair dry place. 'Some were said to lose their lives by

it, by a strange aching pain which admitted of no remedy, as one of my

ancestors did; but now that men have more knowledge and faith, this

effect follows not.' William Jenkins was for a long time the

schoolmaster at Trefethin church, in Monmouthshire, and coming home

late in the evening, as he usually did, he often saw the fairies under

an oak within two or three fields from the church. He saw them more

often on Friday evenings than any other. At one time he went to

examine the ground about this oak, and there he found the reddish

circle wherein the fairies danced, 'such as have often been seen under

the female oak, called Brenhin-bren.' They appeared more often to an

uneven number of persons, as one, three, five, &c.; and oftener to men

than to women. Thomas William Edmund, of Hafodafel, 'an honest pious

man, who often saw them,' declared that they appeared with one bigger

than the rest going before them in the company. They were also heard

talking together in a noisy, jabbering way; but no one could

distinguish the words. They seemed, however, to be a very disputatious

race; insomuch, indeed, that there was a proverb in some parts of

Wales to this effect: 'Ni chytunant hwy mwy na Bendith eu Mamau,'

(They will no more agree than the fairies).

IV.

This observation respecting the mysterious language used by fairies

recalls again the medieval story of Elidurus. The example of fairy

words there given by Giraldus is thought by the learned rector of

Llanarmon[51] to be 'a mixture of Irish and Welsh. The letter U, with

which each of the words begins, is, probably, no more than the

representative of an indistinct sound like the E mute of the French,

and which those whose language and manners are vulgar often prefix to

words indifferently. If, then, they be read dor dorum, and halgein

dorum, dor and halgein are nearly dwr (or, as it is pronounced, door)

and halen, the Welsh words for water and salt respectively. Dorum

therefore is equivalent to "give me," and the Irish expression for

"give me" is thorum; the Welsh dyro i mi. The order of the words,

however, is reversed. The order should be thorum dor, and thorum halen

in Irish, and in Welsh dyro i mi ddwr, and dyro i mi halen, but was,

perhaps, reversed intentionally by the narrator, to make his tale the

more marvellous.'[52]

FOOTNOTES:

[51] Rev. Peter Roberts, 'Cambrian Popular Antiquities,' 195. (1815.)

[52] Supra, p. 67.

V.

The horse plays a very active part in Welsh fairy tales. Not only does

his skeleton serve for Mary Lwyds[53] and the like, but his spirit

flits. The Welsh fairies seem very fond of going horseback. An old

woman in the Vale of Neath told Mrs. Williams, who told Thomas

Keightley, that she had seen fairies to the number of hundreds,

mounted on little white horses, not bigger than dogs, and riding four

abreast. This was about dusk, and the fairy equestrians passed quite

close to her, in fact less than a quarter of a mile away. Another old

woman asserted that her father had often seen the fairies riding in

the air on little white horses; but he never saw them come to the

ground. He heard their music sounding in the air as they galloped by.

There is a tradition among the Glamorgan peasantry of a fairy battle

fought on the mountain between Merthyr and Aberdare, in which the

pigmy combatants were on horseback. There appeared to be two armies,

one of which was mounted on milk-white steeds, and the other on horses

of jet-black. They rode at each other with the utmost fury, and their

swords could be seen flashing in the air like so many penknife blades.

The army on the white horses won the day, and drove the black-mounted

force from the field. The whole scene then disappeared in a light

mist.

FOOTNOTE:

[53] See Index.

VI.

In the agricultural districts of Wales, the fairies are accredited

with a very complete variety of useful animals; and Welsh folk-lore,

both modern and medieval, abounds with tales regarding cattle, sheep,

horses, poultry, goats, and other features of rural life. Such are the

marvellous mare of Teirnyon, which foaled every first of May, but

whose colt was always spirited away, no man knew whither; the Ychain

Banog, or mighty oxen, which drew the water-monster out of the

enchanted lake, and by their lowing split the rocks in twain; the

lambs of St. Melangell, which at first were hares, and ran frightened

under the fair saint's robes; the fairy cattle which belong to the

Gwraig Annwn; the fairy sheep of Cefn Rhychdir, which rose up out of

the earth and vanished into the sky; even fairy swine, which the

haymakers of Bedwellty beheld flying through the air. To some of these

traditions reference has already been made; others will be mentioned

again. Welsh mountain sheep will run like stags, and bound from crag

to crag like wild goats; and as for Welsh swine, they are more famed

in Cambrian romantic story than almost any other animal that could be

named. Therefore the tale told by Rev. Roger Rogers, of the parish of

Bedwellty, sounds much less absurd in Wales than it might elsewhere.

It relates to a very remarkable and odd sight, seen by Lewis Thomas

Jenkin's two daughters, described as virtuous and good young women,

their father a substantial freeholder; and seen not only by them but

by the man-servant and the maid-servant, and by two of the neighbours,

viz., Elizabeth David, and Edmund Roger. All these six people were on

a certain day making hay in a field called Y Weirglodd Fawr Dafolog,

when they plainly beheld a company of fairies rise up out of the earth

in the shape of a flock of sheep; the same being about a quarter of a

mile distant, over a hill, called Cefn Rhychdir; and soon the fairy

flock went out of sight, as if they vanished in the air. Later in the

day they all saw this company of fairies again, but while to two of

the haymakers the fairies appeared as sheep, to others they appeared

as greyhounds, and to others as swine, and to others as naked infants.

Whereupon the Rev. Roger remarks: 'The sons of infidelity are very

unreasonable not to believe the testimonies of so many witnesses.'[54]

FOOTNOTE:

[54] Jones, 'Apparitions,' 24.

VII.

The Welsh sheep, it is affirmed, are the only beasts which will eat

the grass that grows in the fairy rings; all other creatures avoid it,

but the sheep eat it greedily--hence the superiority of Welsh mutton

over any mutton in the wide world. The Prophet Jones tells of the

sheepfold of the fairies, which he himself saw--a circumstance to be

accorded due weight, the judicious reader will at once perceive,

because as a habit Mr. Jones was not specially given to seeing goblins

on his own account. He believes in them with all his heart, but it is

usually a friend or acquaintance who has seen them. In this instance,

therefore, the exception is to be noted sharply. He thus tells the

tale: 'If any think I am too credulous in these relations, and speak

of things of which I myself have had no experience, I must let them

know they are mistaken. For when a very young boy, going with my aunt,

early in the morning, but after sun-rising, from Hafodafel towards my

father's house at Pen-y-Llwyn, at the end of the upper field of Cae'r

Cefn, ... I saw the likeness of a sheepfold, with the door towards the

south, ... and within the fold a company of many people. Some sitting

down, and some going in, and coming out, bowing their heads as they

passed under the branch over the door.... I well remember the

resemblance among them of a fair woman with a high-crown hat and a red

jacket, who made a better appearance than the rest, and whom I think

they seemed to honour. I still have a pretty clear idea of her white

face and well-formed countenance. The men wore white cravats.... I

wondered at my aunt, going before me, that she did not look towards

them, and we going so near them. As for me, I was loth to speak until

I passed them some way, and then told my aunt what I had seen, at

which she wondered, and said I dreamed.... There was no fold in that

place. There is indeed the ruins of some small edifice in that place,

most likely a fold, but so old that the stones are swallowed up, and

almost wholly crusted over with earth and grass.'

This tale has long been deemed a poser by the believers in Cambrian

phantoms; but there is something to be said on the side of doubt.

Conceding that the Reverend Edmund Jones, the dissenting minister, was

an honest gentleman who meant to tell truth, it is still possible that

Master Neddy Jones, the lad, could draw a long bow like another boy;

and that having seen, possibly, some gypsy group (or possibly nothing

whatever) he embellished his tale to excite wonderment, as boys do.

Telling a fictitious tale so often that one at last comes to believe

it oneself, is a well-known mental phenomenon.

VIII.

The only other instance given by the Prophet Jones as from the depths

of his own personal experience, is more vague in its particulars than

the preceding, and happened when he had presumably grown to years of

discretion. He was led astray, it appears, by the Old Woman of the

Mountain, on Llanhiddel Bryn, near Pontypool--an eminence with which

he was perfectly well acquainted, and which 'is no more than a mile

and a half long and about half a mile broad.' But as a result of his

going astray, he came to a house where he had never been before; and

being deeply moved by his uncanny experience, 'offered to go to

prayer, which they admitted.... I was then about twenty-three years of

age and had begun to preach the everlasting gospel. They seemed to

admire that a person so young should be so warmly disposed; few young

men of my age being religious in this country then. Much good came

into this house and still continues in it.... So the old hag got

nothing by leading me astray that time.'

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