The Leprehauns are merry, industrious, tricksy little sprites, who do
all the shoemaker’s work and the tailor’s and the cobbler’s for the
fairy gentry, and are often seen at sunset under the hedge singing
and stitching. They know all the secrets of hidden treasure, and if
they take a fancy to a person will guide him to the spot in the fairy
rath where the pot of gold lies buried. It is believed that a family
now living near Castlerea came by their riches in a strange way, all
through the good offices of a friendly Leprehaun. And the legend has
been handed down through many generations as an established fact.
[7] Leprehaun, or _Leith Brogan_, means the “Artisan of the Brogae.”
There was a poor boy once, one of their forefathers, who used to drive
his cart of turf daily back and forward, and make what money he could
by the sale; but he was a strange boy, very silent and moody, and the
people said he was a fairy changeling, for he joined in no sports and
scarcely ever spoke to any one, but spent the nights reading all the
old bits of books he picked up in his rambles. The one thing he longed
for above all others was to get rich, and to be able to give up the
old weary turf cart, and live in peace and quietness all alone, with
nothing but books round him, in a beautiful house and garden all by
himself.
Now he had read in the old books how the Leprehauns knew all the secret
places where gold lay hid, and day by day he watched for a sight of the
little cobbler, and listened for the click, click of his hammer as he
sat under the hedge mending the shoes.
At last, one evening just as the sun set, he saw a little fellow under
a dock leaf, working away, dressed all in green, with a cocked hat on
his head. So the boy jumped down from the cart and seized him by the
neck.
“Now, you don’t stir from this,” he cried, “till you tell me where to
find the hidden gold.”
“Easy now,” said the Leprehaun, “don’t hurt me, and I will tell you all
about it. But mind you, I could hurt you if I chose, for I have the
power; but I won’t do it, for we are cousins once removed. So as we are
near relations I’ll just be good, and show you the place of the secret
gold that none can have or keep except those of fairy blood and race.
Come along with me, then, to the old fort of Lipenshaw, for there it
lies. But make haste, for when the last red glow of the sun vanishes
the gold will disappear also, and you will never find it again.”
“Come off, then,” said the boy, and he carried the Leprehaun into the
turf cart, and drove off. And in a second they were at the old fort,
and went in through a door made in the stone wall.
“Now, look round,” said the Leprehaun; and the boy saw the whole ground
covered with gold pieces, and there were vessels of silver lying about
in such plenty that all the riches of all the world seemed gathered
there.
“Now take what you want,” said the Leprehaun, “but hasten, for if that
door shuts you will never leave this place as long as you live.”
So the boy gathered up his arms full of gold and silver, and flung them
into the cart; and was on his way back for more when the door shut with
a clap like thunder, and all the place became dark as night. And he saw
no more of the Leprehaun, and had not time even to thank him.
So he thought it best to drive home at once with his treasure, and when
he arrived and was all alone by himself he counted his riches, and all
the bright yellow gold pieces, enough for a king’s ransom.
And he was very wise and told no one; but went off next day to Dublin
and put all his treasures into the bank, and found that he was now
indeed as rich as a lord.
So he ordered a fine house to be built with spacious gardens, and he
had servants and carriages and books to his heart’s content. And he
gathered all the wise men round him to give him the learning of a
gentleman; and he became a great and powerful man in the country, where
his memory is still held in high honour, and his descendants are living
to this day rich and prosperous; for their wealth has never decreased
though they have ever given largely to the poor, and are noted above
all things for the friendly heart and the liberal hand.
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But the Leprehauns can be bitterly malicious if they are offended, and
one should be very cautious in dealing with them, and always treat them
with great civility, or they will take revenge and never reveal the
secret of the hidden gold.
One day a young lad was out in the fields at work when he saw a
little fellow, not the height of his hand, mending shoes under a dock
leaf. And he went over, never taking his eyes off him for fear he
would vanish away; and when he got quite close he made a grab at the
creature, and lifted him up and put him in his pocket.
Then he ran away home as fast as he could, and when he had the
Leprehaun safe in the house, he tied him by an iron chain to the hob.
“Now, tell me,” he said, “where am I to find a pot of gold? Let me know
the place or I’ll punish you.”
“I know of no pot of gold,” said the Leprehaun; “but let me go that I
may finish mending the shoes.”
“Then I’ll make you tell me,” said the lad.
And with that he made down a great fire, and put the little fellow on
it and scorched him.
“Oh, take me off, take me off!” cried the Leprehaun, “and I’ll tell
you. Just there, under the dock leaf, where you found me, there is a
pot of gold. Go; dig and find.”
So the lad was delighted, and ran to the door; but it so happened that
his mother was just then coming in with the pail of fresh milk, and in
his haste he knocked the pail out of her hand, and all the milk was
spilled on the floor.
Then, when the mother saw the Leprehaun, she grew very angry and beat
him. “Go away, you little wretch!” she cried. “You have overlooked the
milk and brought ill-luck.” And she kicked him out of the house.
But the lad ran off to find the dock leaf, though he came back very
sorrowful in the evening, for he had dug and dug nearly down to the
middle of the earth; but no pot of gold was to be seen.
That same night the husband was coming home from his work, and as he
passed the old fort he heard voices and laughter, and one said—
“They are looking for a pot of gold; but they little know that a crock
of gold is lying down in the bottom of the old quarry, hid under the
stones close by the garden wall. But whoever gets it must go of a dark
night at twelve o’clock, and beware of bringing his wife with him.”
So the man hurried home and told his wife he would go that very night,
for it was black dark, and she must stay at home and watch for him, and
not stir from the house till he came back. Then he went out into the
dark night alone.
“Now,” thought the wife, when he was gone, “if I could only get to the
quarry before him I would have the pot of gold all to myself; while if
he gets it I shall have nothing.”
And with that she went out and ran like the wind until she reached the
quarry, and than she began to creep down very quietly in the black
dark. But a great stone was in her path, and she stumbled over it,
and fell down and down till she reached the bottom, and there she lay
groaning, for her leg was broken by the fall.
Just then her husband came to the edge of the quarry and began to
descend. But when he heard the groans he was frightened.
“Cross of Christ about us!” he exclaimed; “what is that down below? Is
it evil, or is it good?”
“Oh, come down, come down and help me!” cried the woman. “It’s your
wife is here, and my leg is broken, and I’ll die if you don’t help me.”
“And is this my pot of gold?” exclaimed the poor man. “Only my wife
with a broken leg lying at the bottom of the quarry.”
And he was at his wits’ end to know what to do, for the night was so
dark he could not see a hand before him. So he roused up a neighbour,
and between them they dragged up the poor woman and carried her home,
and laid her on the bed half dead from fright, and it was many a day
before she was able to get about as usual; indeed she limped all her
life long, so that the people said the curse of the Leprehaun was on
her.
But as to the pot of gold, from that day to this not one of the family,
father or son, or any belonging to them, ever set eyes on it. However,
the little Leprehaun still sits under the dock leaf of the hedge and
laughs at them as he mends the shoes with his little hammer—tick tack,
tick tack—but they are afraid to touch him, for now they know he can
take his revenge.